Murdoch: O'Neil, come here. O'Neil : Yessir. What can I do for you? Murdoch: Take a look out this window. Tell me what you see. O'Neil : I see fields. I see mountains. I see the raw beauty of nature as the sky meets the earth. As above, so below as the mystics say. Murdoch: I hate poetry. I need you to narrow your focus. What do you see here? [taps the window] O'Neil : [squints] A finger smudge on an otherwise spotless piece of glass? You are a question wrapped in an enigma this morning, sir. Murdoch: [sigh] You're going to make me say it, aren't you? O'Neil : I have never known you to say or do anything from a position of force, sir. Murdoch: Why is there a drone hovering over our headquarters? O'Neil : [gasps] Is that a drone? Murdoch: It is. Why is there a drone here, O'Neil? O'Neil : I thought it was an overly-enlarged hummingbird of some kind. Murdoch: Even the largest hummingbird is only 20cm in lengt...