It's open. Try to use the blower to get
you. But I still don't get these
fancy and meet you horns. You got a second?
A jaw with an old elbow. Come in, Detective, please shut
the door behind you and have a seat.
Appreciate the hospitality G Man, these dogs are barking
something bad. I don't know who came up with
the flat foot, but it was a real wise.
How can I help you? You need to get yourself a young
tomato for that secretary work Marlo.
It would fit you up for the more important stuff.
No wonder you always look like you need to buy carpet.
We should bring you up to speed on how things work in the 21st
century. Johnson.
Now what is the station's most famous Sheamus doing in my
office? Looking for a freebie.
I've been hitting the bricks on a job for about a week now and
the client starting to tighten the screws on a lettuce holder
being tighter on his wallet than a businessman in the 30s.
Thinking a fresh set of peepers might be to pep this step.
Nate Johnson, you've caught me at a very fortunate time.
I have no interviews today. I just caught up on all my
paperwork just now. Zeke has inspections all day.
Mr. Kelly is going to be working late this evening helping the
ARO scientist on the grant reporting.
And Kendra, excuse me, Doctor Jennings has performance reports
to finish filling out and won't be free until tomorrow.
And for the first time since I've got down to this station,
there is literally nothing for me to do at the moment.
So why not? Why don't you run what you have
past me? All that takes.
It sounds Jake to me. OK, last week, the kid, Tommy,
we'll go get a fellow with A2 positive outlook, came to me
with a job, found the station's bulletin board, wants to pick
the card right off the court. We don't have a message board on
the station, just Flyers people put up with upcoming events.
But the kid said he pulled it off a message board from the
station. I think he's talking about the
Internet message board. So now you all put job
classifieds in a net. It was like a loop.
A little way to ask for wanted games.
No, it's part of the Internet. People go.
Never mind. So what's the caper You're
working on? A ball back in the States.
Thinks his fro stepping out riding the ponies when she's got
a stallion park back at home. Yeah, infidelity isn't always
uncommon down here. They call it having an ice
husband or an ice wife. Hey, I ain't no Father Flanagan,
and I'm not here to read from a good book or thorny ING Bing on
what these joes and James do with the door closes and the
music starts playing. But case is a case and my client
paid my fee for a week upfront as a retainer. 100 a day and
expenses. Probably want to look in the
inflation rate since the 40s. Johnson.
What's the wife's name? Kellogg.
Renee Kellogg. She works with the Duarts on the
cargo lines with the Moose here. Real rosy, the riveter type.
Roll up your sleeve. Betty.
We really need to get you up to speed before somebody complaints
Miss Chipperfield in HR Renee is actually associated with a
suspect in one of the cases I'm working and I happen to know a
lot about her, and not just about her life down here, but
back in the world. I knew coming here would be like
hitting the trifecta at Louis dog tracks.
What's the skinny on the broad woman we called them?
All right, Normally we keep cases we're working on
confidential for as long as the investigation is ongoing.
It's department policy. You understand why I savvy,
Marlow, but ain't no nose hawk or fish rapper rider.
I'm just a regular mug who knows how to keep his crap tight.
Think of it as one set of buttons chatting up another
check on leads. That's all.
I am not sure it's more alarming that you're picking up on how
interagency information sharing works in the 21st century, or
that I'm starting to understand what you're saying without
subtitles. Renee Kellogg is married, no
kids, a couple of misdemeanors when she was younger, and
nothing unusual this day and age.
There's no banking irregularities, no substantial
debt, gets decent reviews from Zeke for the past three seasons
and generally keeps her nose clean.
No one she pals around with, no not really.
Who her friends on station are really isn't too important.
The investigation I have going on to sabotage the plane that
crashed or the station. What Taylor?
Miss Kellogg, the last week, she and the Moose, she had both
worked the cargo lines, like I said, so it's not too difficult
during shifts. When they're off, she's more
cagey, cagey, cagey. Like how she hopes across the
station, like she needs to put out a fire.
Not sure how she did it, but they managed to shake me twice.
A clean sneak. You don't tend to dust somebody
unless you're up to something. And I'm more in the bet
something requires slow music, low lights, settlemental journey
on the older trawler and no dress code.
So what do you say, Model? We partner up on the case for at
least today. I am free and I will help out if
I can swell. Most of my cases only take a day
or two to solve. Why this one has me taking on
the chin taking way too long I can't square with.
