The Wayward Sculptor Matter (opening cut)

The universal adjustment bureau. Hi, Branch, you've been neglecting me. Yeah, but think of all the trouble that saved me. Now what's that supposed to mean? Oh, I haven't had to. Branch, you've cut me to the quick.

Oh, sure. So, what's the problem? Well... So, I'm lamping already? Hey, no. You know, the last time you said that, I got shot at, danged on the head nearly run over by a truck and I have a dozen other pleasant little things.

So, come clean, Branch, what is it? Johnny, maybe you bet. It'll cost me money. I'll risk it. Okay, then, I'm on my way. The exciting adventure is the b-man with the action back at Spenceacal.

America's fabulous freelance insurance investigator, our truly, Johnny Dollar. Spenceacal submitted by Spenceacal investigator, Johnny Dollar. The Universal Adjustment Bureau home office, Hyperic Connecticut. Following his account of expenses and curves during high investigation of the wayward sculptor matter.

White kid about it, Patrick Rankin had handed me some pretty wild cases from time to time, But they've always paid off. So it's time to come in and want to turn it 20 for a 10 to his office at Universal Adjustment Bureau.

Sit down, Johnny. Make yourself covered away. Yeah, I am, man. Figure it out. Oh, thanks. Here you are. Oh, thank you. Yeah. Well, Johnny, you know that one of our big problems is discerning and prosecuting insurance fraud.

Not only against us, but against the companies we serve. Wow. I should also. Now, what I've called you about is something that's been going on for a long, long time. Okay, what kind of fraud is it this one? We never know.