Baltimore P.D.
Come out, Stansbury. We got a warrant.
We know you're here, Scottie.
Why don't you come on out?
Make this easier.
Hold on, please.
If you take me in...
...if my parole officer finds out I've been using....
What's going on?
I'm sorry, Scottie.
McGinnis.
What the hell happened?
I just--
He drew. He fired.
Is he--?
He's dead.
You came in. What--?
You had no choice.
You had to fire, right?
He had a gun.
Yeah, I had to fire.
McGinnis.
Hey. Can you hear me?
Yes.
Chief, look, I got nothing to hide. I'll waive my Garrity Rights.
-I was following protocol. -And I'm sure IA will confirm that...
...but right now I want you to go home and call a lawyer.
You need a lawyer.
You sure nobody followed you?
Password to the account. Funds are now available.
I didn't think it'd be this bad.
You're alive, Officer McGinnis...
...which is more than we can say for Scottie Stansbury.
You've done your job.
Now let me do mine.
What's up, buttercup?
You finally change your mind, decide to join me and Gary in the hot tub?
Yeah. Tonight? Maybe.
Is it the scab on his leg?
Oh, no, no, no. Gary's...
...Gary. I'm just distracted. I locked myself out of my room.
I don't wanna go to the lobby. I was hoping I could use your phone.
Oh, yes, of course, silly. Get in here.
You coming to social hour tonight?
Gonna bring Daddy's favorite little pickle bites.
Piper, I have no idea what that means.
I spread cream cheese on a slice of dried beef...
...wrap it up real good around a dill, put a toothpick in him.
Real good.
Dariush. It's Bruno.
I'm sorry.
I-- I somehow locked myself out of my room, and I was hoping--
Right. No. Oh, no, that's fine.
That would be great. Wait. I found it.
No, never mind. I-- Yeah, right here, in my pocket of all places.
Okay. I'm sorry. Thank you.
I'll tell Gary we'll hot tub at 8.
Don't forget the pickle bites.
Dembe.
Yeah.
Did you get a plate number?
Okay.
Who is this guy? What medical expert agrees...
-...to covertly identify human remains? -I'm sorry.
I didn't realize he needed a résumé and a urine sample to get the job.
You asked me for help, I'm getting you help...
-...and breaking the law in the process. -Yeah, for Liz.
Right. For Liz.
That worked out well last time.
He's your friend of yours, this Pete?
He has access to the kinds of medical equipment you need.
That guy?
Did he even go to medical school?
He was the smartest kid at Harvard during my residency.
Then he sort of dropped out.
Today, he's plugged into some kind of network of criminal drug activities.
You two should get along swimmingly.
What up, Nikky?
You got gray as grandma. And you must be--
-Tom. -Cool fake name. You a cop?
-All right. Forget it. -This isn't a joke, Pete.
-I don't know your friend. -This was a mistake.
I never should've come to you. in the first place.
Shut the hell up, both of you.
He is not a cop, and you are the smartest guy I've ever met.
Destroyed me in boards, so I know you're smart enough to run this DNA test...
...take the money you clearly need, and keep your mouth shut.
Look, those remains, if they're damaged like you say...
...exposed to air, natural elements, then pulling DNA might be difficult.
I can do it, maybe, but it's gonna take time.
Then I guess you should stop talking and get to work.
Dembe told me you moved out of your hotel.
Sadly, my time at the Terrace Vista has run out.
So, what, you're apartment hunting?
Yes.
While you go on a hunt for some dirty cops.
I believe the unfortunate incident with Officer McGinnis...
...was far more than the stuff of headlines.
I believe it was premeditated murder.
It says here the victim shot first.
I still have a few friends among the men in blue.
They're whispering that the scene was staged...
...by a well-compensated mercenary.
McGinnis, a paid-for killer?
But according to this article, he has a clean record.
The perfect alibi.
An officer well-respected by his peers...
...paid by your government to carry a weapon...
...to protect and serve the citizenry...
...but I'm telling you, Officer McGinnis is a killer...
...and he's not the only one.
Killer cops for hire?
Who's hiring them?
Whoever it is, this isn't the first police shooting they're responsible for...
...and unless you find him, it won't be the last.
Andrew McGinnis. He's a rookie officer without a blemish on his record.
The victim was Scott Stansbury...
