A Borrowed Voice

0:00 A Coyote's Paw Print and a Sprinkler Timer

0:04 Watson: From the case log. April, twenty twenty-two. Hollywood, Los Angeles. Tuesday evening, the twelfth, in our converted craftsman house above Echo Park, with the radio still quarrelling over Sunday's awards show. Holmes knelt on the drive, pouring plaster into a coyote's paw print. He had been at such small work for weeks.

0:25 Watson: I stood on the lawn in wet socks, at war with a sprinkler timer that fired at dusk, not dawn. Stop, you wretched thing. I set this for dawn, Holmes, I distinctly—

0:37 Holmes: You pressed the little sun. On that model the little sun means sunset. Watson: Who builds a sprinkler with opinions?

0:46 Watson: There. Silence, and my socks are a total loss. Holmes: Drip somewhere else. This plaster is nearly set.

0:55 Watson: All that for a neighbour's dog. Holmes: Dogs wander, Watson. This animal walks a ruled line, past your rubbish bins, nightly.

1:03 Watson: He's welcome to them. He can have the timer too. Holmes: Get it in his jaws and I'll cast that as well.

1:11 Watson: Very funny. Your phone is walking off the rail. Holmes: My hands are plaster to the wrist. You answer it.

1:20 Watson: You're on speaker, whoever you are. Stroud: Mr Holmes? Vivian Stroud, Burbank. Find somewhere to sit.

1:29 Holmes: I'm kneeling on gravel, Ms Stroud. Stroud: A photographer I've never met, Nora Lindgren, has just phoned me, stranded in Jakarta, and she— Holmes: Never mind her. Your own purpose in phoning me?

1:41 Stroud: I need you at my Burbank studio tonight. Watson: Gone, without a goodbye. Shall I find the car keys?

1:48 Holmes: Studio chiefs have lawyers and stranded travellers have consulates, Watson. My last three weeks paid nothing, and your clinic's rent falls due on Friday, so— Watson: Since when has my rent troubled you?

1:59 Holmes: Since you took to reciting it over breakfast. Why drive across the hills for someone else's bad evening? Watson: Look at who got the call. Of everyone she could phone from Jakarta, a stranded photographer chose a Burbank studio chief she has never met.

2:15 Holmes: Annoyingly good. Watson: And Friday? Holmes: Friday can look after itself until Thursday. Keys, Watson, and dry socks.

2:25 Watson: Will you wash first, or shall I warn Burbank? Holmes: The hose... is on the way to the car. Watson: Case log, same evening: we left the paw print to set, the timer to its opinions, and the rent to Friday.

2:41 A Stucco Walk-Up at the Foot of the Hill

2:45 Watson: Burbank had to wait. Holmes stopped the car at the foot of our own hill, outside a stucco walk-up. She did say tonight, Holmes.

2:54 Holmes: Nora Lindgren's website gives this address, four streets below our own. A client tells me what suits her. I'd sooner see the rooms.

3:03 Rusk: That's Nora's buzzer. I'm Owen, I look after the building. Nobody ever comes about Nora.

3:09 Holmes: Holmes. This is Dr. Watson. Her friends are uneasy.

3:14 Rusk: Then come on up. Anybody asks after her, that's a good day. Watson: Fresh in here, for rooms empty all this time.

3:23 Rusk: I air them whenever she asks. Open the windows, run the taps. Watson: Nobody's aired the back room. That's a darkroom, cold as a morgue drawer, and the fixer's dried to crust in the tray.

3:35 Holmes: Left in the tray. A careful woman does that only if she expects to be back before it spoils. Rusk: She's careful, all right.

3:44 Holmes: Here, on the table. "Two months' rent owing. No hurry, but do call. O. Rusk." Awfully polite, for a demand.

3:53 Rusk: Owners make me send those. I slip them inside, so the neighbors can't read them. Watson: Decent of you.

4:01 Holmes: The calendar stops at September. Seven months, on what? Rusk: One film job, over in Jakarta. Some big studio promised it to her.

4:13 Rusk: She only packed for two weeks...

4:16 An Actress Frozen Mid-Sob on the Dubbing Stage

4:20 Watson: The lot was still lit when we reached it, and Vivian Stroud received us on a dubbing stage, an actress frozen mid-sob on the screen behind her. Boyle: Will I keep the actors on, Ms. Stroud? Oh, visitors! Bridie Boyle, gentlemen. Dialects and despair.

