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They said they filled it in with foam.

And they fixed the forehead with spackle.

It's the same kind of stuff you use to fill nails in the wall.

You believe that?

I didn't think they'd be able to get it to look better.

But they began it, they did.

They did.

She looked like an angel.

I would like to convey the deepest of sympathies and condolences as you deal

with the passing of your daughter, Charlene.

I just have a few questions for you that my company requires when a policy this

large is adjusted.

Sure.

Sure, no problem. Mr. Munson, it is unusual to have a quarter million dollar

policy taken out on a 23 year old woman.

What were the reasons for taking out such a large policy on your daughter,

Charlene Munson?

My whole family's insured at that level and higher. Why would I treat my

daughter any different?

We appreciate your business.

Were you aware of any pre -existing condition, medical or otherwise, that

have led to the untimely death of your daughter, Charlene Munson?

Is there a pre -existing condition that causes the person's skull to crack or

the brains to be all mushed up? Is there?

Well, is there?

I am not aware of such a condition, but that does not preclude said condition

from existing.

It could quite possibly be.

Listen, man, I'm sorry for the questions. I hate to ask them. I really

But why don't you do both of us a favor? Just answer yes or no. That way you can

get your settlement and I can get out of your hair.

All right?

Now, please, just sit back.

We're almost done.

My daughter's worth all more than all the fucking insurance money in the

universe. Yes, I know. I agree with you 100%. But don't think for a

second that I wouldn't do everything in my power to bring her back if I could.

Have any other members of your immediate family or close relations suffered from

similar conditions that caused the untimely death of your daughter,

Munson?

that caused the untimely death to your daughter, Charlene Munson.

No, sir.

Not to my knowledge.

No.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Just one last question.

Are you now or previously have you been familiar with...

a defunct higher -dimensional low -income housing program called the Human

Management Project, or more commonly referred to as HUM.

What the fuck are you talking about?

For the record.

For the record?

The answer's no.

Now, are you done?

Are you done tormenting my wife and I?

You'll be getting a few letters in the mail.

We'll need an official copy of the death certificate, not a photocopy. And if

possible, we'd love to have a photograph of the girl in a casket in interment.

No!

Several days in Los Angeles, the circumstances surrounding these claims

longer be ignored.

I would feel remiss in my duties as an adjuster if I did not completely

the situations surrounding the claims, and one in particular has been troubling

me.

Recurring mention of something called the hump.

Preliminary inquiries have produced an ill -fated low -income housing

proposition called...

The Human Urban Management Project with Scale Model.

A certain Dr.

Isaac Pionkoff proposed filing the poor, needy, and homeless into tubular

structures that reached into higher dimensions, thereby economizing

gentrified inner -city real estate and hiding the unsightly tenement now

with the homeless and needy.

One can't help but admire the man's ambition and creativity.

The project was shelved and considered to be inhumane by the Urban Development

League, after which Dr.

Pionkoff mysteriously disappeared.

It should also be noted that the spacing between the housing tubes directly

corresponds to the relative spacing between the bristles in all hairbrushes

produced after 1994.

I will continue to investigate the surfacing of this phenomena as it

the insurance claims.

Anything else resulting from my inquiries will be on my own time and

my per diem.

Shit.

Hola, Liliana.

Who are you talking to?

Quiero practicar mi espanol.

What's that?

Al hump.

What?

Um, quite possibly the single most overlooked concept in re -urbanization,

Liliana.

Oh.

Okay, dinner's ready.

How's your work going, Mr. Jorgensen?

Muy bien, gracias por preguntar.

Pasado.

Listen, man.

Is my accent that bad?

I'm like fourth or fifth generation or some shit, man. I don't really speak

Spanish.

Hey.

What is it you do again?

I'm looking into several death benefit claims stemming from lethal lobotomies.

Lobotomies?

That's when they cut out some of your brains, right? They do what?

So they were murdered?

Possibly.

Murder? Why would someone do something like that?

Sometimes people do some crazy shit, yeah?

Eat your food!

Well, if you don't patch them down, at least we know they'll get what's coming

to them, right?

I'm not really meant to catch anyone.

So they just, like, cut out their brain, and then did they... Did they

eat it, or what happened? Stop talking like that, Daddy! You're gonna get the

devil in the house!

Probably would kill some of those poor people, some crazy...

Devil clothes or something.

You believe in the devil, Jorgensen?

I don't know. I don't really think about it.

Yeah, he does, Dad.

He's a good man.

I saw a picture of his mother on the dresser.

He's a good, devil -fearing man.

Isn't that right, Mr. Jorgensen?

It's not my mother.

Your aunt?

