♪ I can see the rising sun ♪
♪ The devil's still on the run ♪
♪ All the pretty things burn out ♪
♪ Heart is beating in my head ♪
♪ Feeling numb with every breath ♪
♪ Smoke and fire all around ♪
♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪
♪ Over, and we all fall down ♪
♪ Finger on the trigger, finger on the trigger ♪
♪ I see time is running out ♪♪
[sirens wailing]
[keys jingling]
[sirens fade in distance]
♪ ♪
[spoon scraping]
♪ ♪
[Lauren] My very first apartment,
we had, like, dinner you'd eat on our floor.
[indistinct conversation]
[door unlocks]
Oh, my God.
- Welcome home, Mrs. Reece. - [chuckles]
- [Lauren] Can you believe it? Yikes? - [Reece] Yikes.
[both laugh]
[Reece] I can believe it.
- [Lauren] This is crazy. - [Reece] It is.
I mean, something about signing a 30-year loan
really kind of drives it home, huh?
30 years here? Are we crazy?
I don't know. Do you even have to ask?
[Lauren laughs]
It is... it is truly ugly.
We... [laughs]
- [kissing] - [Lauren sniffles]
- We have to take this wallpaper down. - Yeah.
- And the carpet. - Exactly.
- Have vision. - [laughs]
- For instance... - Wow.
...gun safe right here.
Work bench, flag from JBAD. Spruce this place right up.
Oh, no. This whole room's gonna be my office.
What?
This is my office. You can have the garage.
No. That's not gonna happen.
- Yeah. - Nonstarter.
[Lauren] Well, we'll see about that.
You want to check out the bedrooms?
[Lauren] Yeah, I do, but we're here to work,
so don't get any funny ideas.
We'll see about that, too.
[watch beeping]
♪ ♪
[seagulls calling]
[all] Six!
[sergeant 1] Hey, mother****er! Do you have the weight?
[sergeant 2] Keep counting!
[sergeant 1] Get off my ****ing beach!
- [soldiers] Seven! - Pick it up!
- Ho! - Take it!
Go ring that bell, baby!
That's your salvation. Go! Ring it!
[sergeant 1] It only hurts the first time, ladies.
[sergeant 2] Do you have the weight?!
[soldiers] I have the weight!
- It don't look like it. - [soldiers] Three!
[sergeant 2] I don't want any ****ing quitters in my line.
Can't take a log, you can't take the enemy.
[soldiers grunting]
[seagulls calling]
Move it! Move it, ladies!
There ain't no quit!
[knock on door]
[door opens]
Your JAG is here, sir. Captain Howard.
Everything in order?
Regarding Odin's Sword,
we should have deniability.
- What's that mean, "should"? - Tragedies occur.
The op was built on team intelligence.
We can't be held responsible.
What about the experiment?
It's worth noting that none of this is tested,
judicially speaking,
but the N.D.A.A. is clear.
In the event this goes before
- the courts... - Are we covered or not?
Orders are orders,
but I doubt James Reece sees it that way.
I believe it is time
to seriously consider contingencies.
What kind of contingencies?
Tactical retrograde.
I've compiled a list of non-extradition countries.
- Bullshit. - [Howard] Everyone is dead.
I have a family to think about.
I'm not moving to Cameroon 'cause of James ****ing Reece.
Stop... talking.
We're Naval command, not some Wall Street jackass.
As long as we have legal cover,
we have a position to defend.
And if disgraced Commander Reece
wants to show up here,
there are 5,000 sailors who'll have something to say about it.
[Reece] I see them.
[Ben] They've been meeting up daily since you dropped Horn.
Cox and Howard are living on the economy,
so there's ample opportunity there.
Pillar, however, is not leaving base,
and I'm assuming you don't want to take on the entire N.A.B.
Maybe we take out the first two and wait on Pillar.
Hit him with a sniper shot.
From the boat?
That's a coin flip on a good day.
And we can't risk a miss.
You remember Mosul?
[Ben] Yeah, what about it?
Sayidati al-Jamila?
Howard's got a family.
Bold move.
[quiet chatter in cockpit]
Anything else, please, ask the FBI.
Moving.
[Katie] James Reece didn't kill Mike Tedesco.
You and your men did.
