Relic Hunter (1999–2002): Season 1, Episode 6 - Diamond in the Rough - full transcript

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: A perfect bunt down
the third baseline
and the bases are loaded.

Shakespeare couldn't
have written a more
exciting ending, my friends.

Last inning of the last game
of the World Series,
Boston trailing four to three

The Sox need two runs

to win their first
world championship,
since 1918.

Nobody out and at bat,

the Splendid Splinter,
Ted Williams.

The crowd at Fenway
is delirious.

What a year
the Splinter's had.

American League
most valuable player.



And now, now he digs
into the plate,

knocks the dirt off his cleats.

He's a study
in poise and power.

This year, he hit 342

with 38 home runs
and a 123 RBIs.

The runners take their leads

and Williams waits, back ready.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Come on, Teddy.

The pitcher leans in,

looks for a sign
from the catcher.

He's got his sign.

And Williams, scans the field

like a soldier
going into battle.



The hopes and dreams
of an entire city

rest on his slender shoulders.

There's the windup, he throws,

and Williams
smashes a line drive

towards left center.
The runners go.

The crowd is going
absolutely crazy.

Oh, my, Jonesboro makes

an impossible catch. One out.

He scrambles to his feet

and doubles the runner
on second. Two outs.

Now he's chasing
the runner, scrambling
to get back to first.

He dives, he tags him.

Three outs,
an unassisted triple play,

unbelievable.

The game is over.

The fans are stunned.

The series is finished.

The Red Sox's dreams
are crushed,

by what might be

the play of the century.

Jonesboro is being mobbed
by his teammates.

He and his golden glove
have done it again.

All season long,
people have said that glove

had to be magic, and,
well, maybe it is.

I mean, how else can you
explain that catch?

It was nothing short
of a miracle.

In the stands,
the Red Sox faithful

still can't believe their eyes.

My glove.

Someone stole my...
Someone grabbed my

glove.

This, is a black day
for Beantown.

I don't care
who took it, I just
want it back.

I'll pay
five thousand dollars,
no questions asked.

This glove means
everything to me.

REPORTER: Jimmy,
how long have you
had the glove?

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[EXHALES]

[EXHALES] Ow.

[SIGHS AFFIRMATIVELY]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTS]

Reiner.

SYDNEY: [PANTING]

You followed me.

I always like
the way you look
from behind.

You never look good
from any angle.

That's not
what you said
in Kathmandu.

I was delirious.
[GROANS]

Oh, you've
let yourself go,
Reiner.

[GROANING]

[PANTING]

[STIFLED GRUNTING]

Well, Syd,
looks like you are
the catch of the day.

Not around here.

They're
[SCORNFULLY]
vegetarians.

[EXCLAIMING SCORNFULLY]

I know you
can't wait.

But...

let's get
the dagger first.

Enough with
the evil eye, guys.

How about helping me
with my hand?

[GROANS]

[PHONE RINGS]

Yeah, what?

Oh, President Morris.

No, I can talk.

[EXHALES] You want me
to find a baseball glove?

[QUIZZICAL INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING]

That's our hunt?

Frank Newhouse.
That's him.

What the...
What's
she doing?

Can I have
an autograph, too?

Sure. You, uh, have
a piece of paper?

[MUTTERS]
I can probably...

handle that.

I can't
believe it.

All right, I can see
how baseball might have
something over cricket.

[QUIZZICAL INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC CONTINUES]

Look. I need your help.

Give me one reason.

Well, because you
find lost relics,

and because, I...

just donated,

a huge,
chunk of change

to the
university foundation.

So President Morris
has told me.
Seven figures.

If, I make
the all-star

team.
Six figures
if I don't.

Now,

Jonesboro's glove
was stolen over

50 years ago.
It's never
been found.

It's a, uh...

Spalding A200.
Jimmy bought it

at a garage sale
for a buck.
Anyway,

before the glove,

he was nothing.

The seasons
that he had it,

he won
the golden glove, five

years in a row.
After it was

stolen, his career
crashed and burned

Like your career
is starting to.

I'm a little off.

Frank, you've got
the worst

fielding average
in the Majors,
and you hit

247 last year.
Just...

find the glove?

