 I'm here, too, you know. Quiet. What do you think, Mr. Gaines? Well, to me, it's a matter of no importance, one way or the other. As for Mr. Crail, what he wants is absolute proof. And, of course, there's no such thing as proof that is absolute. Do you want me to add it up for you? Yeah, that's exactly what I want you to do for me. Add it up. Thirteen years ago, Mrs. Crail and her small daughter, Magda, boarded a chartered plane in St. Louis to fly across the Ozarks to Hot Springs, Arkansas. They took off.