 Who called you? There was no police call. Allez! Take the knife from this man. Knife? The one in your hand, Mr. Jordan. You need not feign surprise. You do not deceive me. Getting ideas already, Greco? Hand over the knife. Take it. I don't use knives. Indeed. However, it was in your hand, stained with the blood of the sacred Moes and lying dead by your side. Look, don't you know a plant when you see one? Shut up!