Okay?

The wet zombie video?

You rocked.

Claudia.

It was my first
acting gig.

Whose idea was the tights?

The director's.

I was a little
embarrassed, but...

About what?

Goodbye, Claudia.

Where would we be
without our fans, huh?

Look, if I don't perform...

You don't make
seven million dollars.

Do you know what
Jimmy Jonesboro
made his best year?

Do you?

15 grand.
You know what else?

Why don't you tell me.
He would've
played

for free.

You don't have a clue
what baseball is about.

Jimmy did.

That's the only reason
why I'm gonna look
for his glove.

We need to do some research.

We'll call you
when we're through.

Right.

[EXHALES]

Unbelievable.

Does he really believe,
just wearing this glove

is gonna improve his skills?

Well, legend says it will.

Jimmy Jonesboro was
one of the greatest players

in baseball history,

until he lost that glove.

Friday's
the anniversary
of the last game

Jimmy played with it.

Around this time
of year, rumors fly
as to its whereabouts.

Must look like
the holy grail

to a guy whose career
is going down the tubes.

So, uh...

what's our first move?

We find Jimmy.

Nigel.

This is
the last address
I could find for him.

His house is
probably down here
somewhere.

Keep it running?
DRIVER:
Okay, lady.

You guys
are pros, huh?

SYDNEY: This is where
Jimmy Jonesboro lives?

Very classy.

Well, let's see
if he's home.

No, don't!

[GUNSHOT]

Don't shoot,
Mr. Jonesboro.

We're friends.

Fans, huge fans.

[GUNSHOT]

July 4, 1945,
second game

of a Sunday
double-header
against the Dodgers.

You had six hits,
eight RBIs,

and caught
fifteen fly balls.

I caught seventeen,
I had nine RBIs.

How'd you know that?

I paid 200 bucks
for your card.

JIMMY: There's me
and Pee Wee Reese,

the year
he came up.

The kid couldn't
turn a double
to save his life.

Me and Phil Rizzuto
spent the winter

in Havana working
with him.

What can you
tell us about
the glove?

All-star game,

1950,
first time

on TV.

They figured
it wouldn't catch on.

Photographer
snapped that

just after
my glove
was pinched.

Yeah.

That's where
the memories end.

Mind if I
borrow this?

No, why not? Tired
of looking at it anyway.

What was it like?

Wearing it.
I mean, did it, uh,

feel special?

Like an electric current
running up your arm.

A current?
Yeah.

I have got to know
how it works.

Yeah, it's important
to you, isn't it?

Real important.

I ran your picture
through a scanner,

popped it onto
a high res screen,

and, voila.

Can you get tighter
on Jonesboro?

Oh, what is
with that haircut?

It's like,
so 1940s
or something.

There,
to his right.

Go tighter
on that kid.

He's got
the glove.

And he's
wearing a shirt
from Pilgrims.

And the significance
of that would be?

Pilgrims is a bar

across from
Fenway Park.

It was named
after the original
Boston team.

For a Red Sox fan,

it's like Mecca
to a Muslim.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

It looks like
Mecca could do

with a visit
from the health
department.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

SYDNEY: It's that kid.
NIGEL: Huh.

SYDNEY: Excuse me, uh,
the picture of Ted Williams

signing
the ball.

I know it's
a long shot,

but the kid getting
the autograph...
Tommy Weston.

Greatest
Red Sox fan
whoever lived.

Everyone
in Boston
knew him.

You knew?

Killed over
at the bar

two years ago,
last game
of the season.

First time
in 57 years

he didn't help
my dad and me
close the place up.

He sounds like
a loyal customer.
Employee.

When dad took him
off the streets, he
started working for us.

Whenever there wasn't
a game, of course.

Ended up selling
peanuts at Fenway.

Anything
for his Red Sox.

I'm surprised
he didn't
sleep here.

Sometimes he did.
But usually, he
stayed in the

back room.

Haven't touched
the place
since Tommy died.

Probably should've
turned it
into a museum.

Tommy was a big fan.

[LOCK CLICKS]

Yastrzemski's
batting helmet.

One of Wade Boggs' bats.

Roger Clemens' hat.

