♪ ♪ WILL: You're just another heartless bureaucrat.

You're like a man possessed.

WILL: Geordie, no!

(pills rattling) You are gonna have to knock this on the head.

I'm trying.

Well, you try harder!

Why would I ever trust you, when all you do is wallow in self-pity?

GEORDIE: You need a break from this.

Go be with your family.

CATHY: Will's not there-- he never made it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ When you are near me ♪ (grunts) Fight back!

♪ And touch my hand ♪ Come on!

Come on, fight back!

Come on.

(grunts) (moans) ♪ I'm ♪ ♪ Trembling so ♪ (grunts, kicks) (Will moaning and gasping) ♪ Don't understand ♪ MAC (echoing): Sir?

Sir!

Can you hear me, sir?

(moans) (echo stops) Picking a fight with a squaddie.

Hardly your finest choice, I warrant.

What you doing here?

(exhales): Looking for God.

(sighs): You came to the wrong place for that.

You all right?

Where does it hurt?

Everywhere.

(laughing) (panting) Have you tried his mum?

He's not there.

(car door closes) Oh, what about the sister?

The one with the voice like she swallowed a Gobstopper.

Not with her, either.

(sighs) Little sod.

Buggering off and leaving the rest of us to worry!

Morning.

Oh.

MAN: Hello.

WOMAN: Morning.

Morning.

I don't understand.

I don't understand why he just upped and left?

He's struggling, Cathy.

He's in pain.

(sighs) Let me get my hands on him.

I'll show him pain.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Did you check with his mum?

Yes.

The silly sister?

I've looked everywhere.

What about the morgue?

Oh, it's not that serious.

Is it?

I checked.

He's not there.

(sighs) You go out there, Geordie Keating, and you do not come back till you find him.

Find who?

Oh, I didn't know you was back today.

You look, um... You're blooming.

Yes.

Find who, George?

KEITH: I spoke to my son today.

He's a man now.

Last time I saw him, he was, uh, in his cradle.

You know, for a long time, I thought he was better off without me.

Now I wonder whether... (takes deep breath) ...I wasn't just a little bit afraid.

Afraid of what?

Loving him, you know?

'Cause when you love someone, it hurts all the more when you lose them, doesn't it?

Perhaps he could come here for a visit.

I'd love to meet him.

I'd like to stay, I really would.

It's just, it's just all this trouble with the police.

Of course, of course.

I understand.

Thank you for taking time with me.

God bless you.

Nah.

God bless you.

Spent my whole life moved from pillar to post.

No one made me feel worth a damn, you know?

You are worth something.

I should, uh, I should pack.

Thank you, Leonard.

Seems my little social experiment is coming apart at the seams, as you predicted.

I don't find any joy in that.

This place is done.

Will is God knows where.

Bravo, eh?

Well done, me.

Destroying everything I love, like always.

(sighs) From my exhibition.

I hope it's done well.

I've been offered gallery space in London, I...

I'm moving there for a while, so, uh...

Right.

♪ ♪ You're worth something, too.

Leonard.

Everything you've done here.

It's worth something.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (door closes in distance) (sighs) (knock at door) What?

Robbery out at Barton.

Round 'em up, would ya?

Elliot's orders.

There's no one to round up, Larry.

Let's just get this over with.

(grunting) (pills rattling) Looking for these?

(sighs) If it's salvation you're after, there's only one place you're gonna find it.

PC McKenzie.

Will.

Good to meet you, Will.

(grunts): Though the circumstances leave a bit to be desired.

Am I under arrest?

What for?

Getting the stuffing knocked out of you?

So, I'm free to go?

Yeah, whenever you want.

Though I would ask the question where to.

There's, um, there's a bathroom in the back, clean towels, a razor.

And do me a favor: reacquaint yourself with some soap.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ (water splashes) (breathing heavily) (water splashes) ♪ ♪ (dials operator) Cambridgeshire police, please.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (door opens) (sighs, pills rattling) Can I have one?

Are they sweets?

No, they're not sweets.

Pockets.

Now, Jacob Wilson.

(knocks on desk) SADIE: Mac?

Yes, sweetheart?

Ah, pheasant, Sadie.