All right, first thing we need to do is get your pin with some
decent diapers on. Diapers, diapers, clothes, rags.
Marlo, if you're going to be working cases as a private Dick,
you got to wear a dark suit and a hat.
Now go change and I'll wait in your office and we have a candor
looks you around. I I don't have a suit down here.
And the only hat I have is that early 1900s Stetson.
No suit. How do you get anything done
when you stand out like a rocket at a Sunday service?
Lars is 6 foot 8, always wears a bright orange work jumpsuit.
You are a 2 1/2 foot blue plush puppet that lives on his right
arm. I think one of us stands out a
bit more than the other. All right, Gee man, have it your
way. You're not going to want any
beauty pageants today, but you shall draw their fire from me.
Now let's get the gate downtown to a little speakies.
I know, see a little songbird that likes to tweet my ear so
often. And by the way, I don't split my
feet. Recording started.
Is that thing on now? Yes, it's on Asus saw the Fed
and I went downtown. A little gin joint had recently
opened, but prior there was an old car and I heard about a
fence. Always had one ear of the
street, another ear on the needs of the locals.
Ready to scratch in the itch. Old timer went by the Monica
Reno. The hell are you doing?
I'm narrate what's going on, Narrating to whom?
You don't record your actions on a daily routine for paperwork
later. Can we just go in already?
All right, I hear this place can get a bit rough.
People dancing on tables and breaking chairs and others.
It was one chair and it was a troll that did that.
That was not me. As for the dancing, I, I just go
in. Well, afternoon there fellas.
Here to wet your whistles. How's it going Pops?
Won't have a few words of this set of games sitting on the top
of your Steinway there. And sure thing Rick.
Just do me a favor, will ya? When you leave this time, I
don't want to see any waterworks.
She's a sweet kid and she don't need getting her heart broke
over a 2 bit gumshoe and a glass of empty promises.
I'm just here for some info Pops.
I need a dust off Nothing. No third, no graveyard roses or
used 54 gauges. Just a check.
Well then, that's fine. And what about you Deputy
Marshall? What can I get?
Reno? I'll just have a coffee black
please. Coming up.
Coffee. Irish it up for Pops Coffee.
Milo on the job here working the case.
Need to order a snort of the local eel juice Pops has in the
back. It's 10 in the morning.
Johnson got a lot of work to do with this one.
OK, practice time is over. Let's see what the Dame knows.
Hey, a doll face pipes down in Kodazeva.
Take 5 fellas. Doctor Lorenz, wow, your voice
on stage is unexpected. Well, well, well.
I didn't hear a baboon escape from the zoo this morning.
What brings you here, Ricky? So you got a new partner?
Maybe this one will last more than a week before you drive
them away for trying to get too close.
That's your usual well, ain't it?
What the hell happens around here when I am gone?
Now, now, baby, I told you from a star.
We come from different sides of the tracks.
This you, me. It's fire and gasoline.
Look, I'm not here to pour salt on all wounds.
I'm. I'm going to ask for your help.
No bum steer. Oh no, that's Rich.
The great Sheamus Richard Johnson needs the help of.
Well, you're being straight with me.
No flowers, no promises of dinner and dancing as the wind
up. Just direct.
Asking the favor, huh? Now I know you're in a pickle.
What's the grift? No grift hutz, just need a few
answers. Well then go on, you stand there
much longer and Pops is going to start charging your rent on the
space. See you down in the arches quite
a bit, sometimes coming down from the beer can, sometimes
through the logistics arts for outside an ice cube lab.
Always soft shooting it to the ice alleyways.
I well. Relax.
Relax, baby. I don't care about what's inside
those ice alleyways. Just maybe with those beautiful
baby Blues saw on the way there. Maybe yesterday, say around 4:00
in the afternoon. Well, I just finished my shift
in the Ice cube lab, wanted to take my mind off things, so I
went for a walk. A walk, That's what I said.
A walk. Go on.
Needed to stretch the game while I walked back from the dark
sector. Cut through the logistics arch
on my way inside to the station. I know I was outside the L arch
when I saw those beautiful games hit the lights.
I also saw Renee Kellogg walk in about 30 seconds before you
brighten up that doorway. Hey, that's right.
She had just come in, rounded the corner as I was headed
toward the front door. She was heading upstairs.
