well, a nice lady remembers a house in abingdon. so i proceed in an orderly fashion to abingdon, (cell phone ringing) but no granny-- that's yours. yeah, lewis. say that again. samantha: are you looking for me? samantha wheeler. vernon oxe. (gasps) aha! well, let's get this kettle on, shall we? i can think of nothing more agreeable. unless it be martinis at the randolph? seems like a nice place. samantha: you must tell me why i have the pleasure of meeting you, after years, it must be, of corresponding by check. this commission's rather special. it concerns the addiction. again? that seems a bit odd. i mean, i gave you my all for best of. specifically esmé ford. aren't you better placed? i just manage the product, dr. wheeler. i thought at the time that it might be prudent not to acquaint myself too intimately with the ingredients. people were dying, going to prison. my private life was quite exciting enough without all of that. esmé's life is extremely well documented. your eye for the telling detail, doctor renders your sleeve not