That one is a keeper.

Well?

Did you pay for them?

Yeah.

That's not what the shop keep says.

Well, the shop keep can kiss my arse.

I suspect he'd rather not.

I'm gonna have to tell your uncle.

Don't.

You live with your Uncle Rob.

I have to tell him.

Don't do that.

(sighs): Fine-- I'll pay.

But you are apologizing, with meaning this time.

(sighs) MAC: This is Will.

You look like crap, Will.

We don't need your charity.

It's a cheese sarnie, Jacob.

Even you can't object to a cheese sarnie.

(sighs) (sighs) (phone ringing in distance) Ah, Miss Scott.

Ah, Geordie.

You couldn't ask one of the boys to go around the pubs, could you?

Knowing Will, he'll be drinking off a hangover.

I can do one better than that.

A PC Mackenzie has located your errant vicar.

A local bobby from a tiny village outside Colchester.

Call him back.

Tell him I'm on my way.

And Will doesn't leave his sight.

And if Elliot asks?

Um, tell him to shove his desk duty up his proverbial.

I'm not going to tell him that.

(sighs): I've found him.

You've found him?

Like Jesus in the wilderness, only Colchester-- are you coming?

Tire theft at Joe's Garage.

(sighs) Do you own a car, Mr. Finch?

No.

Do you drive, Mr. Finch?

No.

Case closed-- send him on his way, Larry.

ELLIOT: Where the hell are you going, Mr. Finch?

Take him to the interview room.

(sighs) With me, Keating.

There's no need for this, sir.

ELLIOT: I'm sick of you and your den of thieves.

It's fine, Geordie.

Let's just get this over with.

You being facetious?

No, I just...

Put him in a cell, Larry.

This really isn't necessary, sir.

I didn't say anything.

Now, Larry.

He hasn't done anything.

Do it now.

GEORDIE: Sir!

(yelps): You're... ...hurting me-- please, let go!

(Elliot grunts) Put him in a cell, Larry.

(Leonard moaning) Put him in a cell!

(breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Jesus, Leonard.

I, I'm fine, I'm fine, Geordie-- just go.

Go and find Will.

(exhales) (exhales heavily) ♪ ♪ (engine stops) PC Mackenzie?

Call me Mac, please.

So is he, uh... Is he really a vicar?

SADIE: Him?

A vicar?

He's a good one, too.

Piss off-- he's not a vicar.

He's just lost his way recently.

Ah-- happens to the best of us.

Uh, we'll give you a moment.

Never met a junkie vicar before.

Hey, just, hands off the car.

Come on.

On your feet.

Did He send you?

Who?

God.

No, just a plain old earthly telephone call.

Come on, up.

No.

No, I need to find Him.

You need to get home to Bonnie.

(chuckles) What sort of father will I be?

One who's there.

Get off.

Christ, will you get in the (muted)damn car?

It is better this way-- it is.

You selfish bastard.

Fine!

You destroy yourself, Will.

I hope it makes you happy.

Bonnie?

And Ernie?

Your baby?

They deserve so much better than this.

(door opens and closes) ♪ ♪ I thought the only thing Will and I didn't agree on was God.

Sorry.

I thought, apart from that, we were pretty much in agreement on everything.

How stupid am I?

He'll come back, tail between his legs.

They always do.

I'm so cross with myself, Cath.

Why?

It's him you should be cross with.

After Eddie died, I promised myself, if I married again, it would be someone kind and steady and stable and... Boring.

Trustworthy.

Yeah, yeah, boring.

Yeah.

And then I met Will.

And all the sex.

Oh, all the really good sex-- sorry.

Not that sorry.

We laugh every day.

He makes me laugh, and, God, I, I love that.

I love him.

Marriages are hard.

No one tells you that.

What if he doesn't want me, Cath?

What if he doesn't want this baby?

Will's a good boy.

He is.

Then why isn't he here, Cath?

(door closes) (footsteps approaching, Jacob and Sadie talking) Sometimes they just need time.

See all sorts in this job.

Don't we just?

He just seems...

Broken.

You his dad, are ya?

No.

But you love him like you were.

You've got a good eye, Mac.

