Sarah.
Sarah?
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.
Okay, hide the porn, here I come.
Hey... Sleeping Beauty.
Hey, AJ.
You have class in, like, 20 minutes.
What time did you get home last night?
6:00 a.m. Still count as last night?
Somebody had a fun evening.
Yeah.
- This your mom's new masterpiece? - Hot off the presses.
"To my biggest fan.
Love, Ellen M. Cooper".
She signed it?
Mm. My mom would sign a toilet brush
if you let her. Not that I'm complaining.
- She's been good lately. - Mm-hmm.
Take an autograph from my own mother every day
of the week if it means she keeps behaving herself.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for my Nirvana T-shirt.
And I'm automatically the prime suspect?
I see how it is.
Accused of theft in my own home.
Okay, it was me.
I'm sorry. Do you want it back?
Not while it still smells like Teen Spirit.
Let's go, Fenway.
Good morning, sunshine.
I had Luis make yours a triple.
You, Corinne Dearborn, are an angel.
And you, Sarah Cooper, are sitting in maple syrup.
Oh, my God.
- Yeah, Grover was just gonna clean it up. - How you doing?
Tired and sore.
Someone I know kept crashing into me in the pit last night.
It's a punk show. You're supposed to go home sore.
I'm not complaining. You can crash into me whenever you want.
Uh, you know you missed a spot, actually.
Make sure you get it all, Grover.
Can't have my bestie walking around with syrup ass.
- Thanks, Grover. - Uh-huh.
- New special. - Wow, Luis.
Italian iced coffee
stabbed with cocktail swords.
The blood is cherry glaze.
I call it the Caesar Freezer. Huh?
What do you think?
I think you should only sell it on the Ides of March,
and the receipt should be in Latin.
- Brilliant as ever. - Thank you.
- Have a good one. - Bye, Luis.
Bye.
You know there are
a dozen more of those mining company cidiots
showing up every day?
Hopefully the town meeting today will finally
tell us what the hell they're doing here.
- It's got to be big. - Hmm?
How do you know?
That's the fifth one of those I've seen this week, so...
unless they're assembling the Transformers,
I think we're in for some serious construction.
Well, maybe it's a good thing, right?
I mean, if whatever Lydon Industries is doing
means that they invest in the town,
then the revenue could pay for local improvements.
And a rising tide lifts all ships.
- Yeah, and a flood drowns everyone. - Sarah.
Oh, so how was last night?
Nothing happened with Grover.
Because you don't want it to?
Because... he's my best friend.
Other than you.
- And I don't want to risk losing that. - Mm-hmm.
Yes, I like Grover,
but I can't be the one to make the first move.
Not after what happened. It's just too soon.
So, for now the ball's in his court.
Well, let's just hope that
pretty soon his balls are in your court.
What?
We still on for lunch?
Yes. Always.
- Same spot? - Yeah.
- Have a good class. - You, too.
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right,
you little monsters, let's get started.
Don't let the goofy hair fool you.
Ethan Allen is an imposing dude.
While the redcoats have been back in England sipping tea,
this guy has been on the frontier fist-fighting bears.
He's basically like colonial Jason Momoa.
So, Ethan and his men take Fort Ticonderoga.
After clearing British outposts here,
our heroes head north to...
Anyone?
Bella, eyes on me. Uh...
Tyler, care to enlighten us?
They went north to Crown Point.
Very good. Except now our militia's being led
by a very dreamy Jon Snow type named Seth Warner.
Seth Warner, who, before the war,
worked as a... Maya?
Oh, I don't think she speaks English.
She hasn't said a word since she showed up in this town.
If only keeping one's mouth shut were a skill
we could teach you, Hunter.
Okay, Seth Warner worked as a surveyor,
and yet he would go on to lead
one of the most successful colonial militias
of the whole revolution.
Just another reminder that ordinary people
can do extraordinary things.
Thank you.
Maya, will you hang out for a sec?
Why didn't you answer my question just now?
You wrote your last essay on Seth Warner.
You probably know more about him than I do.
I know this transition is hard.
Greylock is about as far from L.A. as you can get.
And as far as class goes,
you don't need to dumb yourself down to fit in.
- Just be your normal smart self, okay? - I can do that.
Danny?
What are you doing here?