How'd he get
all this stuff?

Why is
a better
question.

Seems Tommy
was a bit
of a pack rat.

SYDNEY: With a minor
in Egyptology.

We read this
my freshman year.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Interesting.

Tommy hung this
stained glass glove
so it would shine

on a calendar
of September, 1946.

I wonder why.

Well,
it seems like

a wild
goose chase to me.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

We could
spend a year
in here

and barely scratch
the surface.

[SCREAMS]

Nigel, you all right?

[GROANING]

If you consider lying
in a Boston sewer

all right,
then,

yes.

Oh, good.

[CONTINUES GROANING]

[EXHALES]
Well, it isn't
a sewer, is it?

My guess is,
it's a remnant

of the revolutionary
war tunnels,

used to transport
supplies
during winter.

What was
Tommy doing
down here?

It's big enough
for someone

to crawl through.

When the glove
had its mojo going,

it glowed.

Just like there was a

fire, burning inside it.

Amazing.
But to get

the magic flowing,

you had to stand
in a certain way,

Tai Chi position.

Tai Chi?

Yeah, it was
taught t me
by an old master.

I'd do it
before every game.

Well, show me.

Come on.

[STUTTERS]
I need this, man.

Please.

Now, stand up.

[AMUSING INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING]

NIGEL: Some kind
of locker room.

Not some kind.

The Red Sox locker room.

SYDNEY:
We're inside
Fenway Park.

This is
amazing.

Apparently,
you and I

have quite
conflicting definitions
of the word amazing.

A bit more bend
in the knees, now.
A bit more bend.

That's it.
That's it, now.

Now hold
that position.

Now, very slowly,

start waving
your arms, up

and down.

Up and down.

Up and down,
that's it.

Now, build up
the speed.

Now, build up
the speed.

Get the speed.

That's it. Now,

cluck like a chicken.

[AMUSING INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC CONTINUES]

I am out of here,
old man.

You're not giving up
that easy, are you?

I thought you
wanted to hear
about the glove?

You know, I don't like
being made a fool of,

all right?

No, of course
you don't.

I was just carried away.

People skills get
a little rusty

living alone
for so long.

The truth about
the glove, Frank...

it's powerful.

But I guess,
you can handle it.

SYDNEY: September 14th,
Jimmy Jonesboro
steals the series

in the ninth.

The curse
of the Bambino
strikes again.

Curse
of the Bambino?

Babe Ruth's nickname.

From 1903 to 1918,

the Red Sox won
the series five times.

They traded Ruth
to the Yankees

and haven't
won it since.

That's 81 years.

Tommy thought
Jonesboro's glove
might help them?

He buried it
under Fenway Park

so the mystical vibrations

would seep up
through the field.

It's possible Tommy
was a few innings short

of a complete game,
isn't it?

What's that?

Looks like a code
of some kind.
Can you make any

sense of it?

The first one's
JJ, 914414.

September 14th, 4:14 p.m.
is the time and date of

Jimmy Jonesboro's
triple play that
killed the Sox.

Uh, tomorrow's the 14th.

What about
the rest of them?

I'm not sure.

I think we should
figure it out
before 4:14,

tomorrow afternoon.
I say we go back

to the hotel,
so I can make
some sense of this.

Okay.

Keys for room 1210
and 1212, please.

Bailey and Fox.

Which of you
requested
the sleep mask

and ear plugs?

Oh, I'm sure
that's a good look.

Good god.

Is that you,
Nigel?

Tony.

Antony Cadwalader,
what are you doing here?

I'm in town
on business.

What about you,
professor?
Conjuring up

a new lesson plan
for your students?
NIGEL: Um...

[LAUGHS SHEEPISHLY]
Excuse me,
Professor?

I'm sorry,
I have to go

and I uh...
Dinner tonight.
We'll catch up.

I couldn't.
8 o'clock.

The dining room.
Be there.

I'm still waiting,
Professor.

[STAMMERING]
It's not
much of a lie.

It's more of
an embellishment,
actually.

How do you figure?
Well, I mean, I'm

sure I'll be
a professor...

[STAMMERS] eventually.

at seven, he sits

first row
at Oasis concerts
with Tony Blair.