Receding hair, expanding waistline, but still got a good eye.

That you have.

I'm not done with him yet.

Hey.

He'll come round-- you'll see.

CURTIS: Mac?

Mac.

Curtis?

It's the Wilsons.

Is it Uncle Rob?

You stay here.

You stay with your sister, Jacob.

♪ ♪ CURTIS: Mr. Wilson didn't come out to the fields like he usually does.

I came to check on him.

You wait here.

(door opens) Rob!

Oh, God.

Is there a phone in here?

Mac.

What am I gonna tell them?

What am I gonna tell those poor kids?

Have you read all of this?

Yes.

The way I see it, God doesn't like us very much.

SADIE: Jacob!

You shouldn't say that.

He doesn't love us-- He just leaves us here to suffer.

(tosses book on table) JACOB: Come on, Sadie.

We need to go.

(sighs) GEORDIE: Just a minute.

♪ ♪ Do you know these people?

Most of me life, yeah.

Was Rob left-handed, do you know?

(sighs): You picked up a pen with your left hand, the teacher would beat you-- why?

The ink on his left index finger.

Well, maybe he was doing his accounts, spilt the ink.

Curtis Cooper?

Yes, sir.

When was the last time you were paid?

MAC (sighs): What does all that matter now?

The Wilsons are in debt.

So is everyone else round here.

No wage slip for months.

Maybe you came back to collect what was owed you, and maybe things got out of hand.

I was out there-- saw the kids leave the house.

Even from the other side of the field, I could see they were rushing.

Going fast, they were, like they was running from something.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: This is a footprint.

(sighs) There was an argument.

Papers fell.

That's small.

That doesn't belong to an adult.

That belongs to a child.

♪ ♪ Come with us.

I can't, Jacob.

I can't do that.

No, I'm telling you.

You're coming with us.

MAC: I knew they struggled with him.

I, I should've seen it.

You weren't to know, Mac.

No, I, I should've seen.

(engine revs) Jacob?!

GEORDIE: Will?!

(drawers opening and closing) Where would they go?

(exhales): They've got nowhere.

Where are their parents?

(keys jangle) Rob's brother and his wife died in a car crash.

Where'd they live?

Oh, out towards the coast.

Cromer.

♪ ♪ They're going to Cromer.

WILL: So what's your plan, Jacob?

Because it strikes me you don't have much of one.

They pick-me-ups?

Give 'em back.

Why?

You take 'em.

Yeah, it doesn't mean you should.

Well, maybe I should chuck 'em.

No, no!

(engine splutters and slows) What you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

Keep driving.

We're out of petrol.

Damn it!

(Mrs. Chapman sighs) This wouldn't have happened if I'd kept my eye on him.

You're allowed to retire, Sylvia.

You deserve a rest.

I miss it, having someone to look after.

I miss being needed.

(wheels squeaking outside) For pity's sake, what's that?

What are you doing?!

Embroidery.

Very funny.

Not that funny.

CATHY: You should be resting.

Ankles above your head.

(gasps) What was that?

Nothing.

Mum roared like a dinosaur a minute ago.

Tell-tale.

CATHY: Oh, my Lord.

You're in labor.

MRS. CHAPMAN: She's in bloody labor.

Jack!

My friend's dad's in Labour.

(Bonnie gasps) He's a politician.

Sit down!

It's, it's just a twinge.

Get her ankles above her head-- Jack!

She's in labor.

JACK: I'll get the car.

Don't get the car.

BOTH: Get the car, Jack!

Ernie took 30 hours to come.

Second ones, they just fly out-- trust me.

I am not leaving without Will.

I'm not leaving till he's standing right here.

Till I'm certain he meant the vows we said to each other as much as I meant them.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous.

I am not leaving without bloody Will.

(groans loudly) See?

Just like a dinosaur.

(grunts) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: How long you been a copper?

20 years.

Thirty.

Oh!

Good on ya.

You love it still?

God, I love it.

My wife wanted me to be something sensible, like an accountant or a teacher.

(chuckles): Fat chance.

(chuckling): Fat bloody chance.

She came round in the end?

Ah, she tolerates it.

I retire this week.

Oh?

Time for slippers and a pipe?