4:38 Stroud: Not now, Bridie. Go teach somebody something. Boyle: Grand so. Mind her, gentlemen, she bites.

4:46 Stroud: I took that call myself and wrote it down. Her words, one line. "You told me so kindly on the telephone my expenses would be repaid, and they remain unpaid."

4:58 Watson: Stranded in Jakarta, and that's the whole of— Stroud: That, and "Oh good, it's you." She knew my voice. I never— I never spoke to that girl in my life.

5:09 Watson: That's why she picked you, then. To her you're no stranger. Holmes: Listen to how polite it is, though. She isn't accusing anyone, she's reminding a friend. Someone has been telephoning that young woman in your voice.

5:23 Watson: Good grief. Stroud: Nobody's called me kind on a telephone in thirty years. My investors hear a stranger can pick up a phone as me, they're gone.

5:35 Holmes: Insulted, or frightened? Stroud: Both. Someone out there's being me, and kinder at it.

5:43 Grey Felt and a Call Into Tomorrow Morning

5:47 Watson: Grey felt swallowed every noise in the dubbing booth, and from it Holmes rang Jakarta, where tomorrow morning had already begun. Holmes: Miss Lindgren. Sherlock Holmes, with Dr. Watson, in Burbank.

6:01 Lindgren: Oh, yes, she said someone would, sorry, it's a bad line. Watson: My recorder's running, for the case log. It runs wherever we go. You don't mind?

6:11 Lindgren: No, please. Holmes: Motorbikes under your window and no air conditioner. You've moved somewhere cheap.

6:19 Lindgren: A guesthouse, sorry, over a noodle shop. It was a hotel, at first. Holmes: The job.

6:27 Lindgren: Ms. Stroud rang me herself, in September. Stills on a picture here, two weeks, expenses repaid once I flew out. Then a driver, and permits, and every permit was cash to him.

6:40 Watson: How much? Lindgren: Fifty-two thousand dollars. Sorry. That's my savings, and, well, my cameras...

6:50 Watson: Oh, no. Holmes: And when it ran out, you rang Burbank. Lindgren: The studio exchange. Nobody'd heard of any picture. So I tried four one nine oh, her private line. She gave me that here, my second week. And it was— it was dead. Just a dead line. So, back to the exchange, every morning, until they put me through today. Same voice, Doctor. Same voice, and she'd never heard of me...

7:21 Holmes: Your one line to Ms. Stroud left that number out. Why? Lindgren: It felt like a confidence. Sorry, I know how that sounds. A woman like that gives you her own number, you don't go repeating it.

7:35 Holmes: You're still keeping faith with her. Who else has it? Lindgren: It's in my notebook, and I've told nobody but you.

7:43 A Corridor of Framed Posters

7:47 Watson: The stairs to the front office lay beyond a long corridor of framed posters, and Bridie Boyle appointed herself our guide. Boyle: Mind the cable, gentlemen. Forty years of masterpieces, and the odd war crime.

8:02 Holmes: You tick your nail on some frames and skip others, Miss Boyle. What did you coach? Boyle: Am I ticking? God. That one, a Georgia widow, from nothing, in nine days. That one, the Romanian spy.

8:17 Watson: I saw that one. The reviews raved about her accent. Boyle: They did, doctor. They did.

8:24 Holmes: Yet you tick them like a prisoner ticking off days. Nobody counts what they've been thanked for. Boyle: My mother, God rest her, sat in the Carrick in Dublin for every one. Right through the credits, the lights up, the ushers sweeping round her.

8:40 Watson: Looking for you. Boyle: Looking for me. The next one, Mammy, I'd tell her, Ms. Stroud's promised it— she's promised—

8:50 Holmes: And struck it off each time. Boyle: Thirty-one pictures, Mr. Holmes, and not one with my name.

8:58 Blinds Drawn and No Chairs Offered

9:02 Watson: Vivian Stroud's office overlooked the lot, blinds drawn, an ashtray defying the fire code. She offered us no chairs. Holmes: Seven months that voice has held, down a bad line from Jakarta. No party trick lasts that long. Who has heard you for years, Ms. Stroud?

9:21 Stroud: I've been on the phone since Corbin. Agents, assistants, every kid who ever put me through. Pick one.

