None of it was my application. I didn't pay for any of it. It was...the FBI, bless their pressed white shirts. They picked up on something they thought was really important, and they were following it through. They were fucking serious, mate. What are you supposed to do? You get this late-night call from the FBI when you arrive in Los Angeles, and they're like absolutely full-on, "We've got to talk to you now, before you do anything. We have to have a discussion with you, Mr. Crowe."