—understanding. There's a saying in Germany: we agree on something.
I have not the smallest clue anymore about what's happened. Let me say this. Stevie Cameron was a police informant. If she really was, the feeling was the sergeant was entitled to speak to her. But he was fired. Now, is she or is she not? If she's not, who are all the others who spoke to her and did not get fired at that time? And what did they really know?
May I tell you something? He had to sell hotdogs, and his officers had to sell hotdogs, to get the money for a lawyer. He gave out little pins with a Canadian justice scale and his RCMP number. When we had discoveries with him, he gave this pin as a gift to me and said, “Mr. Schreiber, I apologize for what I have done to you. I don't know what to say.” Wait until they come here. This is all crazy.
And your colleague, who was so much.... Allow me, please, to say this too. I really am trying to be fair as much as I can. But when he speaks about my letter, it was not the first letter I was asked to.... I was even asked to sign an affidavit, which was phoned by Mr. Mulroney. I would not touch this field too much anymore; otherwise it may not be in the interest of Mr. Mulroney.
But anyhow, I hope you understand what I said. This is so crazy, this whole thing, and the point is...and I can only hope that you believe what I'm saying. I have to pinch myself once in a while and look at this whole thing and think it's real.