[Horn] Well, Talos offers security. They're not hitmen,
Ms. Buranek. You think I wasn't aware of you?
[Katie] I know you tested RD4895 on Navy SEALs,
and I know those tests caused tumors,
so you had them murdered. It's all in my story.
If you try to take me out, everyone will know the truth.
Your ****ing deal's about to fall apart!
[Hartley] It's easy today to wake up afraid.
The acts of violence that we saw on television
this week cannot be ignored.
The administration has acted quickly
to classify James Sullivan Reece
as a domestic terrorist.
How about we just open it up to questions,
- as I'm sure there are many. - [reporters clamoring]
- Back row, yes. - Madam Secretary,
you know Commander Reece personally, is that correct?
[cameras clicking]
We met several times, that's right.
Did you suspect there was something wrong with him?
When you join the armed forces, you swear an oath
to defend the Constitution against threats,
foreign and domestic.
I suspect Commander Reece believes
he's still serving that oath.
[reporter 2] Against what, ma'am?
James Reece believes he's on some kind of mission,
and he won't stop until it's done.
Our best chance of catching him
is to determine who's next on his list,
and to get there before he does.
That means, first and foremost,
running down anyone with ties
to Steve Horn and Capstone Industries.
Our main goal is capture,
but our top priority is to prevent
the further loss of life.
If those two things prove to be at odds, well...
then that's where we're at.
- You got it? - [others] Yes, sir.
Okay. Let's go find the man.
[clears throat]
Do you know where James Reece is?
All right, here's the thing.
I need information.
Here we go.
I've got 5,000 words on James Reece,
and I'm this close to having my story.
You are on thin ****ing ice, lady.
[Katie] I can't finish without you.
And you're not gonna find him without me.
Tell me what you've got. I'll see what I can do.
That's as good as it gets.
You have access to Steve Horn's computers.
Run a search for something called a "Cap Table."
It's everybody who made money
off the Nubellum sale.
Now, most of the accounts are legit,
but some represent payments in a conspiracy
to illegally test a drug
called RD4895 on Navy SEALs.
And how much of this is coming from Reece?
'Cause he spent three days talking to ghosts in the woods.
Was that before or after
he pulled your friend out of a mudslide?
He put me in the ****ing mudslide, smartass.
Listen, I'm not here to defend Reece.
I know he needs to be stopped,
but he's not the only one who needs to be held accountable.
Dep, have CART run a deep dive on Horn's computer.
Are you serious?
Yes, sir.
All right, well, there's a library down the street.
- I'll be there working on my story... - [Tony] The last time
I let you walk, you fled to San Francisco.
Junior, she does not leave this room.
Sorry, sir. I asked her to wait.
At ease, Gerald. It's your office.
Ma'am. I saw you were in town.
I wasn't expecting you to stop by.
This is an impromptu visit.
Hmm.
- And who's this? - DCIS Agent Azad.
I wanted to make sure everything was to protocol
for this conversation.
I pulled the TIP from Operation Odin's Sword.
I was curious what kind of intelligence
got a whole platoon killed.
I'm familiar with the intel package.
Well, then you would agree
it's pretty weak.
A major operation based on a walk-in
from an arms dealer?
Nothing more?
Anyone even vet this?
I had a standing order
from the Pentagon
to move on Kahani
if any actionable intel came in.
[Hartley] The officer who elevated the report,
who was it?
That's more of a Langley question.
Thank you, Gerald.
That's it?
For now.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Admiral.
I'll be in touch.
[door closes]
Get me Captain Howard, now.
[phone vibrating]
[TJ] Mom, Coach Hansen said that if we win next week,
we go to states and we have to pay our own way.
Like, everyone. I don't understand how that's fair.
Shouldn't the school get us a bus or something?
- What's up, Dad? - You're home early.
Hey.
I, um...
So, listen, guys, we, um... [clears throat]
We're going to the Keys.
- What? - Yeah. Tonight.
- What are you talking about? - I got tickets.
Just need to pack our bags.
Wha... No, Dad, I-I can't. I have soccer tonight.
Well, there's no soccer tonight.
Come on, let's get your things.
Is something wrong?
No. No.
Just think of it as a, uh, vacation
till things settle down.
- Until what settles down? - Listen.
This is gonna be fun, okay?
- Whatever this is, it isn't fun. - Just listen to me.