9:29 Watson: Fifty-two thousand dollars, across an ocean. That wants police, and whatever your— Stroud: No police. My investors sign a week from Monday. You close this first.

9:39 Holmes: One lieutenant, then, as a quiet favor to me. Nothing filed, nobody in uniform at your gate. Stroud: And when your lieutenant asks who can do me?

9:49 Holmes: You've known since the stage. You sent one person out of the room before you'd read me that line. Stroud: Fine. Bridie. Ask the woman who sells voices by the hour.

10:02 Holmes: Thank you.

10:04 Mirrors and a Wall of Labelled Tape

10:08 Watson: Mirrors, a desk telephone and a wall of labelled tape filled the coaching room, and Bridie Boyle had her good humour back. Holmes: How's a voice taught, Miss Boyle? Where do you begin?

10:19 Boyle: At the breath, Mr. Holmes. Any fool can do the words. Where does she snatch her air? What does she swallow before a word she dislikes?

10:29 Holmes: Is that so. Watson: And you could do that with anybody? Your employer, say?

10:34 Boyle: Doctor, I can do Vivian to the breath. But not cold, and not without tea. The kettle's next door.

10:42 Holmes: She never asked why we want to know, Watson. Watson: Odd, that. Coaching room, Dr. Watson speaking.

10:50 Voice: Doctor. Vivian Stroud. Take the grey binder off that shelf and bring it up to my office. Now.

10:59 Watson: Yes, of course, Ms. Stroud. Right— right away. The grey binder, Holmes. Come on, she wants it—

11:05 Holmes: Look at you. On your feet with your shoulders back. Watson: What?

11:10 Boyle: Put it back, doctor, that's my invoices. You stood up for them, God love you! Watson: That was— that was you? You even caught her breath before her own name. I'd have sworn to it in court.

11:25 Holmes: And he listens to chests for a living. That takes more than pitch, Miss Boyle. You've been paying attention for years, and—

11:32 Boyle: Years of it, and the meter running. Now, it's gone eight and I'm away. Goodnight to you.

11:40 Watson: Holmes, she walked next door and became that woman. If it isn't her, who else on earth could do that voice?

11:47 A Lieutenant on the Dubbing Stage

11:51 Watson: Lieutenant Quintero came to the dubbing stage next morning, and Vivian Stroud sent down for her coach. Holmes: Miss Boyle, Lieutenant Quintero. Homicide, and here as a favor to me.

12:03 Boyle: Homicide! And who's dead, the picture? Quintero: Nobody I know of. Where do you spend your nights?

12:12 Boyle: At home, lieutenant, with a book and a hot water bottle. Quiet as a nun. Quintero: Your landlady gave me a statement at breakfast. Car out by nine, engine still ticking at six. According to her, you're gone every night.

12:29 Boyle: She's a nosy old article, so she is, and if she thinks— Quintero: She also sees envelopes of cash going out from your kitchen table. Ms. Stroud, does a coach's wage run to envelopes?

12:41 Stroud: Not on my lot. Quintero: Huh. Boyle: I've pupils— I've pupils of my own, cash in the hand. Actors pay well not to be seen learning.

12:52 Holmes: You answered the money at once, Miss Boyle, and the hours not at all. Boyle: Did I, now. Watson: I stood up for that voice of yours, and I heard you in that corridor. A woman who says "not one with my name" like that has every reason to go telephoning under Ms. Stroud's.

13:10 Stroud: Credits. All this over credits. That's your case, Holmes. Bridie, you're finished here.

13:18 Boyle: You can't— I've a room full of— Stroud: Your pass, on the console. A guard walks you in to clear that room, and you've got the week.

13:27 Quintero: Last chance, Miss Boyle. Where do you go? Boyle: There's your pass. It's all you'll get from me.

13:36 A Plaster Paw on the Kitchen Table

13:40 Watson: Back up our hill that night, Holmes stood his plaster paw on the kitchen table and made me argue my case to it. Holmes: You keep saying "that woman." Her name, Watson, and the whole case, aloud.

13:53 Watson: All right. Bridie Boyle does Vivian Stroud well enough to put me on my feet. That's one. Her nights are empty and she won't fill them. Cash goes out, from pupils nobody may name. And she's hated her employer for thirty-one pictures.

