 What do you want? I'm Randy Stone, Mrs. Coran. I don't know you. Please, get out of here. Oh, you called me earlier this evening at the Chicago Star, remember? Oh, you're mistaken. Mrs. Coran, you warned me that a bomb would explode in a Denver-bound plane. Well, it did. What plane? I don't know what you're talking about. Well, let's face it. You're not very good at this sort of thing, Mrs. Coran. You gave yourself away half a dozen times. First, you made your phone call from a bus depot.