I could ask you the same question.
Don't tell me you're still living in Greylock.
You work for Lydon Industries?
Why else would I come back?
Thank you. Thank you.
Today's a great day, folks.
Today, our quaint little town
becomes a really big deal.
Now, please join me in welcoming one of Greylock's
own sons to the stage, Danny Cooper.
Your brother?
I'm excited to announce
that a sizable deposit of coltan has been discovered
right here in Greylock.
It's a metallic ore used to make parts for
electronics... uh, capacitors mostly.
Our engineers have spent the past few weeks
mapping the deposit
and have finalized a plan to extract it.
We'll begin with an excavation on the eastern edge of town.
Once those sites are up and running,
we'll start work on a few processing facilities
on Main Street, as well as new housing
to accommodate the influx of workers.
Now, uh, Danny, the project includes upgrades to
local infrastructure, correct?
New roads, new power grid.
New tennis courts for the high school.
I know my daughter will love that last one.
Absolutely.
Improving Greylock is among our highest priorities.
Your success is our success.
- Hi. - Now, we hope to begin immediately...
It looks like most of those buildings sit on private land.
Yes, thank you, Sarah. I was just getting to that.
Our project does require acquisition
of a few private properties,
but anyone displaced by the drilling
will be displaced right into the home of their dreams.
Uh, I built my house with my own two hands, Danny.
I'm already in the home of my dreams.
Well, if you'll just be patient, I'd be more than...
Who are these workers you're talking about?
We don't need a bunch of flatlanders taking over.
- What about tourism? - What about noise from construction?
Is coltan toxic?
- Uh, people, please. - What about our water, our air?
I'm sure Lydon can answer all your concerns.
Of course we can. Of course we can. Uh...
but it's clear this is not the place to do it.
We'll schedule one-on-one meetings
with landowners in the coming weeks.
In the meantime, let me just say thank you
to Mayor Whitmore, and, uh, congratulations.
You all just won the lottery.
Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.
Don't feel like the lottery, though, huh?
Danny. Danny.
Hey.
Danny, what are you doing?
You mean besides my job?
You were gone for years.
No calls, no e-mails, no nothing.
You could have been dead for all we knew.
Now you're back for what? What, what is this,
- some kind of revenge tour? - Revenge tour?
I'm here for work, Sarah.
This has nothing to do with you.
This has everything to do with me.
You can't just appear after all this time
and expect me to act like everything's fine.
And don't even get me started on whatever the hell that was.
Processing facilities on Main Street?
We don't even have stoplights on Main Street.
This land you're talking about...
what if people don't want to sell it to you?
They'll sell, Sarah. They always do.
Everyone's a revolutionary till they count
the zeros on the check.
- Come on, Danny, this is your home, too. - Was.
Was my home, sis.
Now it's just another Podunk town
on a long list of places I'd rather not be.
You're more than welcome to leave.
I will be gone soon enough,
and these people can go back to their worthless little lives
with all their worthless little friends.
How is Mom, by the way?
Oh, don't worry, if it's a fight you want... I'll give you one.
Mom.
Mom?
Oh... geez, Mom.
Hi, honey.
What are you doing here?
I came to tell you about Danny being back in town,
but clearly you've already heard.
The prodigal son returns.
I thought I would have a little celebration.
Yeah, it looks like more than a little.
Well, you say potato and I say potato.
You had ten months sober, Mom.
- So what? - So that's a big deal.
It's important. Not to...
Not to mention the fact that I put in a lot of work
to get you those ten months, Mom.
So, what do you want, a medal?
What I want is to be able to come to your house
and not worry I'm gonna find you face down in your own puke.
If you came here to make me feel bad,
- you can just leave. - No, Mom, I can't.
Hunter, Hunter, stop! Stop!
Hey, come on, Bella.
I mean, do you really want to be the only one
of your friends who's still a virgin?
Do you really want to be the only one
of your friends with a broken nose?
Forget it.
Thought you were cool.
I thought the same thing about you.
Bella.
Bella!
Bitch!
All the times I've had to pick my mother up off the floor.
Think I'd be used to it by now.
You know you don't always got to be the one picking her up.
Who else is gonna do it?
It'd be nice if she could finally learn to do it herself.
Can't teach an old dog new tricks.
