Conversation · Authority

There! Working class drunk! You know what this means, right?

[Discard thought.]

Case solved!

Who's Dick Mullen now?

I am.

Cracked it. All in a good day's work.

Wait, what did I crack exactly?

What do you mean what did I crack? Look at how working class that drunk is!

It's her husband! The missing husband!

Yes. And you found him. Now go and tell the working class woman. Protect and serve, recruit!

Didn't she repeatedly tell you her husband isn't missing though?

But he is missing. You heard her, the worry in her voice.

Give me champagne! I'm going in.

There's no need for champagne when there's honour, recruit. Go and tell the working class woman what you found right now.

This doesn't add up. I'm only making a fool of myself.

Do marriages make any sense? Does honour? You're not a filthy philosopher, you're an officer of law. It's time to ace this case and not brood over your reputation. We can deal with the perception management later.

This is non-sense. [Discard the thought.]

Not honourable, recruit!! Not honourable at all.

It's... uhm... some third option?

No. Stop goofing around, recruit!

It's the future leader of a proletarian uprising.

No, it's not.

Open and shut. I don't even need to think about this anymore. Goodbye. [Finish thought.]