The Interrogation of Anna Goode

the body parts and season 'em like chicken he'd mask the smell

and be able to feed it to the coyotes in the yard without anybody even noticing.

And did it work?

Dumb son of a bitch over-seasoned it.

And it smelled fantastic, according to the neighbors.

But the animals they wouldn't go near. It's too much salt for coyotes.

Sorry to keep you waiting so long.

You'll need those.

Thanks.

I missed an intriguing story.

Just people being people.

What kind of people are you hanging around?

The worst kind.

How may I assist you, gentlemen?

Oh, I'm no gentleman.

Not according to the ex-wives anyway.

How about you?

Are you a gentleman, sir?

Never before noon.

Well, lucky me, it's afternoon.

All right, Miss Goode.

You can call me Anna.

There's no need to be fancy here.

I respect that.

Anna.

I'm Detective Marshall.

I know. We've met before.

We have. Flattered you remembered.

Oh, I wouldn't forget your face.

Detective Marshall.

Isn't that a little like Sergeant Major?

Admiral General?

Inspector Constable.

A marshal marshal.

That that would be something to aspire to. Oh, that's very funny. Anna,

this is Special Agent Savage, on loan to us from the Federal Bureau.

And to what do I owe the honor of this pairing of law enforcement prowess?

Special Agent and I were just hoping you could answer just a few questions for us.

It would appear I have no choice.

Am I under arrest?

No, ma'am.

No, you're just here for questioning.

Handcuffs for questioning.

And we would like to ask you a few questions

about an incident that took place six weeks ago.

It was a holiday party.

There was an altercation.

One man hospitalized, 13 witnesses

that have already verified the details of this event.

- This ring a bell? - Bell has been rung.

Well, I'm just hoping

you can provide some clarity for me so we can, just shut the book on this.

13 witnesses and you're still lacking clarity?

Well, it's like, seeing Bigfoot on a camping trip.

You know, one person swears up and down it was the real thing.

Another sure it was a moose.

And the third person just saw nothing at all.

I recognized you back when we met.

That so.

You were in the papers last year.

Here I thought no one reads the papers anymore.

That woman who kidnaped those children and fed them insects

and made them use litter boxes.

You're the one who caught her.

You're the hero who saved the kids.

Most of them.

They called you the bloodhound.

That woman.

She killed herself in front of you.

She did.

That must have been very disappointing.

What makes you say that?

Because you spent all that time trying to find her and save the kids.

And she never faced justice.

Okay.

I would so much rather talk about you Anna.

Hmm... asking me about a fight at a house

party seems below your pay grade.

Fortunately for my soul, not every case I work on is so extreme.

Anna, we would like-Sitting across from Detective Marshall.

One can't help the haunting feeling that he figured you out

long before you ever sat down.

As though his talent for hunting animals

were fueled by a secret ability to, at least in a sense, become one.

And perhaps that is his great strength.

For despite being in the hands of the police before him,

you feel that nothing is safe.

That sounds like a poem.

Did she write a poem about you, Detective?

No. Special agent.

That's from an article they wrote about me in the papers.

They wrote an article about you?

You memorized that, huh? - I memorize everything.

No one ever writes about me...

I have an eidetic memory.

A photographic memory.

Okay, so what, it's like the saying on the TV?

Like, you can see textbooks from grade school when you close your eyes?

I don't have to close my eyes.

Oh, that's pretty cool, Miss Goode.

Thank you, Mr. Savage.

Special Agent.

Yeah he didn't go to

years of FBI school to be called Mr..

Is the FBI also curious about a fight at a house party?

I didn't say it was a fight.

Oh, he said it was an altercation.

They sent a man to the hospital. Is there a difference?

Can you tell us what you saw?

You, on the other hand, I know nothing of.

- No articles about you. - No.

Very mysterious.

- Special Agent... - John.

John Savage?

Yes.

Special Agent John T Savage.

What's the 'T' stand for?

'The'. - I ate civilization.

It poisoned me.

I was defiled, and then I ate my own wickedness.

John The Savage.

Brave new world indeed.

Indeed.

The detective over here didn't get your little joke, I'm afraid.

See, that's what happens when you sleep through high school

English, Marshall. - No, I just I didn't see the movie.

Oh the TV show?

All right, all right.

I love this connection here coming together across the table.

All right. But can we just go back to my questions, please?

Wouldn't that be great?

You feel that? Somebody needs to Alpha.

So what can I answer for you, Detective,

that none of your 12 other witnesses could?

The evening of the fight.

Whose house were you at?

I was at the house of a woman named Beth and her husband, Jacob.

You mean Jacob Levine?

How do you know Jacob?

- Through his wife. - Beth.

- Beth. - Okay.

How long you known the couple?

Beth and I attend the same church.

I would see her at events and functions.

I've known her about five years.

And the husband attend services with her? - No.

She tell you why?

It's not my place to disclose matters of a private nature regarding

Beth's life.

You notice any problems between them?

Anything that registered to you as tension in their marriage maybe?

It's really not my place to say.

But there was something?

You're not betraying her trust.

We're not asking what she told you.

I'm just asking what you observed.

They're often terse with each other.

Terse?

Haven't you and one of your ex-wives ever been in public

minutes after a fight? You know. Terse.

She tell you what they argued about?

I can stamp it on my forehead if it will help you, Detective.

Okay.

It's so noble of you to be so protective of your friend's privacy.

But guess what?

She wasn't quite as protective of yours I'm afraid.

So.

You're at the party. Beth and Jacob's.

The event's winding down. Half the guests have cleared out.

Would you say that's correct?

Wasn't in charge of keeping the head count.

Do you recall what time you first heard a commotion?

No.

Around 11 would you say?

- I do not recall. - Bullshit.

With your photographic memory, you don't remember?

Eidetic.

And alcohol works the same way on everyone, Detective.

So you heard the commotion?

I heard raised voices over the music.

Did you recognize those voices?

- Not at first. - Okay but eventually?

Eventually I heard Beth's voice.

And what was she saying?

"It's not what you think."

That's an interesting choice of words.

Do you have a context for why she said that?

Why do you think she said that?

Was it, in fact, what he thought?

What happened next?

Jacob and the other man got their fists involved.

Because Jacob believed the other man was having an affair with his wife?

Yes.

Well, was Beth indeed having an affair

that you're aware of?

She's not going to answer that.

It's a betrayal of her friend's trust.

I knew we had a connection.

But I can answer it, Miss. Goode.

She was indeed having an affair.