? Hard times, everything that makes you feel tired... ?
Okay, I'm all in.
- You're going down. - No chance. I call.
Oh!
Really, after all the crap I've had to deal with today,
you can't just let me have this one?
Nice try, short pants, but I'm not falling
for the damsel-in-distress routine, not when you're up
in this series by, like, 20 games.
? And now it's just a fight for both of us... ?
Um, you missed some...
frosting.
? It's just time ?
Thanks.
? Or it's the wrong time... ?
Yep.
? I can't deal with you... ?
Uh...
I should get back to it.
But, uh, you feel free to...
wallow in defeat.
Oh, big words coming from the guy who's in second place.
The silver medal's gonna look
- great around your neck. - Uh-huh.
Hey.
Do you need a ride?
Uh, thank you, but I'm not gonna get into a car
with a stranger, so...
I'm not a stranger.
I'm in your AP history class.
Tyler.
- Oh, hey. - Hi.
? The currency is murder, you a man of worth? ?
? They say the day is coming ?
? Drumming that you can't reverse ?
? Watch the banner burn before the cannon bursts ?
? Don't chase an illusion... ?
I'm sorry.
I can... find some...
Taylor Swift or...
whatever.
I like A Tribe Called Red.
You don't strike me as much of a fan of Native music.
Well, don't judge a book by its cover.
Seriously, how do you know A Tribe Called Red?
My cousin.
He's an assistant
to a music agent in L.A.
These guys are my favorites... the Six Nations.
Is that what tribe you are?
No, I'm Mandan.
Family is from North Dakota.
That's cool.
? I mean it, I mean ?
? Yasiin and Yassin and the R.E.D.... ?
You know, it's none of my business, but...
it's not exactly normal to find someone wandering
out around here in the woods after dark.
I just... don't really want to talk about it.
So...
? Yasiin and Yassin and the R.E.D.... ?
Hey, I guess I have reception again.
Hey, Dad.
Yeah, on the way.
Okay.
? I mean it, I mean... ?
Whoa, you met Misty Copeland?
You know Misty Copeland?
You don't really strike me as a ballet guy.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Danny.
You presented Lydon's plans yesterday.
You can't start working today.
People have a right to protect their land.
Their land, sure.
The plots we're clearing today are municipal.
Means the mayor is free to sell us the mineral rights.
Fine, but these municipal plots
share a boundary with people's homes.
You're about to wipe out their backyards.
Well, they're more than welcome to move
their backyards someplace else.
Yeah.
Sarah, get out of the way.
- Sarah, move! - Or what?
You gonna run me over in front of all these people?
Lydon Industries is a publicly traded company, right?
How does flattening schoolteachers
usually play with the stockholders?
Let's go!
The tiny New Hampshire town made headlines this weeks.
after it was announced that a billion dollars' worth
of coltan was discovered within its borders.
But it looks like local residents aren't
going down without a fight... "Live Free or Die" indeed.
The dispute is likely to end up in court...
You get enough to eat?
You want some more toast?
I got to go to the library before school starts.
Hey, the pumpkin patch on Jefferson Road
is finally open... I was thinking
we could go this weekend.
You know,
the transition to your new home might be a little easier
if you adjusted your attitude.
This isn't my home. My home's in L.A. with my friends
- and family. - I'm your family, Maya.
No, you're the dude that knocked my mom up
16 years ago,
then remembered he was gay and ran off.
I didn't run off.
Your mother and I decided it was best if we parted ways.
Best for who?
My mom's in jail and that stupid judge sent me here.
The only person who got the life they wanted
is you.
She hates me.
Sit down, sit down.
This is Maya's AP history exam from yesterday.
After she finished, she spent the rest of class
drawing Los Angeles on the back.
She doesn't hate you, Luis.
She's just homesick.
What the hell?
Danny.
I told you, you can't just roll in here and bulldoze our land.
This is not your land. Not anymore.
And you are?
Way less of a pushover than your brother is.
This is Marilyn Hill, she's senior vice president
of our legal group.
This morning, Governor Taggert signed eminent domain paperwork
which gives Greylock's public space
to the state of New Hampshire,
and the state of New Hampshire would like
to resume work right away.
Eminent domain paperwork takes forever.
The only way you could al... oh.
