 a good business deal for both of us. We both took cancer. George, I don't... I want half of what you inherit, the insurance and such, for my silence and my lies and my general health. I'm not in love with you, Edith. I never was. I needed the money. There's someone else? Yes. There always was? Even while... Yes, yes. Don't you want to blackmail half of my money to finance you and someone else?