Ep 7 - De tous les bars du monde, c'est dans celui-ci que Motel Disco Mbob. Film noir parody.

0:00 I asked to see some ID. He looked embarrassed and flashed a card at me. I asked to see it. It was a bus pass. He started scrambling about saying he had forgotten it and that it was a genuine charity. He sure was flustered, a true amateur. He knew his card was marked. So old, Matt sat down at my table. He didn't know what to do. Fight or flight. I don't think he had a fight in him. And he looked unsteady on his feet. I asked him to come clean. Matt said that he was working for a client and had been asked to find out about me.

0:37 Really? Who was his client? He wouldn't say. I was worried he might be working for the joint across the street, the one I was caging. I had to think fast. I told him I was a journalist and that I would print a story about this and report him to the cops if he didn't cooperate. He was frightened, you could tell. I told him to phone his client and to put him on immediately. He said he couldn't. It was impossible. How can we solve this, then I asked. I will bring him here tomorrow to meet you. I thought about it.

1:10 I might never see him again. He might just disappear, but I didn't have a lot of choice. Okay, bring him here tomorrow at the same time, and no funny business and tell him to ask for Fintan Fennessy. He agreed sheepishly. He was walking out with his tail between his legs. I called over. You forgot your bus pass genius.