Not really a slippers and pipe man, unfortunately.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Will you miss it?

Every hour of every day.

More than just a job, int it?

It's who you are.

There.

Tag!

Stop, you're too fast!

(laughs): Tag.

(laughing) Just got to go talk to Will.

All right, then.

Can I have a ciggie?

No.

You're no fun.

You married?

Yeah.

Kids?

One.

Another on the way.

Do you love them?

Of course.

Well, you can't love 'em that much if you're here.

What'd you do that's so bad, anyway?

Killed a man.

Bollocks.

Bloody hell.

You really did, didn't you?

What have you done, Jacob?

Killed my aunt and uncle.

Bollocks.

What would you know?

(clicks tongue): Well, I don't know an awful lot, but I know a good soul when I meet one.

Why do you take those pills?

To try and find God again.

I thought God was everywhere.

Give thanks to God, for His love endures forever.

Psalms.

It's not true, is it?

If His love's forever endured, we wouldn't suffer.

Have you suffered, Jacob?

It consumes you, doesn't it?

The suffering-- the guilt.

What happened, Jacob?

SADIE: Mac!

Look what I found.

(chuckles) (inhales) ♪ ♪ You can't run forever, Jacob.

(breathing heavily) How did you get the bruises?

His back.

Let me see, son.

(sighs) GEORDIE: Was it your uncle?

Was it Rob?

♪ ♪ We can't help you if you don't tell us, Jacob.

MAC: Did Uncle Rob get angry with you sometimes?

Did he get angry with Jacob?

It was June, wasn't it?

She hits him.

Once for each naughty thing he's done.

(groans) Did she hit him this morning?

What for?

Stealing the chocolates?

Jacob only took it 'cause I was hungry.

Uncle Rob sent us outside.

They were shouting.

Jacob told me to put my hands like this and close my eyes really tight.

And then he went to stop it.

And then there was no more shouting.

Jacob ran out of the house and said we had to leave.

(hinges creaking) (door unlocks) If this constant persecution is intended to break my spirit, then congratulations-- you're well on your way.

You're free to go.

And what does your boss think about that?

He doesn't know.

Won't you get into an awful lot of trouble?

Expect so.

Then why are you doing it?

'Cause it's what Geordie would do.

'Cause it's the right thing.

(chuckles) I could kiss you, Larry.

Don't worry-- I'm not going to.

Good-- 'cause that really would be an arrestable offense.

You're a true kindred spirit.

I'm hoping that's a good thing.

It is.

MAC: Sure you'll be all right with him?

GEORDIE: I just need to get him home.

I hope you find it in you to forgive yourself.

What, like you have?

What will happen?

He'll go into custody, and she'll-- I don't know.

Children's home, I imagine.

You did everything you could.

(sighs) What if she can't forgive me?

Why don't we go home and find out?

What if I can't forgive myself?

Now, that I can't help you with.

Go easy on him.

Likewise.

(sighs) (sniffs) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ Whoa, stop, stop the car.

Oh, Christ, Will-- enough.

Look.

I'll, uh, I'll go get your sister.

Let me speak to him.

I'm not sure it'll help.

Let him try, Mac.

Did your aunt lose her temper a lot?

I imagine you didn't mind so much if you were the target.

But if it was Sadie?

(sniffs) Or your uncle?

Leave him be!

Or what?

WILL: They were arguing this morning.

ROB: Outside.

Now!

WILL: They were arguing about you.

Count to a hundred.

(June yelling inside) It'll all be over, I promise you.

JUNE: I'm sick and bloody tired of you!

You and those wretched children.

One.

You're no man.

You can't even tell a child what he should and shouldn't do.

It's left to me-- I shouldn't have...

Shut up!

Shut up!

...to do it!

Shut up!

Your uncle cut his right hand, Jacob.

And he used his left hand to write a confession.

WILL: And then he turned the knife on himself.

(door opens) It's how you found them.

♪ ♪ (breath trembling) WILL: You wanted to protect the memory of your uncle, so you took the confession.

You came here to tell Mac.

But you couldn't find the words.

This is not your fault, Jacob.

(crying): If she hadn't been angry at me... That's her fault, not yours.