It's a woman I killed in 1998.

I was doing medical claims back then.

I denied her an operation.

I saved the company $40 ,000, got a promotion.

She died of kidney failure.

Jorgie, good to see you, man.

Thanks for coming out.

Really appreciate it. I know you locals get busy and all.

Well, as you can see, I wasn't kidding about the donuts.

What's this all about? Why couldn't you just come down to my office?

Well, it's like this.

I've gone off pretty.

What's next?

I'll bet that you're using your VR.

For your personal logs, am I right?

Well, it's all on the books, so I can't officially waste company time on this.

That's why I had to drag you down here.

Okay, I've got the coffee and donuts. I'm listening.

I understand your office is handling the medical claims on a number of...

lobotomies. Yeah, so?

So you don't think that's strange?

The shit I see would blow your mind.

Jorgie, you don't mind if I call you Jorgie, do you?

Jorgie?

Sure, why not?

I heard that one of them is still lucid. I think her name is Marty. Yeah, she's

a druggie or something.

Her brains were so fried from the junk, lobotomy didn't do shit.

But her bills are lowered.

So can she still hold a conversation?

More or less, from what I remember.

Did anyone ask her what happened?

Oh, no, not my problem.

I was wondering if you could do me a favor and get me in to see those kids.

For what?

It sort of relates to a death benefits claim that I'm dealing with.

Sort of?

Can't you just go in and see them yourself? I can't.

They're under lock and key and it's only family members that need to see me.

I need to be you for a day.

You know, if I had a nickel for... every time somebody wanted to be me, the

first thing you've got to do is stick your stomach out like this and say,

denied. Can you do that? Claim denied.

How do you feel?

Best shit ever.

They take good care of you here?

Yeah, sure.

Three squares a day.

As much weed as I want.

Like I'm back in the fucking dorms and shit.

Marty, I'd like to ask you a few questions.

And it's very important that you concentrate and answer them, okay?

Oh, so serious.

Everyone is so serious.

Marty?

Whatever.

Can you remember who did this to you?

What's the last thing you remember?

Before the hospital.

What is it?

It took me out.

It's like the womb.

All warm and nice.

And then you can't stand it.

It hurts.

It hurts. You start to scream.

You scream for help.

And you can't move.

And then... Release.

Who did this to you?

Who did this to you, Marty?

Just give me a name Tell

me about that Who

are you?

Okay, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave now.

Well, I could maybe come back at another time.

Sorry.

It's okay.

I can come back later.

Okay.

Well, I'd like to...

Drink some coffee sometime.

I mean, I'd like to drink some coffee with you.

I mean, drink some coffee with you and talk about the kids with... I

really can't do that.

You can't because... Dr.

Payne.

Jorgensen. Personal log.

Renting a room to save on per diem and pricey hotel accommodations has proven

entirely bootless.

The whitewashed Guerrero family has seemingly lost all linguistic, culinary,

other relative ties to their country of origin.

Turning my personal agenda to resurrect my high school Spanish into an

uncomfortable and awkward situation.

Oddly enough, however, the patriarch has managed to carry over an irrational

fear of the devil, now Diablo.

But he wouldn't know what that means.

Second Corinthians, chapter 11.

They've resulted to proselyting guerrilla tactics, expertly squirreling

-by -five scriptural reference cards in my underwear drawer.

Something is happening in Los Angeles, and at times an adjuster may be required

to expend his own personal funds and personal resources to balance the scales

the process of conducting company business.

In this case, I don't think turning in receipts will be sufficient.

I hope the last known address for Dr. Pionkov will be worth it.

Is something the matter?

No. Just thinking.

Would you like to talk about it, Liliana?

Okay.

I looked up some purpose for you.

About?

The devil.

Do you think that lady you killed went to hell?

I don't know.

Hey, can I help you?

Yeah. I'm looking for an address.

For what?

For whom?

A Dr. Isaac Pionkov.

Sorry, boss.

The bones say no.

He ran something called the Human Urban Management Project.

You got something on that?

The what?

The hump.

Haven't heard that one in a while.

So you got something?

I can refer you to some notaries, land deeds, tax liens, government auctions.

Help you find a loss to love.

I can even find the information about an adoption.

But as far as a hump, you can't have it.

What is your name?

Lester Jones.

Did you know that cancer is the second leading cause of death in America?

Judging by the smell of you, your multiple -pack -a -day habit puts you

extremely high -risk situation.

Now, I'm sorry to bother you with these taxonomies, but it seems to me

that you will be dead relatively soon, Lester Jones.

Upon your unfortunate demise, Ginny and Justin Jones,

your sole beneficiaries, will collect $45 ,000 plus

funeral expenses.