I need you both to pack your bag.
Okay?
[over device] Come on, let's go.
[TJ] Dad, I don't get it. I thought you hated the Keys.
♪ ♪
Hey. We got to move.
Howard bought tickets to Key West.
- When? - Tonight.
Run, rabbit, run.
We'll be ready.
Yeah.
Listen, brother, I've been doing some thinking, and, uh...
however this goes,
the Feds are gonna keep digging and digging.
And even with your Agency cover, they'll find something on you.
You got a plan?
Yeah.
You ever hear of Máncora?
Little surf town on the coast of Peru.
Pulls in a ****ing monster swell.
Got hot springs, mud baths,
ayahuasca, maybe some Aussie girls.
Not a bad place to retire.
- I'm sorry. - For what?
I'm sorry I pulled you into this.
They brought me into this, brother.
Not you. Remember that.
[sighs]
[grunts]
Are you sure you want to do this?
- Agent Layun. - Stay put.
We searched Horn's computers. We found several correspondences
with Admiral Pillar mentioning the drug RD4895,
including medicals on Reece's troop.
Pillar knew the men were developing brain tumors.
[Mac] And not just that, sir.
He got paid for his part in the experiment.
[Tony] FinCEN broke down the cap table.
Global Systems Plus, that's Gerald Pillar.
SXA Consulting, that's Leonard Howard.
That one right there is Bill Cox.
There are also other companies
linked to Saul Agnon and Marcus Boykin,
plus one more, Oberon Analytics.
- Who is it? - [Tony] No idea.
We bring in work comp command, maybe they can tell us.
We need to hand this off to NCIS.
[Tony] NCIS Agent Josh Holder was working for Horn, sir.
We need to go direct through our on-base liaison.
These are high-ranking officers. There's a process.
James Reece is here.
He's in Coronado right now, and we have his list.
Is that a "yes"?
Dep, you're at the Reece house.
- Anything off, you flag me. - [Katie] What's going on?
Junior, you're on Howard. Get Buranek a babysitter.
Mac, you've got Cox. Coordinate with PD.
- Agent, I gave you that tip. - Sit down!
If you're lucky, you find out how your story ends.
You gonna at least tell me what you did?
I didn't do anything, per se.
Then why are you running away?
The admiral got involved in something.
Something...
something bad, and he asked me to cover for him, and I...
Look, I felt bad at the time. I just...
Gerald has been good to me, to us.
He supported us. He put me up for promotions. He...
How exposed are you?
- It's not about that, Anne. - [doorbell rings]
And it's gonna pay off, just-just not here.
- In the Keys? - [TJ] Dad!
Just tell the driver I'll be right there.
Just... please, Anne, please.
[TJ] Dad, it-it's not the taxi. It's the FBI.
It's okay. I'll handle it. I'll handle it.
Okay. Sorry. Sorry, I'm coming.
Just getting some things together. Uh...
What can I do for you, Agent?
Going somewhere, Captain?
Military escort for a quarter mile
of Coronado service roads?
[Babbit] All due respect, sir,
as soon as you crossed onto base, you left Coronado.
Hell of a day we got.
There's a deranged SEAL on the loose,
and the FBI wants to knock on the one door
we know he's not behind.
Sir, we're federal agents with a search warrant.
Get that out of my face. You think I give a live shit
that some leaf-eater rubber- stamped your flap of paper?
You don't come into my building without my say-so.
But it's fine by me, Agent,
'cause I got nothing to hide.
Let them in.
They're federal agents after all.
Go. Go on.
Take what you need, Agent,
but I know why you're here.
I think this might clear up any questions you have.
And when you're done realizing
you stepped in the wrong pile of shit,
tell the **** who sent you
to go **** herself.
[phone ringing]
Where are we, Mac?
[Mac] The Howards are AWOL.
Their bags are packed, tickets to Miami,
but they missed their flight.
Cox is in the wind.
We're tracking him as fast as we can.
[♪ Ladada: "Wait I Am"]
♪ I rolled out of bed ♪
♪ Saw it falling over me ♪
♪ Sleeplessness ♪
♪ Drifts upon the sea ♪
You doing all right tonight, Bill?
♪ Wait ♪
♪ I ♪
♪ Passing in future...
Hey. That's not on you.
No one saw that coming.
