*waves from train* Oh, either of them! I have stupid bits of dialogue for stories I'm not writing where Marcone thinks he's young!punk!Marcone and keeps hitting on Harry who is horribly confused while Hendricks stands there looking mortified going you don't do this anymore!. Or amnesia Harry where things look set to go down a Chicago's Most Wanted route and Marcone ends up in the baffling position of being Harry's moral conscience.