#Elmore Sheriff

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A Mexican illegal immigrant, who was previously deported from the United States five times, has been arrested after allegedly attempting to kidnap a teenage Alabama girl in a store parking lot around 5:40 p.m. on New Year's Eve, according to officials.

Yordy Centeno Melchor, 31, is charged with second-degree attempted kidnapping and he is being held on a $100,000 bond in connection with the incident.

"It seems as if, when he got in the parking lot, he sort of coaxed the girl, who was trying to move a buggy," Elmore County Sheriff Bill Franklin told Fox News Digital. "And she was in that area or near his vehicle. But he coaxed her into coming over to the vehicle. She's a young girl. She's 17 years old."

Another man nearby apparently saw the girl "in distress" and confronted Melchor, at which point he allegedly fled the scene, and the sheriff's office issued a be-on-the-lookout (BOLO) alert for the area.

The sheriff's office later obtained a search warrant for the suspect's phone, and in his "notes" section he had detailed "what he was going to do," Franklin said.

"He was going to give her $200, and I won't get into the intricacies of that, but he was obviously trying to coax her to get in the car," the sheriff explained.

Officials aren't sure exactly when Melchor wrote the note, but the victim told authorities he showed it to her – possibly as a way to communicate with the girl that he was going to offer her money.

An employee at the store in Holtsville where the incident happened shared video footage from the parking lot with authorities, who were able to find a license plate number for the suspect.

Days later, in a county 30 miles north of Elmore, officials stopped a vehicle matching the one at the crime scene and ran its plates, which matched the suspect vehicle. The driver, Melchor, also matched the suspect's description.

Officials were later able to positively identify the suspect and his prior deportations. They are still working to determine what led Melchor to be deported five separate times. 

Following his arrest, a local woman saw Melchor's mugshot and reported seeing a man with a similar appearance in the girl's bathroom of a Walmart. 

Melchor has ties to San Antonio, Texas, and Shelby County, Alabama. He was known to drive between those two areas visiting family, the sheriff said.

The suspect may face additional charges if authorities can identify any other victims.

Franklin described his officers as a "great group of guys" who "all have the same plight to keep Elmore County safe." He added that Elmore County is not a particularly large or small county, but officials "just don't deal with a lot of" crimes of this nature in the area.

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Sheriff: Illegal Alien Tried to Kidnap Teenage Girl in Alabama Parking Lot

An illegal alien who was previously deported several times is accused of trying to kidnap a teenager in Elmore County, Alabama.

The suspect, identified as 31-year-old Yordy Noe Centeno-Melchor, allegedly approached a 17-year-old girl on December 31 around 5:40 p.m. when she was trying to move a buggy in the parking lot of a Boy’s Store in Holtville, WAKA reported Tuesday, citing Sheriff Bill Franklin.

The suspect allegedly showed the teenager something on his phone before telling her to get into a car. However, a passerby noticed the girl’s confused look. When the person walked over to the suspect he jumped into the car and fled the scene.

After the sheriff’s office obtained surveillance footage of the incident, officials issued a Be On the Lookout (BOLO) notice and were eventually able to arrest the suspect on Friday.

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Woman Enters Idaho Air Force Base with False Credentials

In a recent viral video, Tatiyana Gonzalez, a five-month pregnant mother of two and former spouse of an active-duty Air Force member, found herself in a perilous situation at Mountain Home Air Force Base in Idaho. The incident, captured on video and shared widely on Twitter, has garnered 31 million views in just one day.

Attempted Entry with False Credentials

The video begins with Gonzalez attempting to enter the Air Force base using invalid credentials, including a dependent identification, driver's license, and registration. The gatekeeper, Tech Sgt. Ryan Green of the 366th Security Forces Squadron, intercepts her, recognizing the discrepancy in her documents. https://twitter.com/crazyclipsonly/status/1743930473599184968

High-Risk Traffic Stop

As Gonzalez tries to flee, the situation escalates. Tech Sgt. Green initiates a high-risk traffic stop due to the perceived threat she poses. A barrier prevents her escape, leading to a tense confrontation between Gonzalez and the security forces.

Dramatic Window Smash

The intensity peaks when Green smashes Gonzalez's car window, urging her to exit the vehicle. Gonzalez, visibly distressed and citing her pregnancy, protests vehemently. Green accuses her of committing a felony, setting the stage for a contentious exchange.

Air Force's Response

Surprisingly, the Air Force is not conducting a separate investigation into the incident. An internal use-of-force review concluded that Tech Sgt. Ryan Green acted within standard procedures during the encounter, raising questions about the protocol followed in such situations.

Legal Ramifications for Gonzalez

Gonzalez faces serious charges, including violating registration provisions, eluding a peace officer, and endangering a child. Her two young children were present in the car during the attempted escape. She was detained by the Elmore County Sheriff’s Office and released on June 28, pending court resolution of the charges.

Conclusion

This viral video has sparked widespread discussion and concern about the use of force in such situations. The contrasting perspectives on the incident highlight the complexities surrounding security procedures, especially when pregnant women and young children are involved. As the legal proceedings unfold, the public remains keenly interested in the outcome of this dramatic event at the Idaho Air Force Base. Read the full article

[newsdailynow]

Woman arrested after car chase ends in Durango

Newsdailynow-- October 14, 2020

Amanda Lembach is being held on a $25,000 bond -- A woman was arrested Thursday on suspicion of leading law enforcement on a chase that started in southwest La Plata County and ended in the 300 block of South Camino del Rio in Durango after a crash.

A car chase ended Wednesday night south of downtown Durango with the arrest of a La Plata County woman.

The driver was identified as Amanda Lembach, 35, who was arrested earlier this month on suspicion offirst-degree arson for a barn fire that resulted in $125,000 in damages.

La Plata County Sheriff’s Office spokesman Chris Burke said the chase started in southeast La Plata County on Southern Ute lands, with deputies assisting once the vehicle reached Elmore’s Corner, east of Durango.

The chase continued into Durango, where authorities used spike strips near the 300 block of South Camino del Rio, Burke said. Colorado State Patrol was then able to disable the vehicle near Bodo Industrial Park.

Lembach, 35, was taken into custody around 10 p.m. on suspicion of retaliation against a witness, vehicular eluding, obstruction, resisting arrest and third-degree assault.

She was being held on $25,000 bail.

Lembach was arrested Oct. 6 on suspicion of setting fire to a barn in the 2500 block of County Road 502, northwest of Bayfield. La Plata County Judge Anne Woods issued a personal recognizance bond, which means she was released from jail without being required to post any money.

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The Cramps - Shombalor (1992) Aki Aleong / Elmore Sheriff Sheriff and The Ravels Cover from: "Blues Fix" (EP)

Personnel: Lux Interior: Vocals Poison Ivy Rorschach: Guitar Slim Chance: Bass Jim Sclavunos: Drums

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Sheriff and The Ravels - Shombalor (1958): https://tmblr.co/ZoHQpk2RYFTna

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#smutember2020 Day 5 -  First time

Elmore Evans x Phoebe Oakley (from Lies of the Sheriff Evans)

Notes:

Read the manga here: https://mangadex.org/title/21685/lies-of-the-sheriff-evans-dead-or-love

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Cross-posted on:

Pillowfort: https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1712779

Twitter: https://twitter.com/gwenynbright/status/1302769363087319042

[comicsin5panels]

Manga-Mania May: Hoankan Evans no Uso

It ain't no fun being a poor lonesome cowboy.