The town meeting was just a show... you're trying to get us
to sign off on something you're gonna do anyway.
Maybe the locals aren't quite as slow as you said they'd be.
Hey, come on, you don't have to talk to us like that.
I don't have to talk to you at all.
We have to stop these bastards.
And I'm not talking about playing chicken with bulldozers.
We need to figure out a way to send Lydon packing for good.
Forget it, Sarah.
They're a billion-dollar corporation and we're...
- Not. - Their sparkling water budget's
probably bigger than our municipal GDP.
- We can't beat them. - Come on, you guys.
We can't just sit here and let them flatten us.
We have to fight back.
Pretty devoted group to stay up
all night working on this with you.
"Some go to priests, others to poetry;
I to my friends".
Justin Bieber?
Virginia Woolf.
New special.
Americano in the middle,
served with Canadian Maple Syrup above
and a Mexican churro below.
- I call it "The NAFTA". - What are these?
Cinnamon sugar for the borders between the countries.
You can sprinkle some into your coffee
or dip the churro into it for extra sweets.
What do you think?
I think you're a genius.
Wait, why am I a genius?
Border disputes!
You guys, I know how we can stop this.
I took a class in college on early American cartography.
Luis reminded me of a weird thing we studied
that I think can help us.
As long as we belong to New Hampshire,
New Hampshire makes the rules, but...
what if we didn't belong to New Hampshire?
Are you suggesting we secede from the Union?
You have to be a part of the Union
before you can secede from it.
We don't qualify.
The first people who lived on this land were the Abenaki.
For hundreds of years they had
a thriving civilization
until a bunch of French and English colonists showed up
and pillaged, plundered, and poached them from their homes.
Those colonists then went on to divide up a continent
that was never theirs to begin with.
Long story short: we have the U.S. and we have Canada.
The border between the U.S. and Canada
was established in 1842
by the Webster-Ashburton Treaty.
Part of that border is set by the Woonsock River,
which flows along the southern edge of town.
But check it out.
When the Canadians mapped the area
in January of 1842,
they drew the river in one place.
When the Americans mapped it
four months later, they drew the river way further south.
Why? Because the river jumped
between the dates that the maps were drawn.
It happens for all kinds of reasons... erosion, floods...
it's pretty common.
Here's the uncommon part.
The treaty says that everything north of the Woonsock
is Canada.
And everything south...
... is America.
The river jumping left a huge chunk
of open land in the middle.
Greylock sits in this land.
Which means that this town was never legally claimed
by either of its national neighbors.
If we declare independence,
we'd gain total control over what happens within our borders,
including who does and does not get to drill on this land.
The way to save our town is to turn it into a country.
Are you insane?
I-I want to stop the drilling as much as the next person,
- but declaring independence... it's... - Insane.
Okay, guys, chill.
I'm not suggesting we actually start a new country.
We just got to make Lydon think we are.
We declare independence using this map loophole,
and the whole thing will get tangled up in court.
Lydon will have to stop drilling,
which will give us time to figure out
how to save Greylock for good.
Let's say we go along with this.
How exactly do we declare independence?
We just text the president, "Boy, bye"?
We hold a vote.
If the majority of Greylock says yes, we're in.
Lydon started eminent domain proceedings
way before anyone in this town even knew
there was coltan under our feet.
If they want to play dirty, fine.
So can we.
We need to put a stop to this. Now, earlier today,
Sarah had her mother call in a favor
with the district judge.
He signed off on an emergency referendum
on independence.
Which means that the only way
that we can stop this ridiculous idea now
is to win the vote.
This is clearly some kind of tactic just to slow us down.
Whatever it is, it's dangerous.
Besides, I know I'm not the only person in town
who sees some benefit from Lydon's plans.
What we need to do is to convince people
to vote against Sarah's plan for independence.
Now, Sarah and her pals are already knocking on doors.
It is time that we do the same.
That's right.
Maya!
Go, Maya!
Yes, yes!
Go, Maya!
So, how'd it go this morning?
Uh, good.
Corinne and I put up independence posters
all over town, and we must have knocked on a hundred doors.
I got to say,
people actually seem excited.
Mm.
Nothing like an insurgency to inspire the masses.
Look, I don't think it's an insurgency
that's inspiring them.
- It's you. - Oh.