14:09 Holmes: And the rest? Watson: She lost her living this morning on my say-so. So I'd very much like to be right...

14:18 Holmes: Stroud was ready to fire her anyway. All you did was give her the excuse. Watson: Is it her?

14:24 Holmes: I've got a voice and a grudge. All a voice can do is ask. Somebody had to be handed the money. Where did fifty-two thousand dollars go?

14:33 Stopped Dead in Dusk Traffic

14:37 Watson: By dusk next day, traffic on Sunset Boulevard had stopped dead, so Holmes wedged his phone in the dash and rang Jakarta. Holmes: Miss Lindgren, the driver's receipts. Did you keep them?

14:49 Lindgren: All of them, sorry, in a shoebox. Stamped on the back: Remit to Box two one four, Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles. Watson: A mail drop. He wrote down where the money—

15:02 Holmes: Goes, yes, and a thief wouldn't write that down. So the driver only forwards takings to an address he was given. Quintero can sit on that box.

15:11 Watson: Those calls from Ms. Stroud, Miss Lindgren. What time of day? Lindgren: Mornings here. Always mornings.

15:19 Holmes: Ah. Watson: That's our evening, Holmes. After eight, nobody can say where Bridie Boyle is. I want those dates.

15:26 Lindgren: No, I never kept dates, sorry. When I'd had enough, I'd book a seat, send word to have my rooms aired, and within the hour she'd ring. Watson: Every time?

15:38 Lindgren: Four times. Five. So kind, you know? I used to think, that's how you get to run a studio. You just know.

15:48 Holmes: And you stayed. Lindgren: I stayed. Mr. Holmes, sorry, one more thing. Are my rooms — are they still waiting for me?

15:59 A Victory Cigarette in the Front Office

16:03 Watson: Up in the front office a victory cigarette was burning when we came back, and Vivian Stroud did not trouble to rise. Stroud: I fired your thief, Holmes. Send me a bill.

16:14 Holmes: One number first. Four one nine oh. What is it?

16:18 Stroud: Sounds like one of ours. Why? Holmes: Does the ledger care? A woman on the phone since Corbin keeps her switchboard books. That fat green spine behind you.

16:31 Stroud: Oh, for crying out loud. That board? We ripped it out four years back. What's any of this got to—

16:38 Watson: Just read it as written, would you? My recorder likes a clean copy. Stroud: "Four one nine oh. Night switchboard room only, sole operator one Rusk." Not an office line.

16:50 Holmes: One room, then, and dark for four years... Stroud: That's it? He's gone quiet. Does he do that?

16:59 Watson: Almost never. Who was this Rusk? Stroud: Bridie ran late sessions for years, in and out of that room. Rusk? Some night man I sacked by memo. Your coach knew that board.

17:12 A Guard Walks Bridie Boyle Back Through the Gate

17:16 Watson: A guard walked Bridie Boyle back through the gate that evening, and we stood shoulder to shoulder in the felt with Jakarta on the speaker. Stroud: One hour on my lot, Holmes, because you asked. Then she's back outside the—

17:29 Boyle: The gate, I know. He promised me my name, Ms. Stroud, cleared or buried. I'd have crawled in.

17:37 Holmes: You're packing already, Miss Lindgren. Lindgren: Sorry. It helps. I've got the— the guesthouse phone's here and my cell beside it.

17:47 Holmes: Send your usual word about the rooms. Have them aired. You fly home tonight, on your last five thousand dollars.

17:54 Lindgren: But I haven't got the— sorry, I haven't got the money, I— Holmes: Say so anyway. If your cell rings, set it on speaker by this phone.

18:03 Stroud: Cute. Watson: Forty minutes by my watch, Miss Boyle, and that nail hasn't stopped. Stroud: She's boxed in here with no phone, so nothing rings. There's your answer, Holmes. Now can we—

18:19 Lindgren: It's ringing. Oh God. Sorry. Here.

18:23 Holmes: We're muted at this end. Speak as you like. Voice: Nora, honey. What's this about a plane?

18:29 Stroud: That's — that's my — Lindgren: I'm so sorry, I just can't keep — Voice: You came so far. One last fee and your permit clears. Give the driver the money, and don't fly.

18:40 Watson: The catch before the name, Holmes. That's the very breath, that's— Stroud: No. No, I never called anybody honey in my life. Who's that? Who's that?