...who's spent 20 years bouncing between prison cells...
-...parole hearings and rehab. -What about the pistol?
-The one Reddington said was planted? -It was registered to another owner...
...who reported it stolen three weeks ago.
Stansbury was never a suspect.
There's an internal investigation. Why not let it play out?
IA could spend months filing those reports.
-More people could die by then. -Look...
...I know it's not politically correct to say this, but cops don't kill people.
-They protect them. -Most of them do.
But ones who let anger, emotion, prejudice and carelessness affect their behavior...
-...are every good cop's worst nightmare. -Keen, talk to McGinnis.
See if something feels off. Ressler, visit the partner.
I wanna get to the bottom of this.
You kicked the door down even though you got no response?
No, ma'am. We went in because we had a warrant.
The guy violated parole.
-And when you got inside? -Nothing. It was quiet.
Noise on the TV, I guess.
We split up.
-Parker went one way. I went the other. -That's where you saw him?
Right. He was dumping evidence, dope, probably, down the drain.
He saw me, pulled a gun....
-And next thing I hear, four shots. -He fired first, two shots, so I returned.
-But his shots both missed. -Luckiest rookie son of a bitch I ever seen.
Which shot hit him?
Which shot?
He was hit once. You said you fired twice.
I assume you remember which missed and which didn't.
He's dirty.
Why do you say that?
Said he shot twice, and the second shot hit him.
Well, that's odd.
It's the second that goes high off the kick of the first.
Like I said...
...he's dirty.
Did you miss me, sweetheart?
Oh, that's nice.
So nice.
I missed you too.
Word to the not-so-wise:
When you come for someone...
...don't show up in a rental car under your own name with a local address.
You never delivered the guns.
Two months, Rivera's fighting BLO without them.
Well, he won't get them if I'm dead.
By the by, what's with the boots? You guys do a lot of riding?
Our brothers are dying.
Because of you, they cannot defend themselves.
How many has Rivera sent for me?
Enough to get the job done.
Tell him that won't be necessary.
He'll have his guns within 36 hours.
A shipment of guns?
You have no guns.
Or money to buy them.
Or a plane to deliver them in.
This is impossible.
No, Dembe. That periodontist from Tarkio?
She was impossible. This is simply improbable.
I wanna make my clients' position clear:
Their son was unarmed when he was shot.
-Tell that to the cop that he shot at. -That cop murdered our son.
If that's what our investigation determines...
...that officer may well go to prison.
I'm sorry, Miss Thrall, but there's something I need to say.
We discussed this.
This was our fault.
What was?
All of it.
When Scottie was a little boy, we didn't have money.
We moved to this dump of a place. We didn't know about the lead paint.
-It made him so sick. -The Stansburys lived in public housing.
The lead paint in their unit left Scott cognitively impaired.
We sued and were awarded a structured settlement...
...worth a little under half a million dollars.
-Structured settlement? -Yes. The money was supposed to be...
...dispersed over decades.
Like a paycheck every month for Scott.
But then Waterday showed up...
...waving a $100,000 in front of Scottie.
-They offered a lump sum. -Yeah, 20 cents on the dollar.
Of course, he didn't see that.
He just saw a check for more money than he ever dreamed of.
There ain't no way that my boy shot at that officer.
But for him to even be in a position where that is a question?
No. I blame Waterday for that.
I gotta go make a phone call.
Waterday.
Tell me more about them.
-Took you long enough. -I'm not your errand boy.
No. You're my indentured servant...
...and will be until you repay the debt you owe...
...for hiding your little mishap with the national security advisor's skull.
You got no play. You can't sell me out without implicating yourself.
That's true. Maybe I'm not willing to do that.
Or maybe I'm bluffing.
Are you gonna call my bluff, Agent Ressler?
Or are you gonna go fetch me that car before the cops process it?
Text me the license and registration.
Hey.
What's going on?
Look, a friend of mine...
...he did something.
Instead of coming clean, he's just digging himself a deeper hole.
And he needs you to dig himself out?
Something like that.
-Okay. Go. I got this. -Thanks, Keen.
Eighty-three?
Number 83?
Let's go, lamb chop. You're not getting any younger.
I think this is the first time you've made it a priority to see me...
...and I appreciate that.
Thank you, Glen.
Truth is, you looked sort of...