To the LO Arch's office. Yes, that's right, Deputy.
How many times a week do you Hoff it down the route on your
way to other places? 2-3 times a week, and come to
think of it, Renee is a fixture most of those times.
Thanks, Dollface. You're helping an old flatty,
and as much as I'd like to give you the old up and down a bit
more, Johnson. Oh, it's all right, Deputy.
He means he'd like to look me up and down some more.
Not sexual copulation activities.
Maybe I will have it spike coffee after all.
Oh, Ricky, be careful. I couldn't stand it if if.
Chin up baby, we'll take more than a gaggle of mugs of
Roscoe's and garlic on her breath to keep me down seeing
the funny pages kid. Marlo, grab that tiger milk to
go. I have an inside man.
We need to see what in the ever loving world is happening.
It's OK, Deputy Marshall. I grew up watching old 40s noir
films and listening to radio shows from even earlier.
My dad and brothers were all obsessed, So am I.
It's really fun every couple of weeks or so to get to playoff of
Detective Johnson. It's almost like being back
there back then. And remember Deputy Marlow, I
was born in the 40s and I still remember the late parts quite
well. Well, Doctor Lorenz may have
seen the reruns. I was there for the original
broadcast. I feel like a kid again playing
Sam Spader, Dick Tracy, even if I'm stuck playing Pops the
shifty but well meaning bartender.
Oh, your coffee Deputy. I, I look, I I didn't put any
booze in it. Just strong black coffee the way
you're always drinking. But for his sake, let's play
along. OK.
Pops
Johnson. We've been here since they
started their practice an hour ago.
What if this contact of yours doesn't show?
Entirely possible. They won't.
Like I said, you stand out like a sole thumb and like, rattle a
cage. They know.
Thug snitch or mob rat looking to climb a ladder.
Seal's in a position to know everything that takes place
around this icebox give you the inside track on the next ball
game has journal, which Peloka took a payoff to KO in the third
round. Even who's associated with ho
between the bed sheets. You catch my throat as an
information network Jago Hoover could only dream about.
However, because I'm here with you.
The seal may have swam off the rare bird Marlow hard to
understand sometimes. That's funny coming from you,
Johnson. And your contact's nickname is
SEAL. Wait.
Over there. Back door.
It's crack. Yeah, someone's waving a pocket
square to the opening. Only thing back there is
equipment storage and the back way onto the ice.
I bet they saw you with me and couldn't afford to be seen.
Cotton. Let's go check it out.
Model. But you got your heat on with
you, right? Just in case I am armed.
Yes, OK, me too. Let's be careful.
Wait. SHH.
Don't make a rabbit. How did you get a firearm?
It's wedgie, man. Got a license for it.
All proper and kosher, and it would have expired 75 years ago.
Plus, if you're a puppet, how do you swallow?
Cock a hole for now, discuss it later.
Here we go. Shut the door, boss.
Miss June, you're the informant. Wait a minute, Seal CL for
Cheryl Lynn who has all the inside info and gossip.
I should have seen this coming a mile away.
I think I'm really starting to lose it down here.
You cute little blue devil, you didn't tell me you was paddling
around with the Deputy Marshall. You boys having fun today?
Hope you're playing nice with one another, not causing a
rumpus. 2 peas in a pod now, right?
Yeah, we drunk out the same bottle makes.
No, never mind. I need you to sing all about
Renee Kellogg cargo loading a big guy's cruise seal.
Well, now I don't know Mr. Johnson.
This old gal, in my recollection, has been as shaky
as drunk with the DTS during an earthquake.
OK no joke here, I need a weapons to get what you're on
about sometimes just to drop the hoogie and give it to me
straight. Maybe if something were to jog
my memory? Oh, you need a palm grey Stan.
Some scratch for that itch. Why'd you say so, Cheryl Lynn?
I mean, it was so obvious. Why couldn't I have seen it?
Shush now Suge, the adults over here need to conduct some
business. Here you go like you asked for
the recipe for apple fritters had to be sneaky, but I put
fireside. The old Broads work during the
computer room. I'm as happy as a pig in slop
with this. Gladys got the gumption to think
her dog ain't never had fleas like the Lord himself is going
to stop on his way to the second coming for some of her apple.
Fritters. I mean, who else?
Who else would have been it's? Sometimes that woman has the
same social grace God gave her rock.