The two fat ladies
catered his
birthday party.

When I left England
I couldn't bear
telling him I was

just a teaching assistant.

All right,
at least there's
no harm done.

Uh, there's [STAMMERING]
one more um...

small thing.

Uh, about the

teaching assistant.

You didn't.
It was foolish,

stupid, childish,
[LAUGHS SHEEPISHLY]
immature.

Keep going.
I'll let you know
when you're through.

If Tony finds out I was lying,
I'll never hear
the end of it. Please.

Just, for tonight?

[SIGHS
IN EXASPERATION]

You didn't.

I bloody well did.

NIGEL:
[LAUGHING HEARTILY]

How about
a cigar, Nige?

Hmm.
Have your girl
fetch us something.

Is there
a problem?

[NERVOUSLY]
Sydney, uh,

be a sport and uh,

[GASPS] fetch us
a Davidoff.

And two more cognacs.

She's a good girl.

First rate.

I don't
know where
I'd be without her.

Well, if the evening's
amusements have

concluded,
I think I'll call
a wheelchair

and see
the good professor
to his room.

Sydney.
It is Sydney, right?

Just because
Nigel has
wound down

doesn't mean
we have to.

Uh, hand me
that ashtray,
would you?

Ooh!

Ah, bad
flicking reflex,
so sorry

Give me
some water.

Great.

[YELLS] Oh.
[SMIRKS]

Come on,
let's go.
[GROANS]

Nigel, if you're
gonna get smashed

the least you can do,
is remember your hotel key.

[CHUCKLING]

I don't even
like cigars.

They make me,

nauseous.

You owe me big.

[QUIZZICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, god. [GROANS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Nigel?

NIGEL: [SNORING]

[GRUNTS]

MAN: [GROANING]

[GLASS CRASHING]

[YELPING]

[VASE CRASHING]
[SNORING]

Ah.

SYDNEY: [GRUNTING]

MAN: [GROANING]

Bah! [PANTING]

[CONTINUES SNORING]

Oh, Nigel.

[HORNS BLARING]

[GROANING] Oh.

Oh.

[HORN BLARING CONTINUES]

[DOOR CLICKING]

And how are
we feeling today?

[GROANS]
Uh, awful.

I mean, uh,

terrible.

Last night, I...

I don't remember
anything past
the salad.

Nothing past
the salad?

It's no excuse,
I know.

I respect you
as a person
and as a woman.

[BABBLING]
Well, what

what I mean
to say by that
is, well I, um...

Nigel, someone
broke in,
last night.

We had a difference
of opinions
in the living room.

Uh, I thought
I did that.

You did have
quite the night.

Yes, well, um...

Well, what
did they want?

McGwire's 70th
home run ball

went for nearly
three million dollars.

Imagine what
smiling Jimmy Jonesboro's

lost glove
might be worth.

But we don't have
the glove.

We will.

You broke the code?

How did you
do it?

It was like
stealing a bone

from a blind dog.
I mean, not that
I'd ever

do that.

I did once,
in Burundi.

I was starving.

[MUMBLING NERVOUSLY]

[QUIZZICAL INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING]

Tommy was
a Red Sox fanatic.

That was
the key.

His codes
are all about

Red Sox players
and their stats.

Now, the first entry
after Jimmy Jonesboro

is TW-RBI-42.

TW is Ted Williams.

RBI is
Runs Batted In,

42 is 1942.

You know
how many RBIs

the Splinter had
in 1942?

You're joking,
of course.

137.

[EXHALES] Now,
it looks like,

Tommy's put
numbers on all

the tunnel walls
like signposts.

I say
we find 137,

and head down
that tunnel.

I think you're
onto something.

Let's hope so.

Nigel,
on the wall.

Now,

it's a quarter
after 1:00, only
three hours left

until the anniversary
of the infamous
Red Sox game.

What exactly
do you expect
to happen?

I'm not sure,
but Tommy

was obviously
big on numbers
and codes.

I say we make
as much progress

as we can
in the next
three hours.

[QUIZZICAL INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC CONTINUES]

Okay,
the next entry is

RC-ERA-86

Roger Clemens'
ERA in '86.