...blue sitting out there all alone in that stew of humanity.
-Made my heart squeeze. -Your heart?
I like poking you and watching you bristle...
...but after all you've been through...
...it don't feel right.
The thrill is gone.
It's been unpredictable.
How are the mighty fallen in the midst of battle.
I knew you would show up sooner or later, hat in hand...
...begging for help from old Jellybean.
What do you need?
A million dollars.
Are you dicking with me?
I'm a government employee. I make 44 grand a year.
Of which you don't spend a cent. You live with your mother...
...and I'm confident you've amassed quite a nice nest egg...
...from all your various extracurricular activities.
Go ahead. Kiss the ring, sport.
I'm gonna need to hear the details.
I need a million cash. Not to keep, to borrow. For two days.
Glen, please.
This is important.
Hey.
Who loves you, baby?
Waterday buys a ton of structured settlements...
...mostly from people like Scott Stansbury.
People without the cognitive ability to know they're duped.
The lump sum Waterday offers may be unseemly. It isn't a crime.
Other companies do this.
Reddington said someone is paying cops to commit murder.
Does the financial settlement support that theory?
Well, maybe, or maybe it's just a really odd coincidence...
...but Waterday doesn't just buy structured settlements.
They also make loans, and some of the loans they make are to cops.
And just last month, one of the cops who had gotten a loan is Officer McGinnis.
The same cop who shot Scott Stansbury.
The same company that bought the victim's settlement...
-...loaned to the cop who shot him? -That cannot be a coincidence.
Of course it's a coincidence.
Look, we're a nationwide company.
We made over 1400 home loans in the past fiscal year, 174 of them to cops.
And so this was bound to happen. Is that what you're saying, Mr. Johnson?
What we do matters to the officers who are looking to buy a home...
...and to the victims, like Scottie Stansbury who...
...thanks to us, don't have to wait for this money to slowly drip in.
With the lump sum that we offer, they can pay for college, start a business.
We're gonna need documents pertaining to your structured settlements...
...and loans you made to members of the Baltimore Police Department.
Do you have a warrant?
We can get one if you insist.
-I do insist, and you won't get one. -And why is that?
You'll need to convince a judge what you think is going on here.
Which is as obvious as it is offensive:
a payoff to a cop to get him to commit murder.
Is that what it was?
Okay.
See, the structured settlements we buy only pay out as long as the victim is alive.
Now, we paid Mr. Stansbury $100,000 for his settlement.
At the time of his death, we had recouped $62,000.
So sure, someone may have wanted him dead...
...but not us.
His death cost us a fortune.
Jennifer, of course you're conflicted.
I mean, it's just-- My sister is sick, but this really crosses a line.
No, it isn't only about money...
...or paying for an operation...
...or even saving your sister's life.
It's also about the victim.
His name is Robert Urwiller, and he's suffering.
Robert is cognitively impaired...
...and no settlement amount will ever make him whole.
His pain aside, look at his record.
The assaults.
The prison time.
Jennifer, when I vet these candidates...
...I carefully consider everyone involved.
Statistics show it's unlikely Robert will even ever make his 45th birthday.
But you can let him go.
You can end his suffering...
...and save your sister's life in the process.
You busted me out to help you strategize, and I'm telling you...
...we need a covert landing strip where these boys can belly down a Gulfstream.
That means a minimum of 500 meters...
...of well-camouflaged pavement that ain't monitored by radar or FAA.
He doesn't have the capital for a covert runway.
-Was I talking to you, gumdrop? -Smokey, please.
Raymond, you're broke.
Now, I can promise you that this moron will run his mouth...
...with hare-brained ideas as long as there's air in the room...
...but none of those ideas are gonna float if you can't pay for them.
And as your financial planner...
...I have a fiduciary obligation to point out that--
Oh, so the racketeer who cut a deal with the feds for embezzling...
...has a "fiduciary obligation"?
You button your lip and figure out where to park the plane.
-Oh, I got a place. -Is that fact? Where?
-You bend over and I'll show you. -Hey, hey, hey.
Listen, you two need to find a covert runway.
I don't care if you have to build it yourselves.
Just find it and try not to kill each other in the process.
Tom, right on cue.
Liz said you wanted to see me?
Yes, about a certain business venture I'm pursuing.
I think you'd fit right in.
AUSA agreed we don't have enough to get a warrant.