- Come on. - I'm serious.
Everywhere I went,
people asked me to thank you
for leading the charge against Lydon.
I'm not a leader.
Yeah, nice try.
There's not many people I'd follow into a fire, but...
you're definitely one of them.
Hey. Squanto.
Hmm?
Saw you, uh, talking to my chick yesterday.
Her name is Bella.
She's a girl, not a farm bird.
Stay away from Bella.
Yeah, you first.
Don't make me hurt you.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Hey, Hunter.
Call me Squanto again,
I'm gonna start throwing some punches that actually land.
Hi, Corinne.
Danny.
This, uh, independence thing is...
it's pretty crazy.
Someone really should talk some sense into Sarah.
I was...
I was hoping
- that someone is you. - After everything you've put me through,
after all these years, you're really standing here,
- asking for my help? - Corinne, um...
You know that when you left, I spent weeks
telling everyone what a good person you were.
They hated you, you know, for what you did to me.
And-and for what you did to Sarah.
But I... I told them they didn't know the whole story.
They didn't know what you'd been through,
and that someday you'd come back
and you'd clean up the mess you made, and...
I know I screwed everything up, okay?
I-I... I know I did,
- but if we could... - Hey, Mom.
Josh, hi, sweetie.
Did-did-did you wash your hands?
Okay, you-you go ahead, and I'm...
I'm just gonna be right behind you, okay?
- Got it. - Okay.
Goodbye, Danny.
Corinne, Corinne, wait.
I did. I waited.
For longer than I should have.
I'm not gonna do that again.
Caesar salad
for you.
Ham sandwich for the hubs.
And a grilled cheese with no crust for Josh.
Thank you, Groves.
Anything else I could help you with?
- Um, you can ask Sarah out. - Corinne...
- Come on. - If you're about to drop
some romantic comedy monologue on me
about how it's time for me to find somebody else
and there are sunnier skies ahead,
I don't want to hear it.
I opened up my heart once,
and the universe just spat in it and slammed it closed.
"'Tis better to have loved and lost
- than never to have loved at all". - Okay.
It's more accurate the other way around.
I mean, you of all people should know that.
- That's not fair. - And neither is you coming in here
trying to play Dr. Drew with me.
Look, you've been through a lot, Grover.
I can't imagine.
But you can't keep your head in the sand forever.
You and Sarah are perfect for each other.
We all know it. Just...
put on a cute outfit and buy some flowers
- and go to her house. - Hmm.
You do that, and I promise you good things will happen.
Good things.
Really good things.
Okay, thanks.
Good night, Corinne.
Cruella de Vil, was it?
You here to bulldoze our town hall?
I'm here so I can tell you
I know the truth about your mother.
Ellen Cooper: renowned public servant,
best-selling author and, as it turns out,
world-class alcoholic.
Those are police reports from the late '90s.
They detail a handful of incidents involving your mother.
She was arrested three times for DUI.
There was also an episode in which several people
reported hearing her screaming at your brother.
He was only 11 years old.
The sheriff at the time buried the cases,
and no abuse was ever reported.
Kill this independence thing, or those go public.
Danny told me how much your mother means to you.
You're a classic fixer.
Hopelessly devoted to broken people.
You'll do the right thing,
even if you don't know it yet.
Are you kidding me, Danny?
- Sarah? - I know it was you.
You gave Marilyn those police reports.
You gave her Mom, so she could get me.
Sarah, I have no idea...
Just shut up.
What did I do?
What did I do to you that was
so bad that you decided your life
would be better without me in it?
All I have ever wanted was to be close to you,
and all you've ever done is try to get away from me.
I know what Mom was.
I remember the night you had to get stitches
'cause she threw a glass at your head.
I remember the bruises on your back
when she hit you with a bottle.
I get why you stopped talking to her for all these years.
But why did you stop talking to me?
Okay.
You win, Danny.
Congratulations.
Um... I'll stop the vote on independence.
It was a... it was a dumb idea, anyway.
I'll just go away.
I've had enough of you for one lifetime.
Danny.
We, um...
we need to talk.
Sarah.
You got to see this.
I had a long career that saw the public
put their faith in me,
a faith that I repaid with deceit.
But the deceit stops now.
I'm an alcoholic.
