"What, you’re wrapping yourself in the flag now? Is this Hollywood, are we cuing the violins? Me telling the Indians about you, that was just my bargaining ploy. Those Chinese didn’t sign anything. It was all just an ad pitch." Tony looked at Van’s face searchingly. "Come on, pal. You were never a top venture-capital guy, but you were definitely one of us. Don’t you know how much you’ve lost already? What’s left of your life?" Tony wiped at his bleeding lip. "Do you even know why I had that stupid ray gun in my stupid bag? I was going to mail it to you. From wherever. I was never gonna come back here to this creepy little version of America. I don’t have to, and I don’t need to. I can make another life in a better place. Let me go, Van."