I feel like I need a translator here.
I'm all sixes and sevens, just give me your skinny.
Who she chummy with? OK now y'all know I ain't one to
gossip, but she likes to spend most of her free time with that
so and so Rockefeller man Charles Wilford.
Wait, I got that one. A fat cat egg and butter man.
The kid who runs another's racket down the logistic dodge.
Dag Wilford. Am I losing it?
I mean, did I really have it to her?
Wait a minute. Charles Wilford.
He and Miss Kellogg are. In a biblical way.
And she's a married woman to boot.
Now I know the good book says I shouldn't judge, but I'm close
to handing out blue ribbons for vow breaking over Yonder.
OK, how long, How long have the two of them?
Gladys says she first saw them making goo goo eyes at one
another middle of last summer season.
Wasn't till close to the end of summer, the two of them started
acting ugly as homemade sin. Milo, help me out here.
It's all blunked to me. Oh, she said Kellogg and Wolford
started a romantic relationship middle last summer season and
things didn't get physical. What are you trying out for?
The clergy? We're talking about pitching.
Whoa. Yeah.
The old round heel hiding Percy in the playpen.
Crude. Exactly.
Just before winter started. Which means he's probably the
other hack at a tachy stand that stands to figure pally.
I think our business here is done good working with you
again, Detective Deputy Marshall.
Miss June, why don't you go out first and we'll wait a few
minutes so none of the volleyball team sees us?
Together. Oh, it's not worrying about
being seen with you shook, it's about not wanting to see them
out there. Them toned muscles in those
shorts with no shirt, Naked bodies all covered with sweat
like the pirates on them fiction books I see at the grocery store
checkout stands. Those young innocent ladies who
can't resist their charms. Oh Lord, I'm going to pray hard
for forgiveness on that one. All right, boys, I'll just
sashay out the back door here. Meet the cold air right about
now. Good kid, I see you.
What an odd egg, that one. Only get half of what she ever
says. Yeah, why don't we give it a few
more minutes and we'll head back to the office to think about our
next steps. Recording started.
Fine, go ahead, just get over with, please.
It was a quarter 2 when we hightailed about the G Man's
office in the downtown district and all the glitz and glamour of
a bar. Hey, after the tornado scared
all the animals inside, they made a mess to the floor.
Hey, we're all but sure we knew who Miss Kellogg's flip side
fellow was. What's more, the G Man said this
had a direct connect to something the feds up and
investigate. We need to tie this twine to a
tight little ball to get the package ready to send.
Just need an address from the postman and his last pickup was
at 4:00 PM today. You done all gold, Marlow?
No. You got a deck of Lucky's around
here? Anywhere I'm flat.
I need a gasper. Would you stay out of my desk
doors, please? And no, I don't smoke.
It's a filthy habit. Fine, let's just bump gums
there. Figure out how we could Kellogg.
And what for? This.
So in my investigation, while interviewing both, they both
gave alibis for one another. In their statements, both said
they were inside a logistics arch doing inventory work for a
few hours. Said they were in each other's
presence the entire time except when Wolford had to use the
bathroom for 10 to 15 minutes. Why not just say they were
together the whole stretch? Not entirely sure myself, but
let's assume they weren't doing inventory, but the horse, not
the mob. All right, I was going to say
engaging in the romantic tryst. So they were together for a bit.
Wolford leaves for 15 minutes and then comes back.
Why? Why that 10 to 15 minutes?
Well, maybe it really did need to use the WC on the up and up.
It's possible. But if he wasn't, then why be
apart from her for those 10 to 15 minutes?
The only thing I'd come up with would be he needed to do
something he didn't want her seeing.
Throwing a wrench in gumming up the works.
No, no. The plane tampering was a few
hours before this. It already been affected.
The station sabotage wasn't done until a few hours later.
So what else would it have? Overalls say that again.
Marlo here. Yeah, right here, right around
3:00 PM at the start of the 2nd shift.
One of the Dewalts I interviewed said the only thing odd he
remembered that day was his pair of work overalls haven't been
stolen off his hook. It made no sense to him as
everybody on Zeke's crew has them assigned by the NSF, and
the only person who wouldn't have been assigned a pair would
be a Beaker or a Dexter, just like our boy Wilford.
OK, so far I savvy, but why does he need to do the old gooseberry
lay on another fellow's overalls?