Yeah, a cop who had gotten a loan from Waterday shot a man...
...who got his settlement bought by them.
And they lost money on the deal. Plus, we only have one example...
...but granted, that seems like one more than anyone would need.
But since it wasn't, we reviewed the class-action lawsuit...
...that Stansbury was a part of.
Now, out of 179 plaintiffs...
...four sold their settlements to Waterday.
Stansbury and these three.
My God.
Two were shot by police after high-speed chases.
The other charged an officer with a knife.
Suicide by cop.
And the cops, they all got loans from Waterday?
Loans that, as far as we can tell, they've never paid back.
We don't know why, but Waterday appears to be financing assassinations.
Get this to AUSA. Have them pull search and arrest warrants.
And find Ressler. We need all hands on deck.
-FBI. Step away from your desks. -Who's in charge of cybersecurity?
I am. Mr. Johnson's secretary.
Where's your boss?
It's your office.
Rhona knows not to call me unless it's an emergency.
Hey, what's up?
And they showed you a warrant?
And what did they take?
You know what? Forget it. I'm on my way in.
The FBI just raided the office.
Did you hear what I said? The feds know.
They're pulling the files, Rebecca. What--?
Rebecca, come on. Let me up. We're in trouble.
"We"?
They're pulling your files from your office.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Come on. What are you--? Rebecca.
Rebecca. Hey.
Hey.
Raymond Reddington.
They said that you were out of the game. Taken down by an old lady, no less.
Yes, and to think I've always had such good fortune with older women.
Who's the boy?
Levi Edwards, my munitions man. He'll be inspecting the merchandise.
Why should I make a deal with you?
Until today, you dismissed me as a thick-necked sea lion.
I believe I said "walrus." I don't remember. I was drunk at the time.
We're here for some guns: .50 caliber, G3s, as discussed.
-You brought money as discussed? -Money won't be a problem.
Money's always a problem.
I hear it may be your biggest problem.
Adika, I didn't come here to waste my time or watch you eat.
You've been trying to get me to kiss you into the business for years.
I'm here at your table to do just that, so put down the fork--
Where's the money?
I said it won't be a problem.
This doesn't feel right.
You don't feel right.
On the contrary. I've never felt better.
Now put away the gun before you do something you'll regret.
This feels like a setup, no?
Okay, okay, I'm here.
I know I'm late. Traffic was a bitch.
Easy. I'm ticklish.
Who the hell is this?
Geynor Collins, TG&L Lending.
I'm the money man.
The one who makes the magic happen.
What are you eating? Smells like duck.
A million reasons for you to have faith in my financial fortitude.
We'll need the merchandise delivered by the end of day.
Leave the money.
I will make some calls.
Forgive the overt mistrust, but I'm not going to hand you a penny...
...until Mr. Edwards has had a chance to inspect the shipment.
No deal, then.
I need collateral.
Then take Edwards.
If there's a bump in the road, do with him as you wish.
Now get your merchandise in order.
I'll call you with a rendezvous site shortly.
We can make this work.
I'll take your word for it.
Take him.
Really?
Yes, I'm on my way. Forty-five minutes tops.
Smokey, Buhari's plane is supposed to land here in four hours.
If I were throwing a picnic, it'd be lovely, but there are trees.
The runway will be ready.
Tell that wizard the McClintock boys are here.
Where is he? We need the shovels and chainsaws.
Shovels and chainsaws.
Tell her to button her lip. I got shovels and chainsaws.
Smokey, if this doesn't work--
Mr. Reddington, I need you to trust me on this.
We're going to belly that gun-runner's plane in that field, so help me God.
I just need 45 minutes to get Leroy and Quackers there.
We'll jive then, my friend.
Who the hell are Leroy and Quackers?
Based on the insurance records...
...I think maybe I figured out who the next target is.
Insurance records?
Waterday's in the insurance business?
Oh, no, but they take out a ton of it.
Life insurance policies on the people whose settlements they buy.
Johnson said the company paid Stansbury $100,000...
...but they had only received $62,000...
...when Stansbury died and the payments stopped.
True. Waterday lost a few thousand on the settlement...
...but they took out a $5 million policy on Stansbury's life.
So when he died, they made a fortune.
Let me guess: they had policies on the other victims too.
-Isn't that a little obvious? -Yes and no.
