9x-xx-xx 85 Interfering

So how's your scotch man? You must feel pretty stupid, Thompson. I try not to waste time on negative self-imaging. You and all your way up theories. I'm a zombie. Edith is a murderer. And Kesler's is run by the American military.

What's next? Mad as a drag queen? I didn't know you knew about things like that. No, of course not. I'm just a small town girl. How could you accuse Edith of being a murderer the day after she was murdered?

I'm a bitter man. I've been thinking about it for a while and I didn't know she was gonna be killed. You're such a dipster. Okay, I feel bad enough. Give it a rest. What are you doing?

I'm having a scotch because I'm depressed, okay? Oh baby. Here's an idea. Maybe Edith's a zombie. Ha ha. Well that would support your military theory and she sure sounded like a zombie in that phone call.

My brain's hurting. Who could have made that call and why are they impersonating Edith? Here's one. Why are they looking for Clive? Alright. I did put that out of that. Maybe it was the State Department and personating Edith trying to get hold of their field operative agent Clive Moody.

Sometimes you can be really cruel. Hey, what are you doing? Making contact with Agent Moody. Why don't you just take an X in the window? Ringing. Ringing no answer. If I still had my car we could go out there.

Hi Karen, Hi Saman. Hi Mom duty. Hi Constable Big B. Well I just wanted to let you know I'll be pushing on. The case is almost closed. Are you sure Troy was in that car?