[RUMBLING]
Start looking
for 248.

I heard something.

I didn't
hear anything.

I definitely think
I heard something.

It's probably
just rats.

They must be
very large rats.

The next number
we're looking for
is 36.

The number
of home runs

Tony Conigliaro hit
in 1970.
[RUMBLING]

I'm hearing
rats again.

Oh, Nigel,
give it a rest.

Ja.
Ja?

[YELLS] Ah.

[GRIPPING INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING]

You okay?

I'm getting tired
of this, Reiner.

Real tired.

Reiner?

Reiner,
listen to me.

That diary's useless.

You'll never find
your way back
out of here.

You'll rot
down here, Reiner.

Then again,
so will we.

[SIGHS GRIMLY]
KURT: Damn it.

[CURSING IN GERMAN]

I warned you.

What the hell
is this book?

How much
is it worth?

About $2.99
at Save-On,

less 15 cents
if you get
a club card.

It leads
to something
else, ja?

Nein.

You're
hiding something.

Sydney, I don't know
what the bloody hell's
going on,

but if we
don't find
that baseball

glove soon...

[SIGHS WEARILY]

KURT: You're
looking for a,

baseball glove?

Yes, we are, Reiner.

If it strikes
as odd, what are
you doing down here?

Well, I had planned

to trade whatever
you were after
for my dagger.

I don't have
your dagger, Reiner.
You've got mine.

The two are a pair,

worth a fortune,
together.

The diary
for the dagger.

I don't think
you're in

a position
to bargain here.

See, you need me.

I need you?

Ha!

I need you like
another dose
of yellow fever.

Yellow, perfect color
for a coward.

KURT:
That's not
what you

called me
in Kathmandu.

Would you forget
about Kathmandu?

Oh, what happened
in Kathmandu?

Nothing happened
in Kathmandu.

You can't find
your way back
out of here,

without me
to translate
that diary.

And you can't translate
a damn thing

if I've got the diary.

She's got a point.

So does he.

I'm sure
we can reach
a fair trade.

We're all,
reasonable people.

SYDNEY: You know,
you're right, Nigel.

We should work together.

For old times' sake.

That's my girl.

[GRIPPING MUSIC CONTINUES]

I'm not your girl.

Drop the gun.
That's
an excellent idea.

I don't know what it is
that fascinates
people about guns.

They're so crude.

[GASPS] Oh.
[GUN FIRES]

Dangerous too.

Oh, Sydney!
Anyone can
shoot a gun.

Even an idiot.

Hair trigger,
or is it
itchy finger?

I always get
those two confused.

For god's sake,
Sydney, you're
gonna kill someone.

See, that's
the problem
with guns.

They kill people.

Then just
put it down.

I think I
want an apology first.

Apology
for what?

For sticking me
with that dinner bill
in Kathmandu.

French champagne,
Russian caviar,

Indonesian lobster?

[SCREAMING]
I'm sorry.

You know how much
that stuff costs?

[PANTS] It's out
of bullets, anyway.

Come on,
we got work
to do.

[SIGHING] According
to the diary,

this is
where Tommy
put the glove.

Fine, but where?

Nigel, remember
that book
in Tommy's room?

Protecting
the King's Tomb?

Fantastic.

We are not going
to find anything
standing here.

[STRING SNAPS]
SYDNEY: Reiner!

We're not gonna
find anything with
our heads missing, either.

Right. Thank you.

[THUD]

You found
something?

I'm not sure.

But there's
a chapter,

in the
tomb book,

that mentions
refraction of light
through a prism.

Maybe.

[SARCASTICALLY]
Wow, it fits.

That's great.

I suppose the sun
is going to shine

through the glass
and show us
where the glove

is hidden?

Well, it's
a quarter
to four.

We'll find out
in half an hour.

Sydney.

[COG TURNING]

[CLICKS]

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Home run,
Sydney.

Ladies first.

[GROANS]

Get that thing
off me.

[PANTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

You knew
what this was
in the book.

[YELLING]
Didn't you?

I must've
been out
the week

they assigned
that chapter.

Here you go.

[SNORTS]

I don't
wanna play catch.

