(traffic rumbling) (door latch clicks) - [Niels] (sighs) Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
- Are you okay?
- Uh, yeah, sorry, I'm tired, that's all.
I promised Edward Stratton we would collect him on our way.
- I know I'm here unofficially, and the help you're offering Mr.
Stratton is your business, but-- - You're concerned about bringing him along?
- Well, everything thing that's happened to him, the stress he's under, I mean, he could be a liability.
- True, but I'd rather have him beside me than on his own, doing God knows what.
- He's a desperate man, that's all I'm saying.
And desperate men are unpredictable.
- Yeah, so they are.
(engine rumbling) - [Niels] So where does the tulip farmer live?
(somber music)
