AWOL-72

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You okay, baby?

Yeah.

Same one?

Yeah.

Come back to bed.

Sorry.

I hate what this has done to you.

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Were you just gonna leave

without telling me?

No.

How many times do we have to do this?

I know.

I gotta make it right, baby.

Always so serious.

We're gonna be a family...

it's different.

Yeah.

Apache will help us.

It's hard leaving you this time.

Hey...

you're a soldier.

Yeah.

Good morning.

Detective Dan Adams,

LAPD.

Cushko, Russian

Special Intelligence Agency.

So what we got going on here today?

Well, you play the local,

our department should be able

to handle the rest.

You want cigarette?

- No, trying to quit.

- Yes, me, too.

All right, let's see what this girl

got for us.

Hey, it's me.

I got the rendezvous point.

Reyes Creek. Yeah, it'll be good

to see you, too, brother.

Yeah, well, old times die hard, right?

Man, those days are long gone.

Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it.

All right, later.

- Hello?

- Hey, babe, it's me. Everything okay?

Well, I miss you already.

- Miss Laura Wiley?

- Yes.

Detective Adams,

this is Special Agent Cushko.

You mind if we come in

and ask you a few questions?

Please, come on in.

Thank you.

- Somebody's holding?

- Oh, no, not any more.

Oh, my God, last night. Hey, girl!

Good morning, ladies.

We'll be just a few minutes.

My bad.

Please, have a seat.

- Nice place you got here.

- Thank you.

So, what's all this about?

Well, we believe that you

have been dating an officer

who's gone AWOL for some time.

A Lieutenant Colonel Conrad Miller?

You happen to know where he is?

- AWOL?

- Absent without leave.

I know what it means, but Conrad, AWOL?

He's Mr. Military Guy.

- Is he in trouble?

- When's the last time you saw him?

We had drinks a few weeks back.

Now, Miss Wiley,

neighbours said they saw him

leave this morning.

He still has keys.

If he came in and didn't say anything,

well, you see the boxes.

I'm trying to move on.

- You guys broke up?

- Yeah, it's... it's complicated.

On and off again. Try dating a soldier.

You didn't perhaps overhear

anything that might...

well, give you an idea of where he is?

Something military related,

or perhaps just something

out of the ordinary?

No, he kept to himself, you know,

a really quiet guy.

Look, I know this can be very frustrating,

but this is just procedure.

We really need to know where he is.

No, I understand,

but I'm not really interested in knowing

where he is, you know what I mean?

Are you sure about that?

Dating Conrad is not the easiest thing

in the world.

In fact, I can think

of a thousand things that are easier.

This on-again, off-again situation,

waiting by the phone until he calls.

Some girls can handle it,

some girls can't.

Yeah, I get it.

Well, look,

- we'll let you get back to your Saturday.

- Thank you.

Remember that he is in a very,

very serious situation.

- Do the right thing.

- Of course.

- Miss Wilder, are you here all the time?

- Yes.

Okay, just take my card and...

if you do hear from Mr. Miller,

don't hesitate to call us.

I won't.

Sh*t.

One last thing...

aiding and abetting a criminal

is a serious offense.

- No joke.

- I understand.

Have a good day.

She's definitely covering for him.

We call that a Lah-dee-dah chick

in my neighbourhood.

Then we'll just have to put

a little more pressure on her?

Copy that.

You know you have

your traffic duty cops?

You have them do

a little further research on her.

Well, I could... run the plates,

do a background check?

- Cigarette?

- No, I told you I'm trying to quit.

Keep this for later?

Hello, sir.

- $29.10?

- Okay. How are you today?

How's it look like I'm doing?

Hey! You can't do that!

Hurry up!

Hey.

Hello. Are you okay?

You want me to call somebody?

Give me a tall one.

Give me a f***ing beer, you b*tch!

Come on! What the f***?

You're gonna clean this f***ing sh*t

with your hands now, you got it?

- What's going on with you?

- Clean it up!

- What are you doing? Clean this sh*t up!

- Stop!

Get in the f***ing car right now!

Not on the Bird!

- Clean this sh*t up!

- Stop!

- I'm not gonna f***ing stop!

- Hey...

- What? What do you want?

- I'm okay, it's not bad.

Hey, that's enough.

What, are you stupid?

You know who the f*** I am?

No, I don't know who you are.

F***ing a**hole.

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- What's your name?

- Q.

Are you crazy? This guy's gonna hurt you.

Just get out of here.

Motherfu...

Really? Prick.

It's Q, right? Get out of here.

- What are you still doing here, go! Come on.

- Okay. Alright.

- You got a license?

- Yeah.

You didn't see anything, right?

- Nothing, I saw nothing.

- Good. That's what I thought.

Here, key to the truck.

Title and registration are

in the glove box. Be kind to her.

Yes!

- Is this what you were looking for?

- Yeah, thank you.

- Hey. You busy? You have a second?

- Always.

Here's the paper you requested...

nothing too special.

But I did notice one thing

when running the info you gave me.

The owner of the house was willed

to a Laura Wilder. And you said Wiley.

- She said her name was Laura Wiley.

- Maybe she meant Wilder?

- It's possible.

- Anyway, the plates on the car are clean.

We're still waiting

for more results from the lab.

This is what we found on him so far.

And this officer is AWOL 72.

Sh*t, it'd be better for everybody

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