Oh, everyone wants
to play catch.

Even professional
baseball players.

I'll
even throw
left-handed.

I played catch
with my dad,
every day of my life.

He loved the game.

He wanted me
to love it
as much as he did.

What does this
have to do
with the glove?

The thing of it
was he had
all this passion.

But he had no talent.

Now, me,

could've
been better
than I was.

I knew that
but I just didn't

have what it took,

where it counted.

And after
my dad died,

I decided to retire.

Then I saw the glove,

in a garage sale

and it was my dad's.

I started playing
with it.

I don't know what it was.

But when I wore that glove,

I felt the love
that he felt
for the game.

Now, whether
that was me

wanting
to give him
something back

or him giving me
something through
the glove,

I don't know.

After the glove
was stolen,

I played for
a little while longer,

but it wasn't
the same.

The magic was gone.

Just wasn't
there anymore.

Wasn't here,

anymore.

Damn, you
throw hard, boy.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Ah, I guess
this is where

we say
auf wiedersehen.

Not...

You got
the glove.

All I want
is my dagger.

But it's not
your dagger.

It belongs
to the villagers.

We sell the pair,
and split the money.

These are
priceless artifacts

and you want
to sell them?

Well, if I
sell them,

then they are
not priceless,
are they?

SYDNEY: You still think
all that money's
gonna make you happy.

I'll take
my chances.

TONY: And I'll
take that glove.

Tony?

Thank you,
Professor.

NIGEL: [GROANING]

So sorry
about all this,
Nigel, but,

got a nasty
cash flow problem.

Dodgy investments,
junk bonds,

tax shelters,
loan sharks.

When you mentioned
this glove

at dinner,
I thought,
well, hello.

Opportunity knocking.

Wouldn't have had
to go through
with this nonsense

if your girl here
didn't have such
a good left roundhouse.

That was you
in the hotel?

[EXCLAIMING
AFFIRMATIVELY]

But all
the money
you've made.

Lost a bundle
playing

Baccarat
with the Saudis.

Ruthless lot.
Money means absolutely
nothing to them.

But your deals?

Cocktail chatter,
Nige. You know.

You're
a liar
and a fake.

It's what one has to do
these days, professor.

To keep up,
appearances.

[SIGHING GRIMLY]
I'm not a professor.

I'm a teaching assistant.

Her teaching assistant.

Well, there
you are, Nige,

birds of a feather.

Give my love to your mum,
when you speak to her.

You told him
about the glove.

I don't remember
anything...

Past the salad.

Idiot.

The arm.

We're tied
to the pitching arm
of the machine.

If we get it
to rotate forward,

it will slacken the ropes.

I still want my dagger.

[GRUNTS]

[SNORTS] Idiot.

He must have
caught a cab.

In Boston? You kidding?
He's on foot.
I'll check this way,

you go
that direction.
Right.

Taxi.

Bloody.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS] Oh.

I'd say
he's out
by a mile.

ALL: [LAUGHING]

You found it?

Yes.

I can't do this.

This belongs
to Jimmy.

Keep your money,
the deal's off.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Now, hold on.

Frank needs this glove

a lot more
than I do.

He hired you to find it.

It's his.

Doesn't feel right.

You know, if it, uh,
doesn't feel just right,
it's not worth a damn.

[SOFT PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

NIGEL: What are you, uh,

what are you
gonna do
with it?

I don't know.

Play a little catch
from time to time.

What are you
doing tomorrow?

[CHUCKLING]

Um...

we need to talk,

about,

what went on
that night,

[STUTTERING]
in the hotel,

between the two of us?

Yeah, it was
the cognac,

it was
the cigars,

it was, well,
it was madness,

wasn't it? I...

That's not who I am.

I pride myself
on being able

to control
my instinctual urges,

as all
civilized people must.

Otherwise,
the world would be in,
well, absolute chaos,

wouldn't it?
People,

rutting like animals.

Imagine what that
might be like.
Exactly. I... I,

I'm so glad
you understand.

Completely.

So, we could just,

forget the whole thing?

It'll be
our little secret.

Never mentioned again.

Thank you
so much, Sydney.

No, Nigel,

thank you.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]