♪ Cradling ♪
♪ Wandering in the trees ♪
♪ Wait ♪
Keep the change.
♪ I ♪
♪ I ran...
[music continues faintly]
[keys jingling]
So, how's this gonna go then?
[grunting]
- [bones crack] - Ah!
[grunting]
[panting]
[grunting]
Remember Old Misery?
Found one just like her.
400 pounds of "**** you."
Hot damn, we used to haul this ugly ****
up and down Gator Beach
getting called a quitter the whole time. You remember.
- My ****ing arm's broke. - Oh, yeah?
I imagine that hurts like hell.
What do you want, Reece?
Tell me who else knew.
Pillar gave the go-ahead.
Howard made sure all the Ts were crossed
so it'd run downline.
Logistics?
Medics?
Those folks were just following orders.
They thought they were giving you B12 shots.
We were the only ones who knew about the experiment.
You know what they give us
when we retire.
You give your whole life,
you get a pension
and a paddle.
"Thank you for your ****ing service."
You were part of the brotherhood.
That's what you got.
You sent our brothers to ****ing die
in the shit-filled tunnels
of a foreign ****ing land.
[water bubbling]
Huh? What's that? You can't do it on your own?
[gasping]
All right.
Yeah, in BUD/S we never had to carry the weight alone.
Always had our buddies on our left,
on our right.
You need your team, you call for them.
Where's your team, Bill?
You have the weight.
[breathing heavily]
[water splashing]
[splashing stops]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
Jesus Christ, Reece. What did you do?
[Reece] All right, Captain Howard.
[Howard] Please.
You ready to do that favor for me?
[Howard] Please.
I just moved paper, Reece.
You know me, James. You know me. I...
I handle red tape. I...
Please, Reece.
James, I have a family.
I had a family.
Ramirez had a family.
- Cortese had a family. - No.
Donny Mitchell's not gonna ever see his baby
because of what your husband did to my platoon.
Little too late for you
to play that card with me, Captain Howard.
Now, are you going to do the thing
I asked you to do?
I can't do it, Reece. I...
[sighs]
[Reece] Okay.
- [Howard] I'm sorry. - I understand.
Thank you.
You helped send my child to the afterlife,
- so now I'm gonna take yours to make it even. - [Howard] No, Reece. Wait.
- Oh, God, no, Reece. No! - [screaming]
What are you doing?! What are you doing, Reece?
Oh, goddamn it! No, Reece!
- Stop, goddamn it! - Dad! Dad!
Please.
[others crying]
Please. Please, stop.
- Reece... - Get up.
- Come on, get up. - Listen to me, please, just listen.
You have one opportunity,
right now, I'm giving you an opportunity
to do one good thing in your life.
Save your wife and son from drowning in the Pacific.
- You can do this. Okay? - Okay.
You can do this.
You gonna do it?
Yes.
- I'll do it. - Good man.
Oh, God.
God help me.
Get Howard cleaned up.
Don't let them go till it's done.
Wait, where the **** are you going?
Home.
What do you mean, home?
I got to see them.
[phone ringing]
[sighs]
What do you want, Reece?
I never meant for you to get hurt.
That was never my intent.
I don't get the impression you do anything unless you want to.
There are aspects of the war that are not pretty.
Yeah, but you're not at war.
You're at home. There's a difference.
Not anymore.
[distant sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
[Mac] Thanks, Lieutenant.
We'll let you know if we have anything more.
Coronado PD is coordinating with SD
to get more units on the island.
- Anything on the admiral? - Shipping logs.
Test results. All processed through the normal channels,
even made copies.
Why would Pillar hand over hard evidence
that he ran secret drug trials on his own SEALs?
The **** is this?
[Ramsay] Tony, a word?
Take a seat.
I'm good.
Who are you, and how exactly are you ****ing me?
Bijan Azad, DCIS.
Give us a second.
[clears throat]
- [door closes] - You're getting put on ice.
Excuse me?
Your team will be assigned back to their respective departments.
The FBI investigates malfeasance
at the Pentagon, not the other way around.
That's correct. And frankly, Agent Layun,
I have no personal interest pulling you off this case.
From what I hear, you run a good shop.
- You overstepped. - Overstepped?
This admiral ran illegal experiments on his own men.
It wasn't illegal, not technically.