Elmore Evans is the toughest gunslinger the wild west has ever seen. Sheriff of Markwest City, he fights injustice with a stern face and a quick hand. Highly respected by lawmen and bounty hunters, feared like plague by criminals.

To bad Evans doesn't want respect. Just a girlfriend. That's actually why he became sheriff to begin with, so he could impress the ladies.

But being a lawman makes it difficult for our hero to get a date. Heck, sometimes his job what prevents him from getting one. But mostly it is his many lies and his father's terrible dating advises that truly ruins his chances of getting familiar with the other sex.

This series has perfected the art of deadpan humor. Evans keep a straight face while trying to read the room, hoping that he is in a situation where he can actually flirt as well as not moving a muscle on his face when he realizes that he remains single.

It's a riot to watch Evans do one awkward thing after another, then excuse it for being something only a hard-ass guy like him would do in order to save face. But the constant lies are 85% of the time the very reason to why he won't get anywhere with his romantic life... if he had one to begin with.

My favorite chapters are the ones with Phoebe Oakley. She is a bounty hunter and almost as good a gunman as Evans. AND she is as awkward as him. The two of them has been interested in each other for years, but they both screw up what could possibly be the beginning of flirting. It's adorably hilarious. Chapter 12 is especially good, a real treat.

A funny romance(?) manga with some Western action as well. HIGHLY recommended.

That's one down, 11 to go.

I'm Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

[summersnow82]

Somethin' Bad - Part 15

Author's Note: Hello, my lovelies! I hope you're having a relaxing, slow Thanksgiving Break! Thanks for hanging in here with me.

A big thank you to Tumbler user @jiahn for bringing it to my attention Travis Hackett was originally intended to be a lover of romance novels. I'm totally going to utilize that.

TW: Y'all, I had a hard time writing Constance, especially her interactions with Travis this go. I don't know if it's because I'm a mom, too, or what, but it was a struggle. Limited language, but still may be hard to read for some folks

Part 15

Annabelle had meant what she’d said to Travis: she did have a pot roast ready to go in the oven, and laundry to finish. After all, she was working with a severely limited supply of clothing, and as much fun as raiding Travis’ wardrobe – and his reaction – was she couldn’t quite bring herself to don his briefs. Once the roast was in the oven (she missed cooking!) and the laundry was running (thank God for modern conveniences!) she headed back to his bedroom.

Travis’ headboard was the kind with a built in bookshelf, and he’d utilized every bit of space. More Louis L’Amour coupled with Agatha Christie’s Hercules Poirot novels; Elmore Leonard and a few old Perry Mason paperbacks; a compilation of Flannery O’Conner’s short stories and a Dean Koontz novel that looked untouched. Annabelle took each book out carefully, mindful of the order they’d come in, and unearthed the books behind the ones Travis had on display. He’d pressed them flat against the back of the shelf instead of spine out like the books she’d just removed, as if he were intentionally hiding them from the casual glance.

Again, cautious of the order they were stored in, Annabelle removed them, casting a careful eye to the bedroom door. If Travis caught her now she was sure he’d be irate at best, and furious at worst. He’d hidden these books for a reason, and after glancing at a few of the covers she began to develop a theory as to why.

Beautiful women in billowing dresses with slits up the side, and barely covered, heaving bosoms reclined in the arms of scantily clad, well built men. Annabelle had seen more than her fair share of bodice ripper romances on her college roommate’s desk, but she’d never seen a man reading one. Annabelle grinned at the thought of her surly, brusque sheriff curling up to read about beautiful men and women working through built-up sexual tension, warring personalities, and eventual deep, passionate, forever love.

Travis has a soft side, she thought almost giddily, returning to the other books she’d unearthed. The others had more subdued covers: a handsome cowboy, and a lovely blonde in a high-neck lace dress with her hair piled high; a dark haired World War Two nurse in the arms of a striking sailor; a cute, nerdy guy casting a longing glance at a sexy red-head. Each book was well worn, and upon flipping through each, she noticed someone had dog-eared several pages she assumed were favorite parts; some were red hot, leaving her feeling flushed, while others were tender and sweet.

It was incredibly endearing.

Her investigation led her to several conclusions about her stoic sheriff: He was a covert romantic, he seemed to prefer the forced proximity/ arranged marriage tropes the most, and the historical romances set on the frontier and during World War Two seemed to be his favorite. From what she could gather, most of the heroes were about brooding, silent types who fell for feisty, warm women who often were in need of rescuing – that one hit a bit too close to home, but she tucked that thought away for later. Her last, perhaps most important revelation however, was Travis felt the need to hide these books.

These clearly well-loved, well-read books she imagined brought him great comfort and joy were either an embarrassment to him, or a source of shame. She was still pondering this when a loud banging came from the front door, startling her out of her reverie. Quickly and efficiently, Annabelle slid each book back in the exact spot she’d found it while the pounding on the door grew in intensity.

In her experience, there were two types of people who wailed on a door like this: someone in great fear with desperate need, or someone with ill intent. Annabelle was weighing her options when a woman’s shriek came from the opposite side of the door, and while her words were slightly muffled, her intentions became alarmingly clear. Annabelle’s skin goose-pimpled, and the hair on her arms raised as she considered her options: hide, arm herself with whatever she could find, or swing the door open and confront this threat head on. Annabelle, while impulsive, wasn’t a fool – there was no way she was going to that door unarmed.

“I know you’re in there, you little whore! Open up, or I swear I’ll break this door down.”

Annabelle didn’t know many people in North Kill, but from what she did know she’d hazard a guess Travis’ mama, Sean’s ex-judge, jury, and jailer, was the lunatic on the other side of the door. This knowledge and the woman’s screaming threat caused an odd calm to settle over Annabelle. It was the kind of calm someone gets when they’ve encountered enough aggression, hostility, and violence in their lifetime such things become disturbingly normal. Annabelle had faced her fair share of monsters, both human and supernatural, and the shrieking woman on the other side of the door ranked as more of a nuisance than an actual threat now that Annabelle’s fight response was kicking in. A wicked half grin slid over her features as she braced herself for the coming battle.

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Normally, when a prisoner showered in the North Kill station an officer stood vigilante while maintaining a respectful distance for optimum privacy and security. Travis’ standards had relaxed dramatically with his current “prisoner.” Half the time Sean seemed oblivious to his presence, rubbing a hand over his face, and staring off into space with a pensive expression; the rest of the time he was remarkably respectful and genuinely friendly. He’d ask Travis about his tastes in food, music, and literature with honest curiosity, and could hold a thoughtful, meaningful conversation while making Travis feel important and valued.

It was the weirdest freaking thing Travis had ever experienced, and he hunted werewolves.

Sean was currently enthralled in a description of time travel, alternating theories, his current hypothesis, and the data he’d collected thus far with all of his “down time,” as he called it. Travis was sitting on a bench, head in his hands, bored out of his mind; Annabelle was right, it did give him a headache.

So when his cell phone went off he had to stifle every urge inside him to shout hallelujah for an excuse to step out of the room. “Yes, Mrs. Thatcher? Everything all right?” Emily Thatcher was his elderly neighbor, a widow with three grown children spread out over the country, a bonafide gossip, and the winner of the church pound cake competition every year since 1972. A phone call from her wasn’t unusual, but the timbre her voice currently held sure was.

“Oh, honey, you need to come home right now. Your mother - .” He didn’t hear anything else after that, and he didn’t need to.

Your mother.

Travis felt chilled and nauseous imagining his mother within twenty feet of Annabelle. His Annabelle. His. She’ll kill her, he thought in a panic, breaking into a run for his cruiser. She’ll kill her the way she killed… he pushed the thought from his head. He had to focus and get home; he could recount his mother’s sins another time, but right now keeping Annabelle safe was all that mattered.