18:50 Voice: I look after my people, Nora. You know I do — Boyle: Are you listening, doctor? Are you? Because she's talking and I'm right here!

18:59 Down the Hill on Foot, Next Morning

19:04 Watson: Down the hill on foot next morning, for the post, we met Owen on the stairs with it already sorted. Rusk: Here's Nora's mail. What's that in your pocket, doc, with the little light?

19:15 Watson: My case log, Owen. It does the listening so I don't have to. Holmes: You've put the bills at the bottom. You've opened some bad news yourself.

19:24 Rusk: Who hasn't? Let her get through the postcards first. Holmes: Her trouble is that studio. She rings, and nobody there can help her.

19:33 Rusk: Girl in three-B, six weeks stranded in Vancouver on some pilot. They all think somebody's coming. Watson: Does somebody?

19:42 Rusk: Not often. Nora's luckier than most, though. Big people always keep a back door. Last resort, she's still got Stroud's private line, four one nine oh. Woman like that picks up her own phone.

19:56 Watson: Lucky her. Holmes: Is there anything here from an airline? Rusk: Just the one, with the coupon. You'll want to check her rooms, so here's her key. I'll be downstairs.

20:10 Cardboard Takes Over the Coaching Room

20:14 Watson: By noon cardboard had taken the coaching room, Bridie Boyle spending the week she'd been allowed, a guard at the door and Quintero at her elbow. Quintero: Holmes says that speaker cleared your voice, Miss Boyle. Not your hours. Somebody empties a box on Sunset, and you're gone every night. Where?

20:35 Watson: Lieutenant, one moment. Miss Boyle, I accused you on that stage and it cost you your living. I was wrong, and I'm sorry.

20:44 Boyle: You were, doctor. Mind that carton, that's Georgia. Watson: Sorry, sorry.

20:50 Holmes: Georgia doesn't rattle, Miss Boyle. Those are pills, packed by someone who carries them everywhere. Watson: May I? A water pill, and digoxin. That's a very old heart, Holmes, and the pharmacy's in Sandrock.

21:04 Boyle: Give those back. Holmes: Two hours each way. Out by nine, back by six. You can forget any assignation, Lieutenant. It's a night shift.

21:12 Quintero: Then the envelopes, whose cash is— Boyle: My own! My pupils' cash, every cent, and it goes— it goes to the woman who sits with her by day.

21:22 Holmes: Sits with whom? Your mother lies in Dublin, God rest her. Boyle: I told you, Mr. Holmes, I can do Vivian to the breath. Did you think she was the first?

21:33 Watson: Your voice — Boyle: Library records, at seventeen, in Sandrock. Nobody hires a dialect coach from Sandrock. So I made up an Irish one, and she — she came with a dead mother, it played so well —

21:46 Watson: Then who sat through the credits at the Carrick? Boyle: The Harlan. H Street, Sandrock. Right through the credits, that part's — that part was true...

21:57 Holmes: Once, plainly, Miss Boyle, for the lieutenant's notebook. Then he closes it. Boyle: My mother isn't dead.

22:06 An Ashtray Smoked Full by Afternoon

22:10 Watson: The green ledger had never left the desk when we climbed back that afternoon, and the woman behind it had smoked her ashtray full. Stroud: So the coach has a partner. That's all your speaker proved.

22:23 Holmes: A ledger that says sole operator one Rusk leaves nobody else in that room. He'll have signed his shifts. What's the first name, Ms. Stroud?

22:32 Stroud: Here, a holiday roster. Owen. Owen Rusk, eleven years of nights.

22:39 Holmes: Eleven years, and you called him some night man. Did he never speak to you? Stroud: I'd ring in from New York, three in the morning. And before I said a word— I mean, before I'd opened my mouth. Evening, Ms. Stroud. Off my breath.

22:58 Watson: Off a breath, across a continent. I know cardiologists with worse ears. Stroud: Every woman who ran anything in this town went through that board after dark. Go easy on her tonight, Ms. Stroud, she's been crying. I figured it for manners.

23:15 Holmes: You paid an ear for eleven years, then threw it out with the furniture. Stroud: Bridie yelled it in my own booth, she's talking and I'm right here, and I still— I still looked at her first. All those nights in the dark, and that voice was learning me...

