"Just a second, officer..." She puts you on hold, the static crackling softly like a…

Wait! Before you say anything stupid, think it through!

What's there to think about?

You're going to be looking at a straight jacket if you tell everyone you lost your memory. Be smart about this! Ask if he's there alone.

"10-4, sir, I'm not hearing your question?" the radio operator inquires again.

"Please refer to me with my last name in the future."

"10-9, repeat message! I didn't get that, sir. Over."

"Stop calling me sir and just use my real god damn name, will you?!"

"Sir, I will not have you talk to me in this manner. Over."

SAY MY NAME BITCH! What are you doing, you sound way too aggressive.

You're blowing it.

"Uh..."

"Oldboy, is fucky still at it?! What the hell does he want now?"

"He seems intoxicated and keeps asking me to call him by his name."

"Mullen's drunk and emotionally aggressive. That's new."

"Tell him to sober up and blow himself."

"Wrap it up, don't indulge in his drunken antics!"

"What? What is it? What can he possibly still want from us?!"

"Say. My. Name."

"Sir, I will not have you talk to me in this manner. Over."

"Please just say my name, Jules!"

"I wanted to know if you got my badge's description right in your report. Could you read it to me -- name, rank, date of birth?"

"What? What is it?! He's still on the line?!"

"He wants to verify the information on his badge."

"But of course, it says Dick Mullen -- High General of the Revacholian Cavalry Force."

"Tell him to stop wasting time!"

"What do you need, sir? Over."

"Hold on, are you alone in the room? I need some confidential information about myself."

"That's a negative, sir, I got a 10-12 (Visitors Present) here. Over."

"That's a negative, sir, I got a 10-12 here. Over."

"Any news about my... uhm, family?"

"10-... uh... excuse me, sir? Over."

You probably don't want to continue on this road.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Come again, sir, I didn't get that! 10-9. Over!"

"I just thought you might have heard of them, that's all."

"Uh... No, sir, I haven't. You're not really keen on mentioning your home life, so I've always assumed things weren't that good on that front. Over."

"I'm looking for my address. I don't know where I live."

"10-4. Your address---"

"Hold up, Jules. He doesn't fucking know where he lives?! Did I hear that right?"

"Seems like it, sir."

"No. Fuck him. Don't tell him anything, you understand? He's been hellbound for the gutter, let him have it."

"Sorry, sir. Anything more I can do for you? Over."

"Please refer to me with my full name in the future."

"Yeah, let's wrap this up." (Conclude.)

"Understood, sir. Over."

"Have I ever told you about my life before the RCM?"

"10-4, well that's a..."

"What the fuck does he want now? More attention? A fiver? A parade?"

"No, I think he's requesting personal details of his life." He returns to you. "Officer, you've never shared things of that nature with me. Over."

"Does he actually want something or is he hell-bent on disrupting our work?!"

"He asked if he ever told me about his days before joining the RCM."

"For god's sake, cut this shit out! Tell him to stop wasting time and be a goddamn policeman for a change!"

"Sir, Satellite-Officer Vicquemare says..."

"I heard him."

"So, was there anything else?"

I need information, not fear.

Be smart about this, ask if he's there alone.

"10-4. Your badge should have most of your personal details? Look over that. Over."

"I, uh... I don't have it. My badge."

"Of course. My badge. I can look at my badge that I have." (Lie.)