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It was worse than he’d anticipated when Travis got home. His father’s old pickup was parked in his front lawn – his lawn, not his driveway – and his mother was banging on the front door so hard he was surprised it hadn’t caved in. His father and Bobby stood off to the side like glorified lackeys, and if they hadn’t been men he deeply loved and respected he would’ve hated them for just fueling his mother’s insanity.

“Open up, you little bitch, or I swear I’ll burn this shack to the ground.”

Travis felt another piece of him break because he knew his mother meant it – she would burn his house down – hell, she’d burn the whole town down if it meant keeping him to herself. Because “family was the most important thing in the world.”

It was suffocating, exhausting, and spirit-breaking.

Travis stepped out of his car to face his raging mother when the front door swung wide open. Annabelle’s eyes narrowed as she levied the double barrel shotgun at the smaller woman. “I don’t know who you are, lady, but take your crazy back where you came from before I give the lawn a paint job.”

Travis froze. There was no hesitation or fear in Annabelle’s demeanor; gone was his feisty songbird, and in her place stood a fierce, take-no-prisoners warrior who would pull the trigger if given a reason.

Maybe, just maybe she’d been telling him the truth about herself all this time.

“You lower that gun, little miss,” his father called out, seemingly unbothered by her threat. “You’re on Hackett property.”

Annabelle didn’t move, and her resolve didn’t break. Instead, a slow, menacing smile slid over her pretty features. Oh, shit.

“Ma,” Travis called, and he was thankful his voice remained steady – the rest of him certainly didn’t feel it. All eyes turned to him, except Annabelle’s – hers stayed right on Constance. His father looked irritated, Bobby looked confused and a bit sad, but his mother looked unhinged. The slew of expletives she began to spit at him were nothing new, but it was the first time she’d christened his home with such colorful language.

“How dare you… we’re toiling away, and you’re living it up with this Twinkie… after all the sacrifices we made for you… ungrateful, good for nothing…”

He’d heard it all before; memorized it line and verse. Travis could recite every ill thought his mother had ever spewed his way so well it was the voice he heard when he closed his eyes at night. He had never been good enough, never would be good enough for her, and his father, for whatever reason, stood there and let her say it.

Like he approved. Like he agreed. Travis couldn’t decide which was worse – her abuse or his silence.

Bobby… well, he couldn’t much fault Bobby. He was the favored child before his accident in Afghanistan; loved by everyone, Bobby was the quarterback in high school with his sights set on playing in college, and then maybe the NFL. He had the talent, the drive, the build, and the support of his family to pursue it, and the encouragement from every doe-eyed teenage girl and aging football enthusiast. Robert Hackett was going to put North Kill on the map with his talent.

Bobby had something else, though: deep admiration and respect for his oldest brother. From the moment he could walk, Bobby was constantly at Travis’ side aching for any attention or affection his hero would offer him. When Travis graduated high school he enlisted in the Army – an outright act of defiance towards his mother. He returned home out of guilt and obligation, joining the police force because it suited his skill set better than anything else North Kill had to offer. He knew his brothers were proud of him, but he had no idea Bobby was rethinking his future plans, viewing Travis’ route as one of honor and self-sacrifice.

Their mother went ballistic when Bobby announced he’d enlisted “just like Travis.” He was going to make a difference “just like Travis.” He’d make them proud “just like Travis.” So when Bobby’s unit was hit with a roadside bomb and Bobby came home forever changed… well, Constance knew exactly where to point her finger and lash her blame.

“Are you listening to me, Travis Hackett? I am speaking to you.”

“More like screaming,” Annabelle said, and their words brought Travis back to the drama unfolding on his front lawn. His mother turned her eyes back to Annabelle, launching into another display of her disapproval.

Travis didn’t have many boundaries with his family – they tended to bulldoze right through them – but he was thankful now he’d never given them a key to his home. He cringed internally at the idea of Constance walking in and catching Annabelle unaware.

Just a few hours ago he’d left her with a tender kiss goodbye, and now she was pointing a gun at his mother. Something about the odd combination made his affection for her grow. His mother spat another vile sentiment his way again, but he didn’t hear it as he moved past the men in his family, his dark eyes set intently on the brunette.

“Are you all right?” He asked softly, sliding a hand around her waist and pressing his cheek to hers so only she could hear him. She made an affirming noise with a slight nod, but the gun remained poised at his mother.

His mother. His mother who was angry and stupid enough she might actually try to wrangle it away from Annabelle if he didn’t resolve this quickly. Constance may have broken his heart more times than he could count, but he didn’t want to see her hurt.

“Lower the gun.” He said, but she didn’t move. He repeated his words again more firmly this time. “Lower the gun.” Still nothing. Travis felt his frustration shift to the stubborn brunette. “Belle,” he said softly, raising a hand to the gun’s barrel, testing Annabelle’s resolve as he pressed down gently.

She tensed at his use of her nickname – he’d never said it before. “If she charges me I’m taking her down,” Annabelle promised. Loud enough for Constance to hear her, as if she was issuing a warning. The older woman had the nerve to smirk in response. The warning suddenly felt like she’d thrown down a gauntlet. Travis sighed. “We will discuss this later, Sheriff,” Annabelle assured him, finally turning her dark eyes his way as the gun barrel lowered.

“I promise.” She hesitated, finally relinquishing her hold on the shotgun, and casting a withering glare in his mother’s direction.

Constance looked like the cat who ate the canary as she grinned up at Annabelle. “Good boy, Travis. Now, get this hussy’s things, and Bobby and Pa will take her to the bus station while we have a nice chat.” Constance’s voice held a victory tune, but Travis wasn’t quite willing to concede. Not yet.

“Ma,” he began.

“Now, Travis. You’ve given your neighbors enough to discuss.” Her voice was saccharine sweet, but her words stung. He’d given?

“An… Alice is staying, Ma,” he said, stumbling to remember Annabelle’s alias. His mother would read it as weakness, which he supposed was better than telling her the truth.

“No, Travis.” Constance shook her head. “You’ve had your fun. Now be a good boy, and,” she cut her eyes to Annabelle, “take out the trash.”

To her credit, Annabelle didn’t seem bothered by Constance’s name calling, but a brow was raised as she cocked her head to the side, eyeing the older woman as if she was studying her for vulnerabilities. Travis closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. This all felt too familiar, too painful. “C’mon, little miss,” Jedediah called from where he stood looking deeply bored. “Travis can send you your things, but we’ve got things to do.”

No one expected Annabelle to laugh, and the whole Hackett clan reeled as if she’d slapped them. “Y’all are a real piece of work, you know that?” She asked, chuckling and shaking her head. “I mean, wow. Just wow. You come here with a whole new level of crazy, order your grown son to send me packing, and expect me to actually get in a car with two men I don’t know? The audacity.” She laughed again.

Jedediah frowned, glaring at Travis as if he’d somehow spoken through Annabelle. “You will get in this car, missy, and you will not speak to my wife like that again.”

Annabelle’s smile dropped. “It will be a cold day in hell before I go anywhere with you,” she declared. “And I will speak to ‘your wife’ however I deem fit after her ludicrous display just now.”

“Wow,” Bobby piped in with genuine disbelief. “She sure knows a lot of words, Travis.” He turned to his dad. “I don’t think she wants to come with us, Pa.”

