But sir, when his hand was shaking, I performed his surgeries. I kept his secrets, I nursed his pride. You know it, and I know it, and he knows it. He knows it. And yet, nowhere in that newspaper article does my name appear. I am the unseen hand to his brilliance. Excuse me. And yet, while everything is the same, it's very, very different. Now, I'm lucky if I get to hold a clamp. Hahn treats me like... I was his hand. And now I am a ghost. That's not difficult. It's unbearable.