First, Waterday had policies on all of the people whose settlements they bought.
Not just the victims, and second, the victims.
It looks like they pick ones who are living on quote unquote...
..."borrowed time." Cancer victims. Addicts.
People whose illnesses may explain the type of erratic behavior...
...that could result in a deadly altercation with the police.
And the next target, you said you might know who that is?
Yes. Based on the three knowns: the recipient of a structured settlement...
...a pre-existing medical condition, and a large insurance policy on their life.
I found one name in the Waterday database: Robert Urwiller.
Let me get two of them scratchers.
Might be my lucky day.
Let's get that last maple to the south pulled.
That oak too.
Mikey and John, run a string line and mow me some threshold markings.
Humberto, check our compaction in the touchdown zone. Chip-chop.
Chip-chop-chip, folks. Showtime in 20.
My land. They don't make men like that anymore, do they?
Thank the Lord.
That's it, huh?
-Yep. -Was it brought in like that?
No idea. Sign here.
Thanks.
-Ressler. -Whatever you're doing has to wait.
Sir, the situation's been handled.
Good, because we got a location on the Blacklister's next target.
Ressler.
Ressler, you there?
I'm on my way.
Smokey, you were born a century too late.
You're a miracle worker.
Heddie, I can't thank you enough for keeping us on budget.
Oh, you had no budget.
Well, there you are.
It's him.
This ought to be interesting.
Agent Keen, I've got Urwiller's car heading east on Irving Street.
-Do you have a vehicle description? -Look for a 1994 tan Toyota Tercel...
-...which made a left on Georgia. -You can't get his cell?
I've tried at least a dozen times. I'm trying again now.
Mr. Cooper, I spoke with Agent Ressler...
...and gave him Keen's 10-20. He's en route as we speak.
-And Urwiller? You make contact? -Not yet, but we're still trying.
On my damn cell phone. Sorry.
License and registration, please.
I'm sorry--
License and registration.
Aram, we have eyes. There's a unit on scene now.
-Notify Annapolis Police. Get cars there. -Copy that.
What are you doing?
FBI.
Drop your weapon.
Put the gun down. I'm not gonna warn you again.
Adika, how was your flight in?
Bumpy as hell. Are you trying to kill us all?
Well, I picked the site for its magnificent views.
-Levi, you look well. -Any chance we could untie me?
Adika, I appreciate the good faith...
...and if your merchandise is as good as I hear...
...there's no end to what you and I could--
What is it?
You hear that? There it is again.
I don't hear anything.
A piping plover.
Their breeding grounds are along coastal beaches and alkali marshes...
...so to hear that bell-like call from shorebird this far inland....
My gosh. Poor little fella must be lost.
You want to talk birds or guns?
Impressive.
Not if you're a lonely little plover.
The other five crates are in the jet. .50 caliber and 3Gs, as discussed.
Dembe, if you could please grab Mr. Buhari's payment.
Levi, you look fit.
You can help me load the merchandise.
Adika, what the hell have you done?
ATF.
-ATF. Get on the ground. -Hands.
I said hands.
Get on the ground.
Nice work, chief.
Nice ride.
Guy I was helping out. It belongs to him.
Okay. Why you driving it?
Turns out he killed a guy. Stuck him in the trunk.
I'm dumping the body for him.
Officer Serry won't talk.
Aram told me that the Waterday CEO is dead...
...but likely he had an accomplice.
Who for all we know is soliciting more cops.
If we could get to Serry, we might be able put an end to this.
-Mind if I take a run at her? -Why not?
One crooked cop to the next.
Maybe you can bond over the body in your trunk.
There's a body in the trunk?
Hurry up before it gets ripe.
I told her I wanted a lawyer. I'm not answering any questions.
A Mongolian peasant...
...gets brought into an office where an important man offers him...
...a million dollars on one condition:
that he press the red button on his desk.
He tells the poor man that if he presses the button...
...an old man in Mongolia drops dead.
He won't tell him why, only that his death is good for the people.
So...
...he pushes the button, takes the money and goes home.
But he's haunted by what he did.
He can't spend any of the money, and eventually, he commits suicide.
A man recently told me that story.
Said we all have a Mongolian peasant in our lives:
something we've done that we're ashamed of...
...and that the minute someone finds out what that is...
