Programming Note

Upon receipt of an email from his wife that he has spent the last 4 hours “shuffling around the kitchen in his robe, alternating between sobbing and mumbling ‘i want the real leads, i want the GLENGARRY leads!’ while combing a doll’s hair (very nicely, actually),” I have decided to commute Marley’s sentence and lift the ban on him. Let it be known from here on that my mercy, like the subjects of my jerkoff fantasies, knows no bounds.