“No, Bobby, she doesn’t,” Travis said, meeting his brother’s eyes. Even now he still looked at Travis with something akin to awe. He turned back to his mother to see her eyes firmly locked on Annabelle, like a snake planning to strike.

“Now you listen to me, you ugly little slut,” Constance sneered, thrusting a finger in Annabelle’s direction. “You get into that damn truck right now, or my Bobby will drag you by the hair all the way to the state line.”

“Ma, stop it.” It was meant as a warning, but Travis was afraid it sounded like a plea.

Annabelle cocked her head to the side, and pursed her lips like she was considering the offer. “Bobby’ll do it because…,” she trailed off, flashing Constance a grin. “Because you can’t?”

Travis groaned. Bait, set, trap. He saw his mother lunge forward, a primal scream erupting from her throat as she launched herself at the taller brunette. Annabelle’s body tensed, ready to fight, but before she could do anything Travis was in front of her, arms spread as he blocked his mother. The loud crack of Constance’s hand rang out, and he heard Annabelle gasp behind him in surprise as he took the slap intended for her. Neither woman had expected his interference, and for a moment everything was still.

Travis met his mother’s gaze, stars still spinning around his head. He searched her face as she looked back at him, her features devoid of shock or repentance – all she had for him was fury. Cold, hard, bitter fury; it was the same look she’d given him as a child before each beating, and he didn’t have to guess what was coming next.

[rachelkaser]

Masonry Monday: The Case of the Angry Mourner

A playboy is shot in a remote cabin (near where Perry Mason is vacationing, natch) after getting aggressive with the wrong girl. But it’s her skittish mother who’s accused of doing the deed.

Who’s Who

Perry Mason’s client: Belle Adrian, who does everything she can -- including disturb a crime scene -- to defend her daughter

The victim: Mark Cushing, a womanizer whose fast lifestyle eventually caught up with him, in more ways than one

Suspects: Carla Adrian, Belle’s daughter, who was assaulted by Cushing while trapped in his house and fought back Nora Fleming, Cushing’s cook and housekeeper, who seems flighty but may know more than she’s letting on Marion Keats, the titular angry mourner, who had a relationship with Cushing and wasn’t pleased with his skirt-chasing Sam Burris, Cushing’s next-door neighbor, who was swindled by the victim in a business deal gone awry Betsy Burris, Sam’s wife, who’s a little too eager to spy on her neighbors with binoculars at 2 a.m. Harvey Delano, Carla’s boyfriend and the owner of the gun used to kill Cushing

The Murder

It’s late at night, in beautiful Bear Valley, California. In a cabin in the woods, a man and a woman sit watching films on a projector. The films are of the man, Mark Cushing, doing various stunts -- and apparently he’s done one too many, as he’s in a wheelchair with his leg in a cast. As the film runs out, the woman, Carla Adrian, uncomfortably tries to leave, saying the rain has stopped. Mark grabs her as she attempts to evade him, forcefully kisses her, and tears her blouse. She gives him an epic death glare and starts hitting him.

Sometime later, in the neighboring cabin, Sam Burris wakes with a start. Rousing his wife, Betsy, he says he heard a shot and breaking glass coming from Cushing’s cabin. They then both hear a woman scream. At Sam’s urging, Betsy gets her binoculars to look through the window, and sees a shattered window. She also sees an older woman poking around. She calls Sam over, and identifies the woman as Belle Adrian. Betsy urges Sam to call the police, which Sam is initially reluctant to do, saying that Belle wouldn’t do anything criminal. By the time she convinces him, Belle is gone. He goes downstairs to call anyway.

Sheriff Elmore and his deputies are inspecting the cabin -- the Sheriff looks at the dead body of Cushing. A deputy finds a broken piece of a small mirror on the floor by the projector. Sam Burris arrives, and the Sheriff takes him aside to talk. He asks Sam to recount what happened, and Sam says he doesn’t know who screamed. The Sheriff asks if Sam is holding anything back, as he knows Sam didn’t like Cushing over a failed business deal -- Sam says it was a swindle. The Sheriff lets him go, and tells Sam to drive carefully, as the roads are still wet from the rain and they want to preserve the tire tracks.

Enter Perry Mason, Attorney at Law

Very early the next morning, Belle Adrian arrives at another cabin near hers and knocks on the door. A sleepy Perry Mason quickly throws on a bathrobe and answers. She introduces herself as his cabin neighbor and asks if he can see her for advice. While bewildered, Mason admits Belle. She explains that Mark Cushing, who Perry had met previously, was murdered the night before. She also says that her daughter, Carla, had dinner at Cushing’s cabin that night. She recounts what Sam and Betsy heard, and Mason asks her if Carla and Cushing were alone. They were, Belle says, after Cushing’s cook, Nora Fleming, left for the night.

Perry asks what time Carla left, and Belle says around 11:30. Mason says the police likely won’t bother her as long as she tells the truth. Belle protests that it’s not the police she’s worried about: She’s worried that, because the Burrises, who reported the crime, heard a woman scream -- and because Cushing has a reputation as a wolf -- that the newspaper who report the crime will make insinuations about Carla. Mason isn’t sure what she wants him to do, and she says she wants him to help find the woman who really screamed, so they’ll focus on her and not Carla. He refers her to Paul Drake and calls Paul’s office to ask him to come up and help.

Suddenly, the Sheriff’s car pulls up to Mason’s cabin. Belle is flustered, saying she was hoping not to have to talk to him yet. The Sheriff enters and apologizes to Perry for interrupting his morning, but wishes to speak to Belle. He says he already spoke to Carla and asks why Belle rushed to see Mason, who explains that he’s advising her. She explains that she wants to find the other woman in the case to divert attention from Carla, and the Sheriff asks if she knew about the murder before Sam told her. Belle says she didn’t. The Sheriff asks when Carla came home. Belle repeats 11:30.

The Sheriff points out that they found Carla’s car, and it was on wet ground: The car tire blew after the rain started, meaning Carla couldn’t have come home before 1 am. When Belle tries to backtrack, Perry tells her to not say anymore until the Sheriff is done talking. He tells her that there are two sets of women’s footprints on the rain-soaked road: One leading from Carla’s car to Cushing’s house and back, and one leading from the Adrian house to Cushing’s house and back. Belle denies leaving the tracks, but neither Mason nor the Sheriff are convinced, which Mason impresses on her after the Sheriff leaves.

The Investigation

Della Street drives up to Perry’s cabin in all her luminous beauty, protesting that her boss is supposed to be on vacation. Paul managed to beat her there by chartering a plane. He tells her about the murder and says Perry has asked for the license plate of every car in the area. Della says the area is packed, as there’s a water carnival happening that weekend. Perry agrees and says that’s why they need Della’s help. Realizing that Perry’s serious about the case, Della decides she’s going to need breakfast first.

Later, Perry drives to the Adrian cabin, where Belle greets him and introduces him to Carla and Carla’s boyfriend, Harvey Delano. She hands him the receipt of what the Sheriff confiscated with the search warrant, including a pair of shoes, Carla’s torn blouse, and a compact with a broken mirror. Belle explains that they found pieces of the broken mirror at Cushing’s, and the compact was stuffed in one of Carla’s riding boot. Both protest they don’t know how it got there. The Sheriff arrives and informs them when Cushing’s funeral will be, not that anyone present is interested in attending.

Mason asks the Sheriff to clarify the geography of the three cabins. He draws a crude map with the Sheriff’s help. Cushing’s cabin is between the Burris and Adrian cabins, and there are several sets of foot prints. Carla’s car was on the road between the Cushing and Adrian cabins. There are women’s footprints leading to the car and back from the Cushing cabin, from the Adrian cabin to the Cushing cabin and back, a set going from the Burris cabin to the car, and the Burris cabin to the Cushing cabin and back. All of the prints are women’s shoes, except for those leading to and from the Burris cabin to Cushing’s, which are Sam’s.