...he can make you do anything, say anything, confess to anything...
...either to cover it up...
...or to atone.
She said the target was sick.
"She."
-Your contact was a woman? -That he didn't have long to live.
That if I did it, I'd have money to care of my sister.
So I pushed the red button.
Do you have a name? Some way to contact her?
-Yes? -I didn't do it.
We had an agreement.
I know. I just....
-I couldn't. -Couldn't or wouldn't?
You know what?
There's still time.
I'm just not comfortable talking on the phone.
Can we meet somewhere?
You wanna meet?
Okay.
Where?
You know, I told Liz that I didn't wanna do this, that I wanted no part of it...
...but she insisted that we work things out.
Women.
And now we're going to prison.
I am going away to prison because of you.
The only saving grace is you'll be even further away...
...buried in the hold of a ship in the Indian Ocean.
Liz will finally be rid of you.
And here I was thinking she had finally made peace with me.
She had...
...because she's kind and decent, and she sees the best in people.
Even when she's being lied to.
You're certainly living proof of that.
I'm an open book compared to you.
You swear you never lie to her, but I know better.
-Do you, now? -Yeah.
I do.
It's her.
SWAT commander, target is on site. We move on my go.
Bulletproof glass.
Good to see you again, Miss Thrall.
If you're gonna lock me up with someone...
...perhaps it could be a redhead with a nice smile...
...and friendly demeanor.
-Who the hell's this guy? -Sorry it took so long.
Once I knew Humberto had your African friend and his chums in transpo...
...I stopped for some Bengay ointment. Think I overdid it with my back.
-I use Epsom salt baths. -These guys work for you?
I thought that I was going to jail. I was never gonna see my family again.
You're telling me this whole thing was about getting guns?
Not just guns.
A man needs to travel, and when traveling...
-...I like to stretch. -Buhari could've killed me...
-...if this had gone wrong. -If I wanted to get rid of you...
...I'd put the bullet in your head myself. However, you're important to Elizabeth...
...so like it or not, you're important to me.
There's a piping plover out here somewhere.
Have either of you heard it?
I understand you stumbled your way into a new jet.
Yes. I can't wait to get airborne.
This is the longest I've been grounded in some time.
But not to worry, Harold. It's a two-for-one special this week:
You not only get Miss Rebecca Thrall...
...you also get that despicable African gun-runner...
...your agency's been hunting for years.
I need you to arrange for him to be taken into FBI custody...
-...directly from my people. -You still have people?
I make friends easily.
And this gun-runner, Buhari.
Did he happen to have any guns?
Not this time.
But we mustn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
I know he can be terrible sometimes, but come on, elephants?
That sounds, at least, amusing.
Yeah, for him, maybe. I was taken hostage.
He could've gotten me killed. I cannot believe you're related to him...
-...because he's a nutjob. -Nutjob or not, he is my father.
And I appreciate you offering to help him. It means the world to me.
-Yeah. -Thanks.
Okay, they need me.
-I'll see you in a bit. -Okay.
Nik.
McGee just called.
Said he was able to extract DNA from a tooth.
Oh, that's great Nik.
Thank you.
Look, just...
...let me know the minute you know more.
You know, Donald, before I turned myself in to the FBI...
...I held people like you in extremely low regard.
Right back at you.
But I've found your determination to do the right thing...
...your genuine commitment to the thin blue line...
...that separates order and innocence from the likes of me...
...to be quite admirable.
Why are you telling me this?
I want you to know you can count on me...
...if you ever find yourself in as difficult a position...
...as Officer McGinnis has put himself in.
Never gonna happen.
Nevertheless, my offer stands...
...for the day I hope will never come.
Who was he?
Who was who?
All you did was get a car out of impound.
And you'll be getting your next assignment real soon.
She's a nice plane, Raymond.
No fuel and no pilot, but a plane of our own.
I like it out here.
It's peaceful.
I'm telling you, the mosquitos out here are the size of birds.
Glen, you came for your money, which has been returned in full...
...and while I'm deeply grateful for what you've done...
...you're perfectly welcome to go.
No, I know what it's like to feel alone, partner.
Dembe?
-Want another dog? -No, thank you.
Well, I don't mind if I do.
Excuse me.
That's right. Mosquitos or not...
...I'm afraid we'll be sleeping with the door to the jet open tonight, boys.