One of the other prime suspects in this investigation said she
was walking by the operations office window.
She had peeked inside and saw somebody in work overalls
conducting what she assumed was repairs on the operations flight
terminals and monitoring equipment.
She didn't get a look at the person's face, just saw the
overalls in a tool bag. It may have been Wilford in the
stolen overalls. Why he did the Houdini on the
chippy. He had to nick the bloomers.
OK. OK, so how can you make it into
a prosecutable case? A grand jury will indict upon?
Use it to get them to confess. Oh, I had an idea on that,
Marlow. Have me a plan that may help me
get the skinny. I need to give my client the
proof. His wife from playing Footsie.
And you, the Jews, you need to prove the fat cat ain't nothing
but a hood. Hey, lawman, good news.
Inspections ended early today and I'm uh, uh, Nope.
No time for murder, Muppets. Today.
I'll catch up with you and you're missing kidney.
Have an ass Tomorrow then that I told you so will be on me.
OK, first we need to get the mark out of the LO arch.
That'll be eggs in the coffee. I'll have the kid there.
Tommy, call down, have Wilford come up to the office pool, have
them say they need to look over some counts or something with
the numbers don't add up. Right.
Once the monkey's up on the station, you will hide one of
those microphones inside the LO office on the second floor of
that arch. Then you get Kellogg on the blow
telly need to come back, say around 6:00 PM to go over
statements on her whereabouts. Tell her something about oh,
some things aren't making sense and you need to help to resolve
it. Get her thinks she's in a real
jam and that kitten will run straight to her sugar daddy for
help and we'll get whatever they jaw about.
I have to say, as sting operations go, I have hurt
worse. OK Johnson, we'll play this one
your way. This time I'll get my gear and
if you can get Wilford out by say, 1430, I'll head in, install
the bug, and then call Renee Kellogg afterwards.
Once they meet for their daily, I'll play on a field Rendezvous
will monitor what's said from the office over in the VMF arch.
Maybe there at 1530. We'll do.
We'll see you in a few. So I'm late, Marlow, I have to
see a man about a dog. Don't even want to know what
that one means. I'm just glad you made it.
Our guy just got back to his office a few minutes ago,
working on something in his laptop.
I made the call, Miss Kellogg, and told her I need another
interview this evening. Got her so nervous she was
stammering at the end of the call.
Your plan? Johnson is working perfectly.
Oh, news to these years, G, man. Oh, sounds like the damn is
heading up the stairs now. I heard it's getting even cold
out there. Need me to come and warm you up?
We have a problem. The Marshall wants to talk to me
again. All right, he talks to
everybody, so what's the problem?
He said he needs me to go into more detail on my story, said
there were things that weren't adding up, Needs me to clear up
some things. I don't know what to do.
What do you mean you don't know what to do?
You go talk to the cop, keep telling the same story I gave
you. There's really nothing to it.
But what if he knows something? Look.
After he brought me in last time, he started trying this
bullshit out of my past to get me to slip up.
Found out some shit that happened way back in the fucking
day. He is desperate, he is fishing.
He ain't no smarter than us, OK? So if it's nothing, tell me
where you were that day, the day the plane crashed.
From 10:00 AM to 11:15 I was in here with you counting cans,
widgets, and supplies. That's all that matters and
that's all you need to keep telling people.
And if things get too hot, just start taking the 5th.
You know what better way? Ask for a lawyer.
His punk ass had to provide you one if you ask for it.
OK. How long do we keep lying?
Look, it's just for a little while longer, OK?
So did you get rid of the boiler suit I gave you last week?
Buried it out behind the booze barn.
Nobody will find it there. You buried it.
It's not like we have anywhere or anything to burn it with.
If I threw it in the garbage it would be holed out with
everything else and could be retrieved.
Burying it was the best I could. Do best you can come up with.
OK, I guess I have to figure out a way to get rid of those for
good. We only have an hour before I
have to be back. Do you still need?
I need help. Relaxing.
You know I do. Come here.
Jackpot. My client is going to be happy
about this, but I've closed my case.
Can I get that thing to make photographs?
Everything is recorded digitally.
What does that mean? It's all on film.
More like a stag film. Isis.
Can I get 2 copies? I will make one and send it
direct to your client on your behalf.
I'll get the address from Mr. Kelly.
Huh. All racked up like a pretzel in
there. All right, I think we've seen
all we need to see. Well, look at that.