The Sheriff reveals what he came for: He shows them a gun and asks if they recognize it. It’s Harvey’s, and he loaned it to Carla. She kept it in the glove compartment of her car. The Sheriff says they believe it was the murder weapon, and it was found in the brush near the tracks that led to the Cushing cabin. Belle’s eyes go wide when she realizes that means the Sheriff now suspects her. He also tells her they found blood and particles of glass embedded in the soles of the shoes they confiscated. He arrests Belle for murder.

Back in L.A., Paul asks what the point is of going through the cars that were in Bear Valley. Perry says that they might find one of those cars at Cushing’s funeral in town, and adds that the woman who screamed must have known Cushing, if she was in his house so late. One of Paul’s operatives called: There were two women at the funeral whose cars were also in Bear Valley. Of the two, the attractive, young woman seems like the likelier candidate. Her name is Marion Keats, and Perry and Paul go to visit her L.A. address.

Cut to Ms. Keats’ apartment, where she looks sad and tired. She admits Perry, but is instantly furious on realizing who he is. She tells him to leave, and he hands her a subpoena for the preliminary hearing. Back at the office, Paul found the night clerk at Keats’ apartment building and got more dirt: Keats got a phone call from Bear Valley at 10:20 p.m. the night of the murder, and the night clerk heard the other party say one word: “Yes.” Ten minutes later, Keats left in her car. She registered in a hotel in Bear Valley at 3:20 a.m., but it’s a 3-hour drive from L.A. That means there are roughly two hours of her trip unaccounted for.

The Hearing

At the Bear Valley courthouse, the district attorney, Darwin Hale, introduces himself to Mason and says it’s a pleasure to oppose him in court. Cut to the case in progress, and Hale calls Nora Fleming to the stand. Nora flounces up and is sworn in. Della whispers to Perry that such an attractive woman was not hired just to clean and cook. Nora testifies that she served dinner for Cushing and Carla at 10:15. She also identifies the torn blouse as the one Carla was wearing that night, but it wasn’t torn when she saw it. Perry declines to cross-examine.

The judge calls for the noon adjournment, and Keats shoots Mason a haughty look on the way out. He hands Paul a note and says, “Right away.” A spectator named Hazel goes over to Betsy Burris to gossip loudly. Betsy accidentally lets slip that she knows more than she’s said. As Betsy zips it and runs, Hazel goes over the blab to Sheriff Elmore. Sometime later, the Sheriff brings Betsy into Hale’s office, where Hale tells her he knows she’s holding back and urges her to tell the whole story. After a bit of prodding, Betsy does.

In Perry’s cabin, Paul joins Della and Perry for lunch. He says that the call to Keats came from a service station near Cushing’s house, but they don’t know who called. The police also found a thumbprint on Carla’s car for which they can’t account. Perry wonders if they could get Keats’s driver’s license, which will have her thumbprint on it. Paul says he’ll see what he can do. Later, an operative of Paul’s dressed as a cop pulls Marion over and asks to see her license. He discreetly compares the thumbprint: It’s not a match.

Back in court, Mason cross-examines the Sheriff. He asks about the fingerprints on the car, and the Sheriff mentions the unidentified thumbprint. Hale objects, but the judge says the crime is too serious to leave loose ends, and asks the Sheriff to show the print to the court. Mason submits it as evidence. He also asks the Sheriff whether the glass in the soles of Belle’s shoes was tested, and the Sheriff says it was, with spectroscopic analysis, but it wasn’t conclusive: The only glass in the room that wasn’t common, everyday glass was from the broken lavender vase, and there was none of that in Belle’s shoes.

Hale next calls Betsy Burris to the stand. Della whispers to Mason that the print isn’t Keats’. Mason tells her to tell Paul to try Nora Fleming’s print next. On the stand, Hale asks Betsy to recount what she saw on the night of the murder. She does, fidgeting the whole time, saying what she saw and heard that night. She says she doesn’t know who the screaming woman was, but she admits to seeing Belle there shortly after. Perry, shocked, looks over at Belle, who couldn’t look more guilty if she tried. He asks for a recess to talk to her, and the judge agrees.

The Defense

In a side chamber, Perry lets Belle have it for lying to him and withholding facts. He asks if she killed Cushing, and she swears through tears that she didn’t. She became worried late that night when Carla’s car was still gone, and she, too, heard the woman scream. She rushed to Cushing’s, thinking it was Carla, found the back door open, and found Cushing’s body. She found the compact in the room and took it, and wiped down some glasses and other evidence to try and protect Carla. Mason tells her this case couldn’t possibly look much worse for her.

During Sam Burris’s testimony, he also says he saw Belle through the binoculars. Hale asks why he didn’t say so, and Burris says he wasn’t asked (never thought I’d see someone seriously try that in court). Hale asks what he saw when he went to the crime scene, and Burris says that, besides the body and glass, he saw the projector setup, an ashtray and a glass with lipstick on it. Hale says he doesn’t approve of Burris’s reticence, and says he won’t object if Mason destroys him on cross-examination. Perry, to everyone’s surprise, says he has no questions for the witness at this time.

Hale rests the prosecution’s case, and reminds the judge that this is just a preliminary hearing. Mason still wishes to present a defense, and calls as his first witness Marion Keats. Keats steps up with an unexpected guest: Her own lawyer, Mr. Lansing, who objects to Mason calling her. He claims that Keats is completely uninvolved, and Mason is calling on her to redirect public attention away from his client. The judge says this is a serious charge, but Mason insists on Keats’ testimony and the judge has to allow it. Della comes in and whispers that the thumbprint does belong to Nora Fleming.

Lansing assures Keats he will object to any questions Mason asks, but Mason protests to the court that she’s obviously a hostile witness. When he tries to question her, Lansing protests that he (Mason) is on a fishing expedition. Mason tells them exactly what he thinks: Keats was in love with Cushing, and was so jealous she had Nora Fleming phone her whenever he entertained another woman. As Lansing tries to protest, Mason says she and Nora found Carla’s car, and one of them walked to Cushing’s house and was the woman the Burrises heard screaming. At his continued pressing, Keats finally breaks...

In Summation

I had to cut this recap off a little early, only because, if I were to describe much further, it would give away who the murderer was even if I didn’t outright say it. After last week, I want to be very careful about spoilers. Also, just for the record, the headings in the Masonry Monday posts will be very a la carte: I’ll swap them in and out where appropriate, but they won’t follow the same schedule from week to week.

First, I would love to shout out the appearance of a young, pre-I Dream of Jeannie Barbara Eden in this episode. She makes a memorable appearance here despite not having many scenes: That absolutely murderous look she gives Cushing after he tears her blouse, right before she starts wailing on him, is one of the best single shots in the entire series. Out of the two of them, I can understand why the community thinks Carla is more likely to be the murderer than her nervous, easily flustered mother.

I liked this mystery more than I have some of the previous ones. First, we get a case that takes us outside L.A., but doesn’t present the same kind of small-town corruption as in “Drowning Duck.” Hale’s one of the better non-Burger DAs with whom Mason duels. We also get to see Perry navigate some complicated legal waters, especially when a key witness brings in another lawyer to oppose him. He also manages to grasp the truth with only one or two key pieces of evidence -- and, in this case, the lack of certain items is the real giveaway.

