English and some make believe (no talking in tongues however) Funtime
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EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Transcript
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Hello. Hey, Jerry. You gotta help this whole Iraq thing. It's gone topsy turvy upside down. I can't think straight. There's lots of people out there. They got issues with me and I might be going down maybe at the phone booth with County Road 76. Meet Cyprus. Hurry, Jerry. Please hurry. So, Noodles had finally climbed out from under his slimy rock. I headed out on Route 76 hoping I would get to him while he was still in a talking condition about a mile from the phone booth. I saw something just off the road and some tall grass. I stopped the car and walked over to what looked like an old wheelbarrow. Noodles was underneath wearing nothing but his B V D s and sprouting a new belly button. Hi, Jimmy. Boy, this is a great place for our last meeting. I gotta tell you, I set the whole thing up. I iced Shirley in that poor stiff. Set it up to make it look like it was used to whack them Double Cross. Did you for 10 grand and a board in my chest? Go figure that government brought, she ended up with everything and now she's flying free. You gotta get her Jerry and when you find her, give her a great big kiss with your 38 for me. I'm sorry, Jerry. I'm real. I headed back to the city with a close eye on the rear view. Noodles have always been a walking bull's eye just waiting for the right bullet. The wheelbarrow on the throat was obviously a message, a message I didn't take lightly hold up in my office waiting for dark to make another unannounced call on Mrs government. I needed to find out if she had really flown the coop. That's when I got a call from Touch Brannigan. Don't talk. Just listen about that double homicide at the fleabag hotel. We found the murder weapon and guess what? Your prints are all over it. I owe you one for that Palm Springs incident. So keep this quiet for one day after that. You're on your own. I got more news about this whole thing, but I can't talk right now maybe at that old deserted driving in Palmdale tonight at 9:00 and don't be late. Touch Brannigan was half cop and half con man. I had to trust him since everyone around me was ending up full of holes. I headed out to Palmdale, the puzzle was starting to take shape. I just needed a few more pieces for a perfect fit. Traffic was light and I was listening to music by Real Lombardo and his six silky sombreros. We interrupt this program to bring breaking news, local accountant and part time private detective Jerry Anderson has been identified as the prime suspect in the murders of J Howard government and longtime employee Shirley Henderson. The suspect is considered armed and dangerous. He wears his watch on his right wrist. Please call the Los Angeles Police Department. If you have any information regarding the whereabouts of the suspect, we now return you to regular scheduled programming. I decided to take a back road into the drive in since I was now an officially wanted man. The old drive in has seen better days. I found a door with a key conveniently set in the lock. I slowly opened the door and came face to face with toots hands up, Jerry. I gotta take you in. Every cop in L A is looking for you and I'm gonna be the one that brings in the big fish. I know I still owe you one but I only got one month until I hang up my shield and this bus will double my pension. Now turn around real slow. Suddenly the lights went out. The last thing I remember was a feeling that I was slowly slipping down through the brave targets. I woke up to a throbbing headache. I was sitting in a chair wearing nothing but my birthday suit. My hand was wrapped with God and I seem to be missing my right thumb. The pain was intense as the fog cleared. I found myself in the company, Mr Smith. So nice of you to join us again, Mr Anderson and so sorry about your thumb. You see not so unlike the Amazon women, I had to make sure that you could not handle your weapon against me. You will notice that you are without clothes, a trick we learned from the French Underground, a simple trick of torture that even though elementary is very effective in eliciting honest answers. Now listen very carefully, Mr Anderson while I'll explain where you were sitting and naked before me. Mr Howard government recently deceased was laundering money during the war for certain high ranking officers of the fatherland, it was a simple operation. Really fresh American dollars were sent in shoe boxes to be later deposited into a discreet Swiss bank account. Those shoe boxes were then returned filled with precious jewels, gold and multiple European currencies to be rendered into American dollars. This process continued for many years. Ironically, the shoes were being sent to the orphans of occupied countries. Now comes my dilemma, Mr Anderson. Mr government had the code and the key to the lock box of the Swiss account. He became greedy and wanted to keep our currencies for himself. Your friend, Mr Noodles was hired to acquire the key and the code. But unfortunately, he killed government and surely before acquiring as you Americans say the goods, the motel room was searched quickly before the police arrived by our friend of the drunken motel truck and nothing was found. I therefore surmise Mr Anderson that you are in possession of what we need. You are a wanted man, Mr Anderson, in return for the Swiss account information, we can offer you a signed suicide letter from your old friend Toots Brannigan who is at this time hanging from the rafter in this same building. The letter states his complicity in the death of government. Surely. And you have exactly eight hours, Mr Anderson.