Something Beneath Page #4

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project filed suit on behalf of a young Native

American convicted of murder. The boy insisted

that Deadmarsh had fabricated

evidence against him. Well, that wasn't

on his resume. I'm not surprised. Anyway, it was dropped. Either Deadmarsh was clean,

or he hid his tracks well. What happened

to the convict? Jim Bailey?

He was executed. Ooh. These need to be secured,

so make a note. Jackson! Kaley. I was just saying to Tony

how these side entrances need to have

security locks, so only guests with

key cards can get in. What would we

do without you? You've met father

Douglas Middleton? I know him

by reputation. To what do we owe the

pleasure of this visit? My keynote speaker

is missing. No one's seen him

since last night. We were hoping you

had him on your radar. Eugene Herman, late 20's,

kind of awkward for his age. Yeah, propeller head,

the geek. Nope, I haven't

spotted him. Oh. Can you let us

into his room then? We just want to

make sure he's okay. He's asthmatic. This altitude

is hard for him. Not a problem. Not you, though. This is hotel business. But--

It's-- It's fine, Kaley. I'll go check the library. I've fallen asleep

in the stacks more than once myself. I'll catch up

with you later. Okay. Hey. So you two have history, there's no need to

be rude to a guest. Just doing my job the best way I know how. It's what I've always done. Of course. My job. The best way I know how. Okay. Tony, hold down

the fort, will you? Sure thing, boss. [door closes] [beeping] Mr. Herman? Hotel security. [banging] Eugene? [banging continues] There's someone

in there. Okay. It's-- It's broke. I'm fixing it, I swear. Deadmarsh, you

shoot my apprentice, and I'll make you

clean the crud out of the bathroom drains. Old habits die hard,

you know what I mean? Father Middleton is missing

one of his delegates. Have you see the

guy who stays here? Ain't seen no one no how. Well, did Eugene call

for maintenance himself? Maybe. Everyone and their

mother-in-law's been calling. Mikaela Strovsky's

got us on speed dial. There's some kind of

blockage in the drain system, and I can't find

it to save my life. Well, you keep

at it, Reggie. I have confidence

in you. But if you see him,

give us a call, all right? Sure thing, Kaley. Hank, I can use you in here.

[door closes] And take those damn things out

of your ears before you go deaf. [goo slithering] Look at this!

It's all over me. I can't wash Cleopatra.

I can't wash myself.

[dog whimpering] All that comes out

of the sink is goo. Goo and more goo! Yes, well there must be some

kind of a plumbing problem. You're the conference

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