Now that can take 24 hours or 24 years, depending on what I type

into my little PDA.

I'm an adjuster for IO Mutual.

Hi.

I'm looking for a man named Dr.

Pyankov.

No, no.

There's nobody here by that name.

Dr. Pyankov is long gone.

What are you doing out here?

Mind your own goddamn business, would you?

Okay.

Can I help you?

No, no chance.

I drove a long way to find Dr.

Pionkov.

It's very important that I speak with him.

So if you know where I can find him, I'd really appreciate it.

Are you Dr. Bianco?

So is this it?

Is this the hump?

You don't know anything.

Okay.

That's fair.

But I would like to know.

If you knew about it, your head would explode.

I think I can handle it.

I'm just here for some information.

Information.

Hospitality. What's that? Take it.

Good, huh?

What is that?

Just some...

I have a problem, doctor.

There are some kids in town who are showing up with botched lobotomies, and

was hoping you could tell me something about it.

I think it had something to do with the hump.

I really need to know what's going on.

Tell me.

Now listen to me.

There are beings beyond time and space who take pleasure of bathing

in human blood.

We are not to them.

And to comprehend that is everything.

Jorgensen personal log.

Dr. Pionkov turned out to be a peyote pushing Houdini.

And once again, I've been left empty -handed.

But the night is still young.

Jorgensen log of day's activities.

With my extra time tonight, I'll use my experience in sales to help boost IO

Mutual's performance in sunny Southern California.

Dr. Gupta, what brings you down here?

Can I speak with the outside for a moment?

I don't think he'll mind.

Please.

You've been spending a lot of off -hour time here.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, everything's fine. I just have noisy neighbors, so it doesn't make

to sit around home.

Besides, I mean, we are understaffed, and I like to pitch in wherever I can.

Okay.

Okay.

I just want to make sure no one's giving you problems.

Sorry, I have to ask.

This business with the Tsunami Beach Club.

Evidently, there is no such place at the address you gave them.

So I have to ask.

It's a stressful job, and by now we're all just different shades of crazy.

But I have to know.

Do you consider yourself to be in a clear mental space?

Yeah, I'm fine.

If I were to do a count check on the pharmaceutical cabinets?

Everything would be fine.

And this business with the Tsunami Beach Club.

I must have made a mistake.

I misunderstood.

So... There is no Tsunami Beach Club.

Okay.

Very good.

Water under the bridge then, right?

Very good.

Have a nice night.

Jorgensen.

Log of day's activities.

After -hour sales lead generation for Lucy Baumgartner.

Currently covered under C2 term life insurance plan.

Looking for possible referral to health and dental.

Hello?

Hello? Hello, me good Bob.

Yeah, this is Bob.

Bob, this is Jorgensen. We got a problem.

What?

I found another one.

Hole in the head, just like the other. What the hell are you talking about,

Jorgensen? Are you still in L .A.? Yeah, I called you. You should have had that

wrapped up a long time ago.

Where the hell are you?

I went to a client's house to generate a sales lead.

And I found her.

Dead body in the entryway. Sounds like you've generated some shit now, haven't

you?

The door was open, so I just let myself in.

I know it's not standard operating procedure, but... Jesus, George, that's

illegal.

Listen, Bob.

I know I'm operating outside of parameters, but I went off for DM, and

strictly on my own time.

I think something is going on here with these kids and their lobotomies.

And there's this thing called the hump that I think might be behind all of

Shit, Jorgensen, I don't need to hear this.

So you broke into somebody's house?

Yeah.

And this somebody is Lucy Baumgartner, who also happens to be a policyholder,

believe it or not.

Coincidence? What's the policy?

What?

The policy! How much was the policy?

It's a C -2, 150.

Okay.

Do the cops know that you broke into this woman's house and found her dead

No.

Let's keep it like that. Now, here's what I want you to do.

Do they got a backyard?

Yeah.

You bury the body and you mess up the backyard a bit so it doesn't look like a

grave. What? And then I want you to hop on the next budget bike back here to Des

Moines. You got me? Iowa Mutual.

Damn near bankrupt as it is.

We're way over -quoted for that area right now. And it's not even the third

quarter yet.

I don't know what the fuck is going on out there in Southern California, and I

don't care.

But we've been getting these wild claims out there for several months now.

And if I don't make my quota, it affects my whole department.

We're going to have to downsize to make the numbers work.

Are you reading me, Jurgensen?

Dead of you reading me, Jurgensen.

Yes. Yes, sir, I do.

Well, I'll expect you back in the office day after tomorrow at the latest.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Got it.

Emergency? Someone is dead.