I didn't do enough.

You did everything you could.

No.

You did everything within your power.

No.

That's all anyone can ever do.

That's all we can ever do.

(crying): I wish I could've stopped it.

WILL: I know.

I wish I could make it all go away.

I know.

(crying) I know.

You did everything you could.

(Jacob sobbing) ♪ ♪ You did everything you could.

(Jacob crying) ♪ ♪ You off?

I bloody hope so this time.

(chuckles) Where they gonna go?

(sighs): Well, there's no one, so... You could take 'em.

Me?

Well, my wife might have something to say about that.

You know, the older I get, the more I realize it's not just the job that makes you who you are.

You don't have to be related to love 'em like your own.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (sighs) I don't want them.

Right you are.

Get rid of them for me.

Right you are.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) Daniel!

(panting) (yelps) Daniel!

Are you okay?

Do you need to sit down?

I ran here.

(chuckles): Really?

I don't think I've ever seen you run anywhere.

Can I just... Can you just let me say something?

Or else I'll never have the courage to say it.

You, Daniel Marlowe, are everything to me.

And to paraphrase Shakespeare, you are my moon and my stars and... You sure that's Shakespeare?

Daniel!

You are my everything, and... And now you've put me off, and I'm repeating myself.

What I'm trying to say is...

I'll change.

For you.

I'll stay at home, and I, I'll...

I'll never get into an ounce of trouble again.

So what do you say?

E.E.

Cummings-- that poem.

It's by E.E.

Cummings.

Just-- if it's a no, then just, just, just... Say it outright, and put me out of my misery.

I was just looking for you.

Transpires, the thought of London wasn't half as appealing without you.

In fact, it was, um... Horrible?

Unthinkable.

Do you think you could ever love me again?

Leonard.

That's not the way love works.

(birds chirping) (puppies whimpering) Dickens.

That sly old dog.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

He's a dead man.

(door opens) (door closes) (sighs) Ladies.

By which I mean, give us a moment.

We are not done with you.

Not by a long shot.

I, I, I don't know where to start.

I do.

Ow!

That's from me.

And this... (sniffles) ...is from the baby.

I am so sorry.

I, I am so sorry.

If you've come here to say goodbye, then make it quick.

Because otherwise, I'll remember how much I love you.

And I need to hate you if you're gonna leave.

I'm not gonna leave.

Don't just say that.

I mean it.

I do.

You never leave us again.

I will never leave you again.

I will never leave you again.

Good.

(voice rising): Because I bloody love you, you stupid man!

Wait, why are you shouting?

Why do you think?

Oh, God, no-- what, is it happening?

It's happening.

(laughing) (laughs, moans) GEORDIE: Here we go.

(puppies barking) WILL: Maternity... Maternity, this way!

GEORDIE: That's right.

Just deep breaths, nice, deep breaths.

CATHY: She's got a baby wedged against her lungs, Geordie.

I haven't taken a deep breath in months.

WILL: Now, watch out-- she will punch you.

Have you got the flask, Jack?

Flask, check.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Sandwiches?

JACK: Check.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Tablecloth?

WILL: Tablecloth?

JACK: This woman is never knowingly underprepared.

(puppies yap) CATHY: You should've left the puppies in the car, Geordie.

I tried-- they looked upset.

Can we keep them?

CATHY: No!

Absolutely not.

LEONARD: Is it happening?

WILL: Oh, it's happening.

LEONARD: The miracle of birth.

New life bursting forth into the world.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't use the word "bursting."

NURSE: No!

No.

Absolutely not.

(puppy barks) No family, no friends, no children, and definitely no puppies.

Expectant mothers only.

I believe that would be me.

Good luck.

Take care.

Good luck.

ERNIE: Love you, Mum.

No-- no, I'm not going anywhere.

Bonnie.

Fathers in the waiting room, please.

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ ♪ (whimpering) I can't believe he went in there.

(whispering): Has it happened?

Ooh!

Not yet.

JACK: Gentlemen.

LEONARD: Marvelous.

I feel positively Churchillian.

I mean, why would he go in there?

(sighs): I don't know, Geordie.

To support his wife?

And child?