You're talking about this?
Pillar had an Emergency Use Authorization
approving the experiment.
The experiment wasn't a crime,
but we believe there was a cover-up.
I'll give you two the office.
[Ramsay clears throat]
[grunts]
[Ramsay] You turn over everything you have on Pillar
and his officers to DCIS.
Then you're going on leave.
Reece is still out there.
A short leave.
No one's looking to break your back on this.
Washington called L.A.
They're sending their FTF down to officially take over.
Case should've been theirs from the get-go.
[typing]
[sighs]
[Tony] Why do you want this so bad?
- What? - This story.
You trying to make a name for yourself,
or you think it'll actually make a difference?
I can't have ambition and believe in what I do?
If you had to choose.
When I was four,
my dad decided he was gonna break from the CCP,
go against the Xiaoping regime.
So, he sent me, my mom, and my brother to the States.
I never saw him again.
By the time I was six, I had lost my home,
my language, even my name,
all because my dad believed in taking a stand.
So, yeah,
I'd like to believe the truth matters.
Especially when it's David versus Goliath.
And which one is Reece?
David or Goliath?
I'm still working that out.
A funny thing happened today.
We found out the Pentagon
authorized RD4895.
Even stranger, there's one stakeholder
that FinCEN can't unmask.
One more person working with Horn.
The Pentagon.
That's your Goliath.
Got to go. My team's been pulled off the case.
What about me?
[sighs] Finish your story, Ms. Buranek.
Get it out as soon as possible.
Go home. I'll watch the house until L.A. shows up.
[engine starts]
[sighs]
[phone vibrates]
- Hello? - [Katie] Hey, Jord, it's me.
I have the Reece story.
Yeah, I heard. The Atlantic, huh?
So, you're calling to rub it in or what?
No. It's big, Jordan. I have an E.U.A.
signed by Secretary of Defense Lorraine Hartley. She ordered
a covert experiment that gave Reece and his men tumors.
Jesus.
Yeah. What's more, I can prove that the cover-up
was bought and paid for by Steve Horn
to protect his investment.
W-Wait, the SecDef took a cut?
Well, there's one shareholder the FBI couldn't unmask,
and given Hartley's involvement,
I think readers will come to the same conclusion I did,
or at least
force her to answer for what she's done.
You always say that VoltStreem's biggest advantage is immediacy.
How soon can you publish?
[sighs] Send it to me.
If it's all there, I can get it up within the hour.
Deal.
[typing]
[sighs]
[Lauren] I know it's your favorite, but I think I found
my new nightshirt.
What do you think?
I think I made at least one very good decision in my life.
Are you sure?
- From that kiss just now? - [laughs]
What do you mean you're pregnant?
I'm pregnant.
So, you're gonna have to come home.
Are you sure?
Well, like 75, 80% sure.
Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, I miss you.
You're gonna be a great mom.
What do you think about Matthew for a boy?
Matthew?
Huh.
I kind of like the name Gunner.
Gunner?
- What about a girl? - Gage.
- Gage for a girl? - Yeah.
What about Lucy?
I like that. Lucy.
[Lauren] James.
Lauren?
[Lauren] James.
They've been calling the families all night.
What happened?
Talk to me.
[Lucy] Daddy?
Come on.
You want to come see?
[Lauren] You know, the only thing they told me
is that you had a concussion
and that you have to lay low.
[Lucy] Come on.
[distant gunfire, explosions]
[Lauren] I love you.
[men shouting in distance]
[men screaming]
♪ ♪
- Donny, no! - [explosion]
[high-pitched ringing]
[Lucy] Daddy? Daddy?
[Lauren] Is everything okay?
Hey! Get in the ****ing fight! Wake up!
[Lauren] You said you were done
three tours ago.
Three ****ing tours ago.
I can't have this conversation right now.
What am I supposed to tell Lucy?
- What do you want me to say? - Tell her the truth.
I'm over there fighting for her. I'm over there fighting for you.
We both know that that's bullshit.
When you're over there, you're fighting for you.
Lauren, come back.
"There couldn't have been a lovelier sight,
but there was none to see it,
except a little boy who was staring in at the window.
He had had ecstasies innumerable
that other children can never know,
but he was looking through the window
at the one joy from which he must be forever barred.