Poor Belle Adrian is probably Perry’s most unhelpful client yet, but I can see why she didn’t admit to Perry that she was present at the crime scene. Unlike Mrs. Kimber, who merely fainted, grabbed the gun and ran; Mrs. Adrian actively destroyed evidence. I’m reminded of when Fran in “Sulky Girl” fretted about Mason refusing to defend them if he knew the truth. But, as Perry has said before, it’s more important to tell him the absolute truth and let him handle the rest.

And handle it he does. While I don’t think the prosecution’s case is a particularly solid one -- they didn’t even have definitive evidence that Belle herself was at the scene until the Burrises flipped -- Perry manages to catch the culprit with little more than a fingerprint and a few conspicuously missing pieces of evidence. While the case can be a bit convoluted, I still think he does as good a job as is possible here considering how obstructive Belle unintentionally is.

This is also an episode with well-played small roles. Nora Fleming only appears in one scene, but her breathy, dramatic testimony is still pretty memorable. The judge’s actor, Jamie Forster, isn’t even credited, and yet he gets a chance to show the judge as very fair, wanting to give the defense every chance to succeed. Even Mark Cushing is memorable, considering we see him onscreen for all of three minutes before he’s killed. Ordinarily I wouldn’t approve of beating the crap out of someone in a wheelchair, but I think anyone would agree he had it coming.

As much as I like the case, I admit some of the background isn’t exactly clear to me. If everyone knows that the victim was a womanizing scumbag, and Carla has a boyfriend, then why did she have dinner with him at his house? Why did he give her an engraved gold compact? Also, what is Nora Fleming’s role in the house? Della insinuates that Cushing hired her to have another attractive woman around -- or at least I think that’s what she’s insinuating -- and yet Keats trusted her to be a spy in Cushing’s house.

Still, one of the other great parts of the episode is the expanding camaraderie between the three leads. Della and Paul don’t hesitate to jump to Perry’s aid, even when he’s ostensibly on a vacation and three hours away from their stomping ground. They eat and hang out together, with Della even teasing Paul on his appetite. I may agree with Erle Stanley Gardner, in that the cases should get the focus more than the main characters. But I do think the occasional hint to their great friendship and working relationships lends some warmth to the show that it might otherwise lack.

The Verdict

Judgement: ⚖⚖⚖ (three scales out of four) Mason manages to pull a win out of a case despite the opposition of the DA, the obfuscation of every witness, and even the dishonesty of his client. It’s Perry Mason doing his job well, even if I wish some parts of the mystery were better explained.

[leverage-ot3]

notable moments from The Bank Shot Job

leverage 1.05

I decided I’m also going to start highlighting meta material in these posts for reference reasons (like for fics, headcanons, meta, etc)

I’m colorcoading by what character the meta pertains to btw

Clerk: Hello, Judge Roy.

Judge Roy: [slaps her ass] Hey, sweetheart.

Frank: Can I help you, your honor?

Judge Roy: Yes, Fred. Her phone number?

Frank: It's Frank. And she's 19, sir.

Judge Roy: That's too bad. She got a younger sister

diSgUsTiNG

- - - - -

Hardison: No. No more. We gotta talk to Nate. No more rip deals. They take too damn long.

Parker (ripping paper): That's why they're called "Rip Deals". You have to convince them they're getting a deal before you can rip them off.

Hardison: Two weeks. Two weeks sleeping in crappy hotels. Two weeks eating in crappy diners. Two weeks having my soul sucked dry. It's 107 degrees. Who lives where it's 107 degrees?

Parker: Juan's not so bad. I kinda like this town

I wanna see that domestic shit of them sharing hotel rooms and eating the continental breakfasts and dingy diners and everything about them living in rundown hotels for two weeks

- - - - -

Hardison: You know, I had to retask two satellites just to get a lousy internet connection. Took more than an hour to torrent the last episode of Doctor Who.

Parker: Hey! Illegal downloading's wrong. (lights paper on fire in trash can)

that’s it. that’s their relationship.

- - - - -

Hardison: How we coming on the breakdown?

Eliot (loading truck elsewhere): Fake addresses are shut down. Post office boxes are closed. The phones are cleared. Five more minutes, we never existed

bruh those props ??? I wish I had a screenshot but wtf where they DOING for the con ???

- - - - -

Hardison: Want me to call the Delgado family, tell them the news?

Eliot: Nah. Soon as I clear county line I want to do it. I just wish we could do more than bankrupt that corrupt son of a bitch

eliot is so good you guys im-

- - - - -

Nate: Get out. Now.

Hardison: Is he talking to us?

Parker: An unmarked van parked across the street from a bank that's being robbed? Yeah. I think he's talking to us.

Hardison: Yeah, well, five more feet and he would have been in the clear. What the hell was he thinking?

Parker: Don't be an idiot, Hardison.

Hardison: What?

Parker: Sophie was still in there

parker knows nate loves sophie and would never leave her behind because she may not always get people, but even she can see how much nate cares for sophie

- - - - -

Derrick: Everyone empty your pockets. Wallets, purses, watches, everything you've got, throw it over here.

(everyone throwing stuff to center of floor)

nate threw his fucking toothpick

- - - - -

Deputy Arnold: No, right here, right here, and we need ...

(Eliot crosses police line)

Deputy Arnold: Whoa, whoa, I need you to take a step back, sir.

Eliot: Tell me what's going on in there.

Deputy Arnold: I'm afraid I can't do that, this is an active crime scene, and you need to ...

Eliot: (to cop) I'm not talking to you. (to Nate) How many are there?

Nate: Yeah, you're right. Clearly amateurs, these two. Yeah. The younger one, looks like he's never handled a gun before.

Eliot: Is judge blow-hard next to you?

Nate: Yeah, uh-huh. Yeah, definitely amateurs, That's what makes them so dangerous.

Eliot: Alright, 2 guys, both armed, neither one a criminal mastermind. You want me in there?

Deputy Arnold: Sir, we can't have you going inside the bank ...

Nate: Probably, uh, a good idea just to sit tight, don't you think? You know, and see where these guys' heads are

at, you know?

Eliot (backing away): Alright, your call boss.

Deputy Arnold: Thank you

poor deputy arnold + eliot being done with local law enforcement

- - - - -

Sophie: Okay. So what is the plan, Stan

“what’s the plan, stan” adorable.

- - - - -

(Eliot leans against a building across the street and watches Hardison and Parker pull up in a sedan)

Eliot: Nice ride.

Parker (taking notebook and removing badges): It's embarrassing. Everyone knows you don't rob a bank without an exit strategy. These two deserve to get caught. 42 seconds. (tosses notebook back to Eliot)

Hardison: What?

Parker: To rob this bank. One security guard who has never fired his gun before, 2 closed-circiut cameras outside, 1 inside, and a Glen-Reader safe built in the 50's whose default combination is the birth date of the manager's wife! Get in, get out, 42 seconds.

Hardison: Seriously

parker was so angry that she chucked the binder at eliot and he was like ??? we good ???

- - - - -

Hardison: Seriously? (to Bill) I'm Agent Leonard. This is Agent Elmore. We'll be taking over this crime scene,

Sheriff ...

Bill: Bill Hastings. Nice to meet you. You guys sure are quick, just called this in 20 minutes ago.

Hardison: Well, we were coming back from a little border skirmish. Patrol unit came under attack from a pack of Chupacabras.

Bill: Chupacabras? I thought those things were urban legend.

Hardison: You're adorable

I love it when hardison fucks with people it’s hilarious

- - - - -

Hardison: Whoa, what's going on?