Upside down. Wow, that's a new one.
I'm turning this off now. We both got what we needed.
I'm going to go see if we can't find those coveralls and get
some answers tonight. I'll give you 6 bits to turn
that picture show back on and walk away for 30 minutes.
Come on, Mollo, I need this. No.
Come on. Some professionalism, maybe.
Oh, from what I see, Marlo, she's a pro.
All right. Decorum, man.
Come on. We both got what we needed.
Let's go. Recording stopped.
And is sticking out to me as an issue.
The other cargo loaders I chatted with never mentioned
anything about helping the logistics Arch team with
inventory accounts. In fact, they said nobody ever
asked them to do that. So then why did Mr. Wolford ask
you? You'd have to ask him.
I can't tell you what he was thinking.
He asked and I gave him a hand. We help each other out around
here when needed, especially down in the Arches.
And you were with him for 90 minutes on the inventory count?
Yes. OK.
Last time we talked, you said it was only 60 minutes.
Fine, 60 minutes then you have me a little nervous over here.
Why be nervous? I mean, we're just chatting,
right? You're helping me clear things
up. I'm just making me nervous,
that's all all. Right here.
Let's try this. What is it specifically that
you're nervous about? Let's see if we can't resolve it
here and now so you can be more at ease.
I don't know it. It's being in here talking to
you. That's what I'm nervous about.
But this is our third interview. The first two interviews, you
were nowhere near this well, agitated.
You were calm and helpful. So what happened between then
and now? Let's try to fix it together.
I don't I I want to. Come on in.
Yeah, Mr. Kelly said. You.
What's going on in here? Come on in.
Mr. Wilford, please have a seat. I was just reinterviewing Miss
Kellogg about her statements from earlier and your name came
up quite a bit. Get it?
The deputy brought you up, not me.
Yeah, it's, it's all good. Renee, I, I got this.
So you were together for 60 minutes doing inventory.
That's what we said last time and is in the notes.
Sure, we'll go with that. Uh huh.
And what were you taking inventory of?
Whatever. Your notes have a saying the
last time, we'll go with that too.
Miss Kellogg. I apologize.
I forget. It is Miss Kellogg, right?
I see the ring on your left hand.
Just want to make sure. Yes.
Yes, the ring is on your finger, or yes, you were married.
Married. Not to Mr. Wilford, I'm
assuming. No.
Right, right. So when you see him most days at
4:00 PM, you're doing inventory. You being a smart guy, Deputy,
asking questions about stuff you seem to already have the answers
to. Sorry, Mr. Wolford.
I was asking Miss Kellogg, not you, Missus Kellogg.
Not going to answer that, Renee. You know, it seems you and me
had this conversation before, Deputy.
We ain't talk to you no more. Or having no lawyer present.
So then you've been authorized to speak on behalf of Miss
Kellogg, And does her husband know that, as he'd be the only
relationship partner any court would recognize as valid?
We are done here, Marlo. Let's go, Renee.
So then neither of you can explain these pair of coveralls
stolen from the BMF arch and buried behind the Booze barn,
exactly where we were told to find them by Mrs. Kellogg.
What? No, I.
I you 2 timing little back off Marlo, back off.
I'll blow her fucking head off. Jess, what are you doing?
I swear I. Swear I never shut your mouth,
bitch. Where are you going to run to
Wilford? That's none of your concern,
Marshall. You've done enough already to
fuck this whole operation up. All right then.
Normally this is where I outlined 3 choices a suspect has
before things tend to go South. Now in this room, there are only
2, so I'll make this quick. One, you take the gun off Miss
Kellogg, you put it on the table and you step away.
I arrest you and we take things from there.
Two, you move the barrel of that gun for her temple and take aim
at me. But I promise you, Wilford,
before you're able to get a bead on me and pull the trigger,
you'll be dead. Or.
I can just head on out. I have Detective Johnson right
outside ready to shoot you if you walk out with anything other
than your hands up. Like I said, only two options.
Just no. Gmail square, I'm all good.
How is he? Looks like you fogged him up but
good kicks. Still breathing, though.
This is Deputy Marshall Marlow. Medical emergency.
We have a man down in a large conference room.
Requires immediate medical attention.
It's Kellogg. You all right?
You Jake, baby. No, I'm not Jake, the man I
thought loved me and I was going to run away with.