What happened?

Hello, sir, are you still there?

Sir?

Yes. I need you to stay on the line, please.

What happened?

Can you trace this call?

Yes, we've already dispatched units.

Now, please, sir, I need you to tell me what happened.

Hello, sir?

Someone's been murdered.

Sir?

Hello, sir?

underwriters all morning.

I apologize for getting you involved.

Now they're going to start digging into everything. The underwriters. God damn

it, Georgie.

How about a donut?

You think that this is going to make shit better between us?

You are so screwed.

I am not going down with you, Georgie. Why couldn't you just follow the chain

command?

A girl is dead.

Murdered. And I was doing my civic duty.

And I will continue probing into this matter, and I was hoping I could get

help.

I don't understand you.

You got a good job, good benefits, and I can imagine the kind of money a guy

like you is pulling in. Why the hell do you want to fuck that up?

You know, this is bad news for you. And I am not going down with you, Georgie.

Sorry.

Look, I don't know why I'm on the errand boy here.

Probably because they want to let me know that I'm implicated.

But the underwriters want you to turn in your company credit card and head back

on the next budget flight to Iowa.

And Jordan, you better do what they say, or things could become unfavorable

fairly fucking quick.

Listen to me, you fat, disgusting fuck.

You can't pull rank on me or tell me to turn in my company credit card.

So why don't you take these dusty donuts and shove them up your fat ass?

Who you calling fat?

You're going to get us both fired, Georgie.

Don't call me Georgie ever again.

Because I hate it!

No!

Here you go. Here you go. No hard feelings, okay? So I guess you're heard,

I guess you're heard, right, Jorgensen?

Jorgensen? I mean, Jorgensen, Jorgensen, you heard about the buyout. You heard

about the buyout, right, Jorgensen?

No. What?

Buyout. The buyout.

I see.

But we don't know which one. Do you know anything about that?

On jobs from Jefferson, do you know anything about that? Have I been down?

I did a good work.

Here you go.

I'm sure it's nothing.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

But your upper management, we have a history together, you and me. So if you

could just put in a good word for the Focal division, me in particular.

Jorgensen! Jorgensen, please! I've got the French crawler cream that you really

like!

Jorgensen!

Jorgensen, where the hell are you?

It's code blue over here at the home office. Things are all mixed up.

What happened?

Hostile takeover engineered by the underwriters. At least that's what I've

told.

I've got my suspicions, but God damn it, it's hard to tell.

Well, if it's all the same by you, I'm going to take it out here until... No

way, Jorgensen. You were supposed to be back here today.

Where the hell are you?

Los Angeles.

You're still in that rat's nest.

Why the hell would anybody want to... out there. Come back to the amber waves

grain and the rolling green hills.

Homemade apple pie, for fuck's sake.

I don't think so, Bob.

Something is cosmically wrong with the claims that I'm starting to think that

may be involved.

Stop thinking about your pay grade.

Actually, after the shit clears, you may not even have a pay grade.

But, listen, you can always come back and work for the railroad.

I've actually already placed my resume. I can do that for you if you like.

You're probably right.

Working for Burton Coles shouldn't be that bad.

That is if you make the cut.

What? I said if you make the cut.

That Janetsky thing, it's still a feather in your cap. At least you got

going. No, Burton what?

Burton Coles. It's the hedge fund.

The front, the flag, the underwriters are using. Burton Coles.

Never mind.

You're redeemed by the end of the week.

Bob, I'm going to have to get back to you on that.

I thought that was you.

But then again, who else would be hanging out at the beach playing with 10

aluminum poles?

That was a gnarly beverage you gave me the other day and then just left me

there. That was kind of fucked up.

So what brings you to the beach?

Huh?

Have you seen this?

The address on the invitation leads to right here.

Tsunami Beach Club.

Hey!

Do you know if this club used to be here?

There used to be a club.

A nice, big club.

And what happened to it?

It's not here anymore.

It's not here anymore?

They just stood up and walked away?

Just got up and walked away.

Just walked away?

Walked away.

I know what this is.

You have no idea what this is.

Really?

So are you still working for Burton Calls?

Listen to me.

Whatever you did or whatever you're doing now is hurting people. Do you

understand that?

And you need to tell me how to stop whatever it is you started with this

bullshit!

How can you tell the ocean to stop coughing up a starfish?

Come on, bring the boat here!

The fifth dimension juggernaut, they're not, want not,

they're unknowable.

They decide, not you.

It's yes or no.

It's in their presence, it's yes or no, that's all we can comprehend.

Yes, you can bring more blood for the Washington killed the rest unless

That's why The reverberations

and the harmonics should be that between each page

to change the deck.

