You know what my level of accounting knowledge is; if Jack bought 5 magic beans and planted 3 of them, how many beers does he have left in the fridge? You accountants always trying to add drama and mystery and shoot outs and car chases and hidden rooms under 800 year old churches full of buried treasure to your job to make it more than the snooze fest it is. (Yeah, don’t care how I ended that sentence.) You will never be confused for John Wick. Ever. The end.