Just use me as a hostage in the human shield.
Oh that guy was wrong from the star baby.
A real wrong number that was bringing you along.
Don't feel bad dog, you're not the first twist this has
happened to me. I I don't what?
What are you saying? Miss Kellogg, it is my strong
suggestion you do not talk to anybody until you have a lawyer
present. That said, I am placing you
under arrest for false statements made to a federal
agent, obstruction of justice and be an accessory after the
fact and crash ANG 0492 and five charges of attempted murder,
including one for a federal agent.
You have the right to remain silent.
Recording started. Supervisory Deputy US Marshall
Bass Marlow today is 30th January 2023, current time is
2045 hours. Investigation of Flight ANG 0492
in a Munson Scott sabotage concluding follow up interview
of Misses Renee Kellogg resulted in attempted hostage situation,
assault and attempted murder by the station's Logistics
Operation Manager, Chaz Wilford. I arranged to have Mr. Wilford
arrive to a large conference room in the middle of the
interview of Miss Kellogg to rattle both of their cages.
I borrowed a set of coveralls from one of the guys in the
arches and buried outside in the snow for an hour, went back to
get it and toss it in a duffel bag.
I didn't have time to go looking and dig up the actual set, so I
had to improvise. While it worked perfectly, I
wasn't expecting that Wilford had smuggled a firearm onto the
station or that he'd have tried to use it.
Speaking of, Mr. Wolford is in critical but stable condition.
Our doctor Ambrose reports he's lost a lot of blood and had a
bullet lodged in his aorta. He should be dead by all rights,
and his chances of recovering aren't great, but they also
aren't 0. He's been unconscious this
entire time and had been restrained.
Once his condition improves, they intend to transport him
back to the States, but for now he's in no condition to be
moved. Who he really is and who he's
working for remains murky at best.
There was something he said while he was looking for a way
to escape that I messed up his whole operation.
Interesting choice of words under pressure operation.
I have Honolulu digging hard on Wilford, and they're come up
against all kinds of roadblocks. The kind of roadblocks that are
official and firm walls that have black book OPS written all
over them. Yeah, I remember Charlie talking
about on other players being out there.
We talked about this before. Not just NSF or Beauregard
Lowing or the DIA, but something even bigger.
And we're pretty sure now the unknown player is DARPA.
And then some way shape fashion or form.
Wolford is part of that. Miss Kellogg didn't know a lot
about Mr. Wolford's background or true motivation.
The only thing we'll be able to really hold her on is helping
Wolford, hiding the overalls and obstructing an investigation.
Unless we can prove she was made aware before or after the
sabotage and then helped, I think she'd be able to plead
this down. She's clammed up for now until
she can speak with a lawyer. We'd offered up Franklin, but
she apparently has a family lawyer she wants back in the
States. While we are fairly confident we
can pin the sabotage squarely on Wilfred's shoulders, until he
offers up a motive or helps connect the dots on the drug
smuggling operation and the crash itself, we are at a
standstill. And given the coma he's in,
Ambrose says we should not expect him to recover anytime
soon. So for now, investigation to
flight ANG 0492 to Munson Scott's sabotage suspended until
suspect regains consciousness or new evidence is discovered.
Go ahead. I sent a telegram e-mail back to
the states to my client along with the film.
The G man took on them pitching woo.
And before some Joe's get free with their back hands and they
find the old lady's been stepping out.
Some cry like a three-year old if you take away his candy.
My client just thank me and hung up there.
Michi head of Western Union check same day on my hands
paying off the E2 clams and expenses.
PayPal knife out here on the ice can sometimes be like the Big
Apple. Your flush was green one day and
hoping upon hope your next case comes in before the landlady
comes knocking for the two months back rent.
We live rent free down here Johnson.
In any event, I'm going back to figuring out the big caper that
keeps my head tossing on that pillow every night.
How do I get back to where I belong to?
November 25th, 1947. I was ripped out of the past,
away from everything I know and love.
I'm stuck here and this crazy topsy turvy placed the bottom of
the Big Blue marble. I got a score to settle with the
mug that took out my old pal Louie Barsiris.
Mulroney. A real blood debt.
Whoever may be up there among some Twinkie like, you listen up
and you listen good. I know deadbeat or know chisler
Richard Johnson always pays his debts.
I'm coming back for you, Mulroney.
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