Bill: Cut power to the bank. Standard operating procedure.

Hardison: Standard ... it's standard op ... it's standard? Where do you getting that bull-hockey from son?

Bill: Deputy Arnold, he took a seminar in crisis management last year.

Deputy Arnold: It was an online seminar. We got certificates.

Hardison: Certificates? Magic kits come with certificates. Does that make it cool for kids to saw their parents in half?

Bill: We're just going by the book.

Hardison: The ... the book? The book got a good man killed. I can't ... my blood pressure.

Parker: Ex-partner. Probably shouldn't mention the book again. Or propellers.

parker is doing so well with grifting considering and I’m so proud of her

- - - - -

Sophie: They are not cops, I promise you, they're friends of mine, you can trust them.

Derrick: Why should I trust you? I don't know who you are.

Sophie: I am a thief.

Derrick: Okay, I'm not sure what to do with that.

that’s it guys. that’s the show.

- - - - -

Nate: I didn't say it was going to be easy. But nothing's impossible, especially when you have the world's greatest thief on your payroll. Parker, have you ever robbed a bank that's being robbed?

Parker: There's a first time for everything.

her SMILE YOUR HONOR

- - - - -

Parker: The bank was built before 1980, before computers. Means it's got a larger than normal night deposit chute.

Hardison: 'Cause business had to drop off ledgers with their daily hauls. What, you thought my genius was only limited to ones and zeroes?

Parker: I'm thinking the chute's my way in. Only problem is, it's in the alley on this side of the building

the way she looks at hardison like damn boy you know my stuff

- - - - -

Hardison: I can take care of that, but, we actually have bigger problems.

Eliot: What's that?

Hardison: Well, Sheriff Coltrane over here called the FBI, the real FBI. Now the closes office is in San Diego, so they should be here, in about, um, give it 45 minutes.

Nate: We can't worry about that now.

Hardison: When do we worry about it?

Nate: In about 45 minutes

hardison, internally: lord give me strength

- - - - -

Hardison: Hold on ... Excuse me. (answers phone) Agent Leonard. We will do whatever you need us to do, just please, don't hurt anybody. Okay. (hangs up) Guys ... Boys, boys, come on, gather 'round. Now boys, that was THE call. The call we were waiting for. Now look, they have a list of demands. First off, they want 12 large pizzas. One cheese, one Hawaiian, extra pineapple. Two pepperoni and black olives, two meat lover's, t ... Seriously? Nobody's writing this down? Seriously? One triple-shot half-caf vanilla latte, tall,

(Parker goes down alley and opens deposit drop box)

Hardison: …three of the latest copies of the Hall and Oates CD. I know, right? Exciting stuff I didn't know they were coming out with a new one either. We're gonna need steaks. Steaks and a grill. They're trying to tailgate. Okay, they need your overalls, I don't know why. They need some kibbles n' bits, we need an Etch-A-Sketch, somebody in there likes to squiggle okay ... Are we good? Let's go people. Everybody. I need you guys moving. Everybody get out. Go. (hardison points at an officer) You stay. We need to talk about Hall & Oates.

I fucking loved this monologue,,, hardison is VERY GOOD at improvising

- - - - -

(Derrick opens night deposit box)

Parker: Hi.

Derrick (hands her the briefcase): There's a lot of money in there.

Parker: Yeah, I know.

Derrick: My wife's life depends on that money getting where it needs to go.

Parker: I understand. Sometimes bad guys are the only good guys you get

parker’s face softened and you can see that she understood. parker didn’t get people in the beginning of the show, and sure her values and ideas aren’t typical, but she was ALWAYS a good person. she cared and understood what was at risk and she consoled him.

also, this is yet another piece of evidence that parker was the main character all along!!! I’m not gonna go super into it because there are already posts out there about it, but she had three (3) episodes dedicated to her character in season one alone AND had her say what is basically the mission statement of the show here in this scene

- - - - -

Sophie: Things could be worse.

Nate: Worse than me getting shot and you blowing our cover?

Sophie: No, no, you're not gonna lay that crap on me. We wouldn't even be in this mess if you'd just walked out with the cash when you had the chance. I would've been fine.

Nate: I know.

Sophie: Yeah, I can take care of myself. I've been doing it a long time. Since way before I met you. I'm just saying.

Nate: Yeah, you're right.

Sophie: Okay

nate knows sophie is a strong independent woman and that is one of the only things I stan about him lol

- - - - -

Sophie: We lost communication.

Nate: Yeah, we did.

Sophie: Hardison, Parker, and Eliot ...

Nate: That's right, they are on their own. Yup.

they ended up doing great on their own, but also, can we acknowledge what a glow up it was building up to the rundown job ???

- - - - -

(Mom gets out of truck and tries to run)

Meth #2: Where the hell you think you're going, old lady? (pulls mom back) Where the hell you think you're g ...

Eliot (catches Meth #2’s arm): Hey, what smells like crank and screams like a girl? (Takes his gun and breaks his knee)

Meth #2: AAHH!

Eliot (kicks car door closed before Meth #3 can get out, empties the bullets from gun): That's the right answer. (throws gun into car at #3, hits #1 as he approaches) Come on. (fights #1, kicks door shut, beats #1 more, kicks door again) Stay in the car. (beats the hell out of #3 and #1, kneels down near mom and removes her gag)

Mom: Who are you?

Eliot: Well ma'am, we'd be the cavalry.

this entire fight scene always has me ROLLING it’s so funny

also I’m not sure if this should go on the List Of Non-Weapon Objects Eliot Uses As Weapons but eliot DID use the car door in the fight

- - - - -

Sophie: Just let the paramedics take him. The rest of us will stay.

Judge Roy: And give up my leverage

*sophie and nate look at each other*

both, internally: tHATS OUR WORD

- - - - -

Nate: Hey, listen. She's gonna be alright. Everything's gonna be alright

Derrick: Your people ... they're good?

Nate: Yeah. The best.

nate’s smile when he says that??? proud dad alert

- - - - -

Sophie (looking at replay of tape): You're still a geek.

Judge Roy: They're trying to ruin me.

Hardison: Geek power, baby. Stay strong!

in other words: age of the geek, baby

also- kudos to 2008 hardison editing video like that. I can’t do that shit with today’s tech lmao

- - - - -

Bill: Go home now. Bank robbers are in custody, hostages are safe. FBI's got the whole thing wrapped up.

Taggert: Do you have any idea what?

Mcsweeten: Just go with it.

Deputy Arnold: Mr. FBI guys, can you help me here?

Bill: My, my. Look at this. Our local drug boys, both with outstanding warrants. It's incredible.

Taggert: Damn, we're good!

mcsweeten and taggert stumbling onto the leverage crew’s cons and directly profiting off of them is iconic. they have no idea. too pure for this world

- - - - -

Sophie: Hey, thanks Parker.

Parker: Whatever.

Sophie: No. It was an excellent performance.

Parker: Yeah, I think I can act okay when I'm yelling at people and bossing them around.

Sophie: Well, it's a good start.

proud mom!sophie + grifting parker

Nate: Listen, we have to make sure we get the cash to the Delgado family. Ow!

Eliot (tending Nate’s wound): Oh! Settle down. You act like you've never been shot before.

Nate (glances at Sophie): So, uh, pizza boxes, huh?

Hardison: Yeah, I know, I know, You could have done better.

