[ The hard plastic is brought back to his mouth. Lips enclose around it as he inhales a lengthy drag of tobacco. Smoke follows, as it always does, taking hold of the silence and wrapping it in long tendrils that lure in the unsuspecting nothingness. Oswald places the cigarette to the tray once again, and this time, he extends a hand, acknowledging the chair seated before his desk. ]

You see, Ms. Marling, I'm a man of opportunity. I seek them out, I draw them in, and occasionally — oh, how rare they may be — they find me. In the world of the gentleman, opportunities are oftentimes equal. In order to receive an opportunity, you must give one in return.

This, Ms. Marling, is simply your opportunity to level the playing field.