WEBVTT 1 00:00:03.160 --> 00:00:12.759 Calarugus Shark Media, Hello and welcome to Murder Weekly. This episode is titled 2 00:00:12.880 --> 00:00:27.800 Redemption. The bullpen was quiet, the only sound the rustling of papers and 3 00:00:27.839 --> 00:00:32.479 the occasional ring of a phone. Detective Jack Sip malloy sat at his desk, 4 00:00:32.840 --> 00:00:36.320 his head in his hands, the weight of unsolved cases bearing down on 5 00:00:36.399 --> 00:00:39.679 him like a ton of bricks. Well, well, well, if it 6 00:00:39.719 --> 00:00:44.000 ain't the great Detective Malloy, A voice drawled from across the room. Sip 7 00:00:44.039 --> 00:00:47.840 looked up to see Detective Meldrick leaning against the door frame, a smirk on 8 00:00:47.880 --> 00:00:52.079 his face. Not now, Meldrick, Sip growled, his patience wearing thin. 9 00:00:52.880 --> 00:00:57.719 Meldrick sauntered over to Sip's desk, his eyes gleaming with mischief. What's 10 00:00:57.759 --> 00:01:00.719 the matter, Sip, Another day, another m You can't solve the great 11 00:01:00.759 --> 00:01:06.760 detective, always on the hunt, never catching the prey. Sip's jaw clenched, 12 00:01:06.879 --> 00:01:10.280 his eyes flashing with anger. You got something to say, Meldrick? 13 00:01:10.640 --> 00:01:14.359 Or are you just here to bust my chops? Meldrick held up his hands 14 00:01:14.359 --> 00:01:17.799 in mock surrender. Hey man, I'm just calling it like I see it. 15 00:01:18.000 --> 00:01:21.120 You're like a dog chasing its tail, always running in circles, never 16 00:01:21.120 --> 00:01:25.159 getting anywhere. Just as Sip opened his mouth to fire back, the phone 17 00:01:25.200 --> 00:01:27.719 on his desk rang. He snatched it up, his voice clipped and professional 18 00:01:29.079 --> 00:01:33.920 molloy homicide. He listened intently, his brow furrowed. Yeah, I got 19 00:01:34.000 --> 00:01:37.079 it, be there in ten. He slammed the phone down, his eyes 20 00:01:37.120 --> 00:01:46.840 meeting Meldrick's duty calls. Try not to solve all the cases while I'm gone. 21 00:01:46.879 --> 00:01:49.959 The crime scene was a dingy alleyway in the heart of the city, 22 00:01:49.400 --> 00:01:53.719 the body of a young man lying face down in a pool of his own 23 00:01:53.760 --> 00:01:57.439 blood. Sip crouched down, his eyes, scanning the scene with a practiced 24 00:01:57.480 --> 00:02:04.359 eye. We he got, he asked the uniformed officer standing nearby. Victim's 25 00:02:04.400 --> 00:02:07.080 name is John Doe. For now, no id, no wallet. Looks 26 00:02:07.120 --> 00:02:12.039 like he took a brick to the head blunt force trauma. Probably died instantly. 27 00:02:12.759 --> 00:02:16.280 Sip nodded, his mind already racing, and he witnesses suspects. The 28 00:02:16.319 --> 00:02:20.759 officer shook his head, Nah, this alley's a ghost town at night. 29 00:02:21.080 --> 00:02:24.000 But we did find something interesting. He held up a clear plastic bag, 30 00:02:24.319 --> 00:02:30.919 a small silver key glinting inside Sip's eyes. Narrowed a key to what no 31 00:02:31.039 --> 00:02:35.080 idea, but it was lying right next to the body. Figured it might 32 00:02:35.120 --> 00:02:40.280 be important. Back at the precinct, Sip and his team poured over the 33 00:02:40.319 --> 00:02:45.479 evidence, trying to piece together the puzzle of John Doe's murder. The key, 34 00:02:45.599 --> 00:02:47.680 as it turned out, belonged to a storage unit on the outskirts of 35 00:02:47.719 --> 00:02:52.400 the city. When they opened the unit, they found a treasure trove of 36 00:02:52.439 --> 00:02:57.080 stolen goods, electronics, jewelry, even a few guns, and on the 37 00:02:57.120 --> 00:03:00.240 wall a list of names and addresses, each one crossed out with a thick 38 00:03:00.319 --> 00:03:06.439 black line. Looks like our John Doe was a thief, Sip mused his 39 00:03:06.560 --> 00:03:09.080 eyes scanning the list, and not a very good one if this is any 40 00:03:09.080 --> 00:03:15.639 indication. As they dug deeper, a picture began to emerge. John Doe, 41 00:03:15.719 --> 00:03:20.319 whose real name was Michael Simmons, had been stealing from some of the 42 00:03:20.319 --> 00:03:24.639 city's most notorious criminals, drug dealers, gun runners, even a few corrupt 43 00:03:24.680 --> 00:03:31.719 cops. And one of those criminals, a vicious enforcer named Tony the Hammer 44 00:03:31.879 --> 00:03:36.400 Rossi, had a reputation for using bricks to teach his enemies a lesson. 