Nate: No, no, no. No I couldn't have.

eliot casually stitching up nate’s wound bc no hospitals but also can we talk about how much nate has to trust eliot to literally operate on him

+

nate giving praise to hardison ??? rare af I don’t know her

[missingpersonsblog]

Traci Pittman Kegley

Missing Since: April 26, 1998

Missing From: Wetumpka, Alabama (Elmore County)

Sex: Female

Race/Ethnicity: White/Caucasian

Missing Age: 30 years

Current Age: 52 years

Height and Weight: 5’9” / 140 lbs.

Distinctive Physical Features: Frosted brown hair, green eyes, pierced ears, scar on abdomen

Clothing and Accessories: Pink shorts, white top with flower design, white tennis shoes (size 8 ½)

Transportation: White 1993 Geo Storm (vehicle located)

Circumstances of Disappearance: On Sunday, April 26, 1998, Traci Pittman Kegley was last seen at the BP Station near the intersection of Highway 231 North and Redland Road in Elmore County, Alabama during the afternoon hours of April 26, 1998.

Her white 1993 Geo Storm was discovered abandoned along Old Georgia Road, a secluded road a few miles north of Wetumpka, Alabama, the following morning. Her two-year-old daughter had been left inside the car, unharmed. Kegley's personal belongings, including her purse and identification, were recovered at the scene. She has never been heard from again.

Just sixteen days prior to her disappearance, Kegley's divorce was made final. She had separated from her husband earlier in 1998 and gone to live with her mother. She is a trained phlebotomist and had worked at the Alabama Reference Laboratory in downtown Montgomery, Alabama and Russell Medical Center in Alexander City, Alabama. Kegley had secured a new job at a dental office in Montgomery and was scheduled to start work there the day after she vanished.

A tip submitted in 2016 led to dozens of law enforcement agencies working together to search a 300 acre property for evidence. Dive teams found something in a large lake and are waiting on testing to confirm their suspicions on whether or not it is related to the disappearance of Kegley. The lake is 20 miles from where her car was found. Authorities feel strongly that a future arrest is imminent.

Kegley's loved ones believe she met with foul play, as it is uncharacteristic of her behavior to abandon her daughter to leave the child unsupervised. Her mother theorized she was overpowered by an abductor while she was washing her car at the gas station. Her case remains unsolved.

Investigative Agency: Elmore County Sheriff's Office (334) 567-5546

Sources: NamUs, Charley Project, Montgomery Advertiser

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Sleepy Valley - The Hope Family

Clint and Peggy were sweethearts who got married young, but things soon turned sour. Clint’s hot-headed nature and serial cheating ways came out, and Peggy had to keep face to protect her children and their reputation in the town. Peggy has ambitions to be a writer, but is held back by the era of the 80′s and her role as a housewife and mother. Clint is the sheriff of the local police department, respected by most members of the town, who are oblivious to his true nature.

Their eldest son Daniel is charismatic and the head quarterback of the school football team. Despite his reputation as a heartthrob, he harbors a secret relationship with Billie Elmore, a loner without many friends. He used to look up to his father, but has become scared of him over the years, and is frightened of his potential violent and homophobic reaction to learning about his romantic life, not to mention how his peers will react in such a difficult era.

Emily is a bright young girl, although rather shy. She adores her father, oblivious to his violent and hateful ways towards her brother and mother, but she often feels conflicted when he puts her down for being interested in science and things he considers ‘for boys’. 

CHARACTER  DIRECTORY

[aintitfunkynow]

2022 Clint Eastwood Project #7 - Star In The Dust (1956) (12/31/22) (Actor) Excellent Western that's new to me. Lots of Elmore Leonard type elements to the story. A sheriff is caught between ranchers trying to rescue a killer before he is hung legally and farmers trying to hang him beforehand. Clint looks the role but doesn't play a major or even minor role. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm28CtUMycJXYt-psdm-MSihGiLFAhopuGFbro0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The Hamilton County GOP Great Outdoor Party was a huge success last night! After 10 years, it was great to have it back! Special thank you to State Rep. Chuck Goodrich and Gaylor Electric for hosting the event! Thank you to US Senator Todd Young, Lt. Governor Suzzane Crouch, State Party Chairman Kyle Hupfer, and candidate for US Rep Erin Houchin for speaking at our two events! While we had beautiful weather, amazing food, and a great group of people socializing, this would not have been possible without Hamilton County Republican Party Vice Chair Teresa Ayers, Secretary Beth Sheller, and Executive Director Lisa Elmore working tirelessly to make this a success! Special thank you to Sheriff Dennis Quakenbush and his amazing LEOs! #gop #republican #hamiltoncountygop #mariomassillamany (at Forest Park The Lodge) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChNA61rLvWu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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REVIEW

Disturbing the Peace by Terrence McCauley

Jeremiah Halstead Western #2

 Jeremiah Halstead may be a Territorial Deputy Marshall who brings in bad guys with bounties on their heads but as the story begins, he has more men trying to kill him than he needs, and it is all due to a wanted man putting a bounty on the lawman. Having to kill men is not his preferred activity but it beats dying. Will he survive? Will he be able to bring the bad guy in that put him in the crosshairs of so many guns? Or perhaps not?

 What I liked: * Jeremiah: young but seasoned, has a backstory that still has not been entirely revealed, is a sure shot, upholds the law, has a bit of a temper, follows the rules…even when he doesn’t want to, meets Abby who might be a future romantic interest

* Joshua: younger than Jeremiah, Deputy Marshall, works with Jeremiah, cautious, aware, capable, a nice counterbalance to Jeremiah, would like to know more about him

*  The writing, setting, and plot

* McBride: Sheriff of Battle Brook, West Point graduate, capable, enjoys quiet, a good man

* Abigail: wealthy, young, educator, attractive and attracted to Jeremiah

* That it felt true to the era

* That it was twisted, dark, and gritty

* That there is the potential for what has gone wrong to come right in future books in the series

* Being invested in the story

* Knowing that there is another book to look forward to

 What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like – the bad guys were despicable, and I really want them thwarted

 Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more by this author? Yes

 Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Publishing-Pinnacle – This is my honest review.

 4-5 Stars

      BLURB

 Awa-5rd-winning, critically acclaimed author Terrence McCauley has drawn comparisons to Elmore Leonard for his skilled writing of traditional historical Westerns with a crime fiction soul. Now be brings his signature historical accuracy, three-dimensional characters, and non-stop, adrenaline-fueled action to the second Jeremiah Halstead Western. He may be the newest Deputy Marshal in the Montana Territory, but it doesn't take long for him to find himself in a mess of trouble... "McCauley's Westerns move at a pace that leaves readers sweating and out of breath. Blood on the Trail is one wild, entertaining ride." --Johnny D. Boggs Deputy U.S. Marshal Jeremiah Halstead keeps the peace in the mining town of Silver Cloud, Montana. But an old enemy has declared war against him. Ruthless and clever, Ed Zimmerman would have become the leader of one of the west's deadliest and hell-bent outlaw gangs. Zimmerman has offered a generous bounty to every desperado willing to put a bullet through the U.S. Deputy Marshal's heart. A death sentence won't stop Halstead from enforcing the law. The sheriff of Battle Brook needs a hand dealing with some hell-raising badmen in the surrounding hills, threatening to take over the frontier town. Joined by Deputy Sandborne, Halstead rides hard for Battle Brook only to discover manhunters aware of the price on his head are in town, guns cocked and ready to collect the reward. And Zimmerman has joined the outlaws in the hills, waiting to catch Halstead in his sights. . .

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Sheriff and The Ravels - Shombalor (1958) Aki Aleong / Elmore Sheriff from: "Shombalor" / "Lonely One"

Produced by Aki Aleong