23:32 Holmes: You searched among the people you remember. Stroud: I never counted him. I couldn't pick him out of a lineup...

23:40 Watson: Owen Rusk. That man unlocked Nora's door for us.

23:44 Shut in the Felt Once More

23:48 Watson: We shut ourselves in the felt once more, no line open to anywhere, and I stood the recorder on the sill between us. I dislike him as much as you do, Holmes, but an old operator knows old numbers. That's no crime.

24:02 Holmes: Agreed. Knowing it is nothing. Play Miss Lindgren, our first call to Jakarta.

24:09 Lindgren: You don't go repeating it. Holmes: So she didn't repeat it. Now the stairs.

24:14 Rusk: Still got Stroud's private line — Holmes: Stop. Now Stroud, with her ledger.

24:20 Stroud: Not an office line. Watson: Then he knew better than anyone alive that it was never hers. Holmes: He did. An old operator's memory would say the night room. He said something else. Watson, who in all this ever called it a private line?

24:37 Evening in Nora's Rooms Down the Hill

24:41 Watson: Every window in those rooms down the hill stood open by evening, taps running, when Owen came up at Holmes's asking, Quintero a step behind. Rusk: Aired them last night, soon as she asked. Smells like somebody lives here.

24:56 Holmes: On those stairs you offered me Stroud's private line, four one nine oh. Why hers? Rusk: No mystery. I worked nights at that studio, ran the old switchboard. You don't forget a number.

25:09 Quintero: Uh-huh. Holmes: You'd remember it better than most. Where did it ring?

25:14 Rusk: The night room. My room. It only ever —

25:16 Watson: Only ever rang at your elbow. So never hers, and you knew it. Rusk: Well, no. I mean— look, Nora must have told me. She called it that.

25:27 Holmes: Did she. Miss Lindgren, you're on speaker, in your own rooms. Your manager says you gave him four one nine oh.

25:36 Lindgren: Owen? No. It's in my notebook. When I said I've told nobody but you, Mr. Holmes, I meant you.

25:44 Rusk: Now hang on, I— Holmes: No, Owen. One voice ever called that line Stroud's, and only to her, in Jakarta. You've been quoting yourself.

25:54 Quintero: Box two one four, Sunset. You emptied it at four today, with me across the street. Hundreds of slips, Vancouver, Manila, more than a million dollars in all.

26:06 Watson: Vancouver. The girl in three-B, Owen? They all think somebody's coming, you said.

26:12 Lindgren: Owen? You have my key. Why would you —

26:16 Rusk: Eleven years I put those women through, and not one ever asked who was on the line. Quintero: Owen Rusk, you're under arrest for fraud. Anything for Miss Lindgren, before we go?

26:30 Voice: Nora, honey. You know I look after my people.

26:35 The Last of It, from the Case Log

26:40 Watson: The last of it, from the case log: back in our consulting rooms that night, at the kitchen table, the plaster paw weighing down my notes, with Jakarta on the line. Holmes: Miss Lindgren, Owen Rusk is charged with fraud. Your fifty-two thousand dollars is traced, and Ms. Stroud is paying your fare home.

26:59 Lindgren: He ran my taps. He— Mr. Holmes, the word about my rooms. Who did I send it to?

27:07 Watson: You tell us. Lindgren: Owen. Only ever Owen. Air my rooms, I'm coming home. And within the hour she'd ring...

27:19 Holmes: Yes. Lindgren: I thought she just knew. He'd shut off my taps, and go downstairs, and— and dial...

27:28 Watson: Your rooms are still waiting. We've seen to that. Lindgren: Thank you. I'm not even sorry. Isn't that funny?

27:37 Watson: You ran the trap through her rooms before you ever heard him on the stairs. Why? Holmes: Owen told us that first night he airs them whenever she asks. Nora told us on Sunset what followed. I only rang the same bell.

27:51 Watson: And the number? Holmes: He chose a line nobody could answer, then forgot which of his voices had said so. Watson: Bridie Boyle paid for the voice, and I helped. I should've—

28:01 Holmes: Stop that. Her pass is back, her name on Stroud's next picture. My condition for sending a bill. Stroud's courier beat us home, so your clinic's rent is met. Friday looked after itself.

28:14 Watson: For the log, then. Owen Rusk charged. Wrong number, right man.