Got his whole life to do that.

Oh, Jack.

What about the ladies, Jack?

Yes, what about the ladies?

What about the children?

BOTH: No.

Nice try.

GEORDIE: I mean, why did he go in there?

He knows what he's about to witness, right?

ERNIE: Is the stork here with the baby?

What does it do?

Fly through the window?

(whimpering) Breathe-- just breathe.

(breathing deeply) This is most unorthodox, Mr. Davenport.

BONNIE: I need to get up.

I need to walk.

This is all very, very unorthodox.

Oh, Will.

WILL: I'm right here.

(Bonnie hissing breaths) (grunts) Hey, it's all right, it's all right.

(groans) You're all right.

♪ ♪ WILL: Geordie.

My son.

Well, would you look at that?

(footsteps approaching) (gasps) Oh...

He's perfect.

Just perfect.

JACK: Hello, little chap.

Cigar?

DANIEL: You crying?

(voice breaking): No.

Yes.

Why does he look so angry?

WILL: He's had a trying few days.

Aw.

Isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?

BONNIE: This is your big brother, Mr. Ernie Evans.

How do you do?

He's very good at football.

Not so good at tidying his room.

(all laugh) What's his name?

What do you think, Ern?

James.

BONNIE: I like that.

I like James.

(door opens) James George Davenport.

(door closes) (chuckle) I heard about Leonard.

It was nothing, boss.

No, it wasn't.

It wasn't nothing, Larry-- come with me.

(stammering): I understand if you're angry.

I just...

It felt like the right thing to do.

Elliot shouldn't have hit Leonard.

Keep it.

Your mum would be proud of you, Larry.

I hate to say it, but he's really rather attractive when he's not being a twerp.

(chuckles) (mutters): Oh, Christ on a bike.

(aloud): Sir.

Was it you?

Was it you who went to the commander?

Don't know what you're talking about, sir.

Reporting me.

For excessive force.

That wasn't me.

(chuckles) They won't accept your retirement.

Don't understand.

I'm being transferred.

You get to stay.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (chuckles) (sighs) Do I look like a man who hasn't had a decent night's sleep recently?

Do you want the honest answer?

No.

Good.

You're gonna get maudlin, aren't you?

There were some cross words that passed between us.

Some dark days.

The darkness always comes before the dawn.

That it does.

Have you fallen asleep back there?

(chuckles) (James coos) WILL: And what do you name this child?

ALL: James.

IVY: Why are you asking that?

You know what it is.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Girls.

Quiet.

(shushes) You know that childcare problem we found ourselves with?

I think I've just found the solution.

WILL: James George, I baptize thee in the name of the Father and of the Son... (James squawks) ...and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

We have so much hope for you, James.

We hope that you find wonder in the world around you.

Catch butterflies, watch the sunrise, stay out late and count the stars.

Not too late, of course.

We hope that you feel love and love in return.

We hope you find friendship and laughter.

We hope that you find true purpose in life.

Whatever you do, we'll be proud of you.

We hope that you learn that the greatest job of all is helping others.

Life won't always be easy.

But look for the joy.

Look for the love, and you will find it.

We have so much hope for you, James.

So much love.

♪ ♪ MRS. CHAPMAN: What the... WILL: Dickens!

Milburn!

(Milburn barking) (murmurs): Milburn.

Jackie Milburn.

Greatest footballer that...

BOTH: ...ever lived.

You see?

He's learning.

Good sermon.

But?

All that talk of hope.

You don't want the poor lad growing up thinking life's all sunshine and flowers.

Good point.

No use shielding him at his age.

When James is a cop, he'll need a generous dose of cynicism.

Who said he's gonna be a cop?

After his favorite great-uncle.

The rest are drunks, mind.

(chuckling): It's true.

Whatever he wants to do, as long as he's happy, I'm happy.

Not gonna be a vicar, then, is he?

I'm happy.

I am.

Wait till he hits the terrible twos.

Come back and tell me you're happy then.

Teenage years?

Oh, absolute bloody nightmare.

So what you're saying is, it's all downhill from here?

Just one big old downward slope.

Great.

Thanks for the pep talk, Geordie.

Anytime, son-- anytime.

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