Both during my years in politics and today.
The truth is that I was arrested three times for drunk driving
during my tenure in the State Senate.
I regret that I didn't have the courage
to get the help that I needed.
I want to apologize
to anyone who has been hurt by my actions,
especially members of my family.
To my children...
I'm sorry.
All of the titles that I've ever held,
"mother" is the one I'm the proudest of.
But the one that I deserve the least.
I'm so sorry.
Your confession this morning...
Why did you do it?
Well, late last night, your brother came to the house.
He made it perfectly clear he still wants nothing
to do with me.
I guess he feels differently about you.
You've spent your whole life protecting me.
I think it's about time I return the favor.
Does this mean you believe in independence?
It means that I believe in you.
Well, that makes one of us.
But the last thing anyone needs
is me hiding in a closet, crying into a tub of Rocky Road.
I guess I'm just...
... scared.
You know, Sarah,
when things got hard during my career,
hiding in the closet and crying into a tub of Rocky Road
is exactly what I did.
Except, in my case, it wasn't a tub of Rocky Road.
The fact that you're facing this head-on,
it's all the proof you need
that you're ready for this.
I've changed my mind about independence.
The whole thing started
as a tactic to slow the governor down
so that we could gain some leverage
over the mining company.
Declaring independence was just a trick.
But I don't think it should be.
I think we should do it for real.
Okay, Sarah, just stop.
You can't honestly believe we should declare independence.
I believe in this town, William.
I believe Greylock is worth saving.
Listen, I'm no hero.
It should be obvious to everyone by now
I have no idea what I'm doing.
I certainly
don't know how to run a country,
let alone start a new one.
But here's what I do know.
I know that I care about the people in this town.
I know I'm not gonna let them get steamrolled.
And I know that Lydon Industries,
and every other giant
bloodsucking corporation
that thinks they can walk all over average people
in pursuit of a quick buck,
are more than welcome to go right to hell.
Yeah!
That's right!
Please tell me you haven't been
hanging out at Dad's rock.
He's not coming back, Sarah.
He's never coming back.
So, you gonna tell me why you stopped
your boss's blackmail plot or do I have to guess?
A fair fight is one thing.
You go head-to-head with Marilyn
and she kicks your ass, so be it.
But her cheating didn't sit right.
- Why not? - Because...
you're my sister.
Never stopped you from being crappy to me before.
I was a kid before.
My life isn't better without you in it.
I wanted to call.
Every time I thought of Greylock,
everything that happened...
It just hurt too much.
If it's so painful, why come back?
And don't say "work". A company as big as Lydon...
they could've found somebody else.
I'm sorry I punched you.
I'm still pissed about the way you left,
and I'm still pissed about you ghosting Corinne,
but I shouldn't have hit you.
You should've hit me harder.
Next time raise your elbow and swing from the hip.
Hi.
Hey. Um...
Did you need a table?
_
Can I sit here?
Oh.
Yeah, of-of course.
1,161...
... to 744.
Independence wins.
Alexis. Bella.
Let's go.
Mayor Whitmore?
Not anymore.
It's just William now. I don't want any part of this.
Okay, so...
who's in charge if the mayor quits?
Ms. Cooper.
Okay, pump the brakes, Tyler.
I'm just a school teacher.
Seth Warner was "just" a surveyor,
and he managed to lead one of the most
successful militias of the entire American Revolution.
In class, you've been telling us
that ordinary people can do extraordinary things.
Here's your chance to prove it.
Uh, I'm with them.
I vote Sarah.
Me, too.
I'm with you, Sarah.
You can do this!
Uh...
I'm here to announce that the town of Greylock
has voted to declare independence.
This will mean a lot of changes for us
in coming weeks.
But one thing I want to mention right now is
that we will be stopping all mining operations
until we get a chance to further
- discuss the issue. - Ms. Cooper,
are you expecting backlash from Lydon Industries?
Ms. Cooper, is it true your mayor quit?
Does this make you the leader
of a brand-new country?
Sarah Cooper.
I'm Special Agent Lindholm with the FBI.
This is Special Agent Beasley.
We're placing you under arrest.
Me? For what?
You've conspired to overthrow the authority
of the American government,
a federal crime as described
in U.S. Code Title 18,
Section 2384.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford...
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