Chapter 17: When Wendy Grew Up."
[door opens]
Daddy, I won. I won the spelling bee!
Take your boots off, Lucy.
What did I tell you? Practice makes perfect.
- [giggles] - Great job.
Oh, and you got a trophy.
The last word was "disappear."
The other girl didn't know that there were two Ps,
- but I did. - Of course you did.
[water running]
Disappear.
D...
I...
S...
A...
Come on, kiddo. We got to go.
P... P...
E...
A...
[baby crying]
[Lauren shushing]
Hey.
She's almost out.
[high-pitched ringing]
[watch beeping]
[phone vibrates]
♪ ♪
[helicopter passing overhead]
[Pillar] No. Team 3 ships tomorrow.
I intend to see them off.
[clears throat]
Give us the room.
Yeah. I'll tell you when we're through.
I've been calling you for hours. You have no idea
the torrential shit storm that rolled in today?
I have some sense of it, sir.
[Pillar grunts]
Hartley tried to feed us to the wolves,
but I played the cards you gave me.
[ticking]
What else you got? We're gonna need something.
Who knows what game this woman's playing.
What is it?
[ticking]
- [phone vibrates] - Oh.
It's for you, sir.
Yes?
[Reece] Admiral Pillar.
You have spent your entire career safe,
hidden behind walls,
sending other men to fight for you.
I realized today
that my daughter saw more combat than you.
[sighs]
And I thought I ought to correct that.
[Pillar] You-you think you're something, son?
You think you're special?
You aren't shit.
You are a wisp of smoke
blowing down the jet stream.
[Reece] Is that right?
There are 700 ball bearings
in a claymore mine.
If you have two of those mines pointed at your face,
that is 1,400 ball bearings.
1,400.
100 for each of the SEALs
that you murdered.
What the hell are you talking about?
[crying]
I-I-I didn't have a choice, sir.
[breathing heavily]
Reece.
Commander!
Do not do this.
You hear me?
You need to stand...
This goes way beyond WARCOM, you know that, right?
Now, I'll tell you who else is involved,
but if I die...
if I die...
...you won't know.
[Reece] Well, let's just assume
for conversation's sake, Admiral,
that I already do.
- [whimpers] - [phone vibrates]
[explosion]
[people groaning, coughing]
- [alarm blaring] - WOMAN: Oh, my God!
[panicked shouting]
[dispatcher 1] Anyone have eyes on that?
[dispatcher 2] Word of an explosion
at northwest corner of N.A.B.
WARCOM just went up, top floor.
[man on radio] Lock it down. One at a time. One at a time.
- [man on P.A.] This is not a drill... - [man] Go, go!
Move them out of here! Get them back!
[man on P.A.] Base is on lockdown
due to an unidentified explosive attack.
- [man] We need medical! - Nonessential personnel,
remain near our entry-controlled checkpoint.
[Tony] Is Reece on base?
Do we have visual confirmation?
[officer] It's the admiral's office.
Some kind of bomb.
Could be remote detonation.
[alarm blaring in distance]
♪ ♪
Reece!
[grunting]
No, no. Hey! Hey!
Wait!
I know what happened to you. I know what happened to you.
- What they did to you. - You shouldn't be here.
Why they killed your family.
Wait! I have evidence from Horn.
And Pillar.
We have them, Reece.
It's time you let justice take it from here.
[panting]
I am justice.
I can't...
I can't let you keep doing this.
[grunts]
[body thuds]
- [sirens wailing] - [handcuffs clicking]
[grunting]
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Stay off my list.
[sirens approaching]
[sighs]
[phone vibrates]
- Yeah? - [Katie] Jordan, what's going on?
It's been an hour.
Well, you tell me. I've been waiting.
What do you mean "waiting"?
Okay, here's how the Internet works, all right?
You actually have to send me something
for me to publish it, okay?
I did send it.
Um...
No, you didn't.
Jordan, I got to go.
No, Katie. Don't do this to me again for...
- [line clicks] - ****'s sake.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
I read your story, Ms. Buranek. It's a hell of a piece.
Unfortunately, it's wrong.
Oh, if you want to leave and walk away,
we won't follow,
but you are too good a journalist
to go to press with half a story.
If you want the truth...
...the whole truth,
I'm open to granting an interview.
If you're interested.
♪ ♪