Stand over there, I'll show you.

The schism of infinite knowledge and power was not meant

for the human eyes.

It will destroy your mind.

Shouldn't there be like more actual science measurements involved?

I mean, you've got the thrill, the mental disposition of a cat in a brick

shithouse, not to mention illicit hallucinogens.

And to think, I was almost buying your bullshit.

You're going away for a long time, old man.

Yes, this is an emergency.

I've cornered a murderer.

About 3 ,400 PCH.

Correct.

Is he armed?

He has a drill and an unreasonable amount of aluminum poles.

Am I in danger?

I just need to ask her if she's been in this closet.

One second.

It's okay, Ronnie. I got him. I got him.

You're the insurance man, right?

Yeah.

You people are unbelievable.

You got a nice signature.

You're a troublemaker, Mr... Jorgensen.

People call me Jorgensen.

Jorgensen.

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave these people alone.

They have been through enough.

I couldn't agree with you more.

But I think something is going on here.

So? So, how about that cup of coffee?

Don't drink the stuff.

But I like whiskey and I get off at ten.

What happens to these kids?

Besides the brutal brain surgery?

I have no idea.

What do you know about the hunger?

I found this on a dead girl.

Her lobotomy didn't turn out very well.

You recognize that?

Is that why you asked me out?

To pump me for information about the house?

No.

Or maybe a little bit.

I like you.

I do like you.

You know this doesn't mean anything, right?

I just don't want to be alone tonight.

No worries.

What did you do with him?

I need my operation.

Give me my operation.

Well, what do you want me to do? My hands are tied.

My kidneys!

My kidneys!

Put those back in, Mrs. Geneski. You need those.

They're useless!

I can't help you. I have to look out for company interest.

You didn't fill out your application correctly, Mrs. Geneski.

I have to deny your claim.

Why are you doing this?

You want to rest up this? It's kind of pricey.

Yeah, I need to get this back to Iowa.

Alright, we'll overnighter.

You got anything perishable or fragile in there?

Get the hell out of it, I don't care.

You want insurance?

Check and choose.

No. No insurance.

Just make sure it gets there, okay?

Alright.

Bob, what are you doing here?

Jorgensen, I need your voice recorder and your receipt.

You're being audited.

Jorgensen, you're a white -collar employee.

What the hell are you doing?

Do you know what this is?

This is the gun that, if not for an act of God, would have killed me last night.

It was his second attempt at killing me.

Well, that's the price you pay for living in a god -awful place like this.

a tough town, Jorgensen.

Now put down the gun.

You really came out here just to audit me?

Well, I also wanted to see the fabled L .A. traffic for myself.

You know, a blake like this really fucks up the curve for automotive.

Burton Coles is making some serious cuts. My middle management is gone.

I've got to do the field reports by myself.

When did you start packing, Heath?

It's not mine.

Burton Coles sent a man to kill me after I went after the hump.

What?

I tendered my resignation, Bob.

I no longer work for you.

You may not care about your 401k, but God damn it, I do. I need your receipts

and your VR right now.

The VR is somewhere in the DeHunger wash.

Just take it out of my severance package.

Seems there are personal funds out here, haven't you?

Bob, put away all your mantras, slogans, mumbo -jumbo, and misplaced trust in

corporate America for one second and hear me out.

Burton Coles hired a man to kill me.

He almost did. Twice.

Now, how much is IO Mutual worth?

Bottom line.

Billions and billions.

A hefty nab for a hedge fund with unscrupulous acquisition methods.

Bankrupt it.

And buy it back at a lower stock price.

The Human Urban Management Project.

Subsidized in part by Burton Coals.

It was a huge loss for them when the state turned down stacking vagabonds

higher dimensions.

But I don't think they gave up on the technology.

They're using it to bankrupt Iowa Mutual.

You're a straight arrow, Jorgensen.

But I'm not buying it.

Pack it up. We're going back to Iowa.

Business has become personal, okay?

I can't go back.

Not yet.

How long are you in town?

I catch the last flight out.

Come with me. I need to show you something.

What the hell are you doing outside?

Someday someone you know is going to end up at the tsunami beach club.

Then what will you do?

Different address.

It's a fucking different address.

I don't know how he's doing it, but he's changing it.

Now I'm gonna kill him.

What? Wait!

Is he covered?

Heavily, I'm guessing.

Cost -benefit analysis says yes.

If you have one good bone in your body, blow the lid off the thing, alright?

When is the priest coming?

I called him. He should be here soon.

Just shows up with a hole in his head.

What did he do again?

It's so sad.

I hope he doesn't get dragged down to hell looking like that.