45 00:03:43.360 --> 00:03:46.319 Sip checked his gun, the weight of it familiar and reassuring in his hand. 46 00:03:47.439 --> 00:03:52.000 You ready for this, he asked a young officer, his eyes scanning 47 00:03:52.039 --> 00:03:54.599 the building for any sign of trouble. The cop nodded, her, jaw 48 00:03:54.719 --> 00:04:00.840 set with determination. Let's nail this bastard roached the shop, the smell of 49 00:04:00.879 --> 00:04:04.879 grease and metal heavy in the air. A mechanic looked up from under the 50 00:04:04.879 --> 00:04:09.159 hood of a car, his eyes widening at the sight of their badges. 51 00:04:09.840 --> 00:04:14.439 We're looking for Tony Rossi, Sip said, his voice calm but authoritative. 52 00:04:14.919 --> 00:04:17.480 The mechanic hesitated, his eyes, darting towards the back of the shop. 53 00:04:17.879 --> 00:04:23.600 He's he's in his office, but he don't like to be disturbed, Sip 54 00:04:23.680 --> 00:04:27.800 smiled, a cold, humorless thing. I'm sure he'll make an exception for 55 00:04:27.920 --> 00:04:31.240 us. They made their way to the back, the sound of their footsteps 56 00:04:31.279 --> 00:04:36.319 echoing off the concrete floor. Tony's office was a small, cluttered space, 57 00:04:36.639 --> 00:04:43.600 the walls lined with auto parts and racing memorabilia, and there, sitting behind 58 00:04:43.600 --> 00:04:47.560 a desk piled high with paperwork, was Tony Rossi himself. He looked up 59 00:04:47.560 --> 00:04:51.639 as they entered, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. What the hell do you 60 00:04:51.720 --> 00:04:56.680 want, He growled, his hand inching towards a drawer in his desk. 61 00:04:57.360 --> 00:05:01.199 Sip's gun was out in a flash, leveled at Tony's check. Keep your 62 00:05:01.199 --> 00:05:05.480 hands where I can see them. Tony's face twisted with rage, his fists 63 00:05:05.600 --> 00:05:10.120 clenching on the desk. You got nothing on me, Cop, I'm a 64 00:05:10.199 --> 00:05:15.279 legitimate businessman. Tell that to Michael Simmons. For a moment, Tony looked 65 00:05:15.279 --> 00:05:19.360 like he might fight, his muscles tensing beneath his grease stained shirt, but 66 00:05:19.480 --> 00:05:24.519 then with a sigh of resignation, he stood up, his hands raised in 67 00:05:24.560 --> 00:05:45.240 surrendered. The interrogation room was cold and bare, the fluorescent lights casting harsh 68 00:05:45.279 --> 00:05:49.199 shadows on Tony Rossy's angular face. Sip leaned, in his voice, low 69 00:05:49.279 --> 00:05:54.879 and dangerous. We know you killed Michael Simmons. Tony. We found your 70 00:05:54.959 --> 00:05:59.040 DNA on the brick and your fingerprints all over that storage unit. It's over 71 00:06:00.040 --> 00:06:03.680 a harsh grating sound. You got nothing, Detective. I ain't saying a 72 00:06:03.680 --> 00:06:09.959 word without my lawyer, But Sip was undeterred. See that's where you're wrong, 73 00:06:10.079 --> 00:06:13.720 Tony. We've got a witness, someone who saw you in that alley, 74 00:06:14.000 --> 00:06:16.199 saw you bash Michael's head in with that brick, and they're willing to 75 00:06:16.240 --> 00:06:20.839 testify. It was a bluff, a last ditch effort to get Tony to 76 00:06:20.920 --> 00:06:26.959 crack. But to sip surprise, it worked. Tony's face drained of color, 77 00:06:27.040 --> 00:06:30.000 his eyes wide with fear. All Right, all right, I did 78 00:06:30.000 --> 00:06:32.319 it, he stammered, his voice shaking. But you got to understand, 79 00:06:32.600 --> 00:06:35.639 Michael was stealing from me, from my boss. I had no choice. 80 00:06:39.519 --> 00:06:42.759 Back at the precinct, Sip stood in front of the whiteboard, his eyes 81 00:06:42.839 --> 00:06:46.759 fixed on Michael Simmons's name. With a heavy sigh, he picked up an 82 00:06:46.800 --> 00:06:50.199 eraser and began to wipe the name away, the red ink disappearing like a 83 00:06:50.240 --> 00:06:56.439 bad dream. Another case closed, Mildrick said from behind him, his voice 84 00:06:56.519 --> 00:07:01.319 uncharacteristically somber. Sip nodded, his eye still on the board. Simmons wasn't 85 00:07:01.319 --> 00:07:05.160 a saint, but he didn't deserve to die like that. Meldrick clapped a 86 00:07:05.199 --> 00:07:10.720 hand on Sip's shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring, you can't save everyone, 87 00:07:10.839 --> 00:07:14.879 Sip, but you got justice for Michael, and that's something. Sip 88 00:07:14.879 --> 00:07:18.000 turned to face his colleague, a wry smile tugging at his lips. I 89 00:07:18.000 --> 00:07:21.519 thought, you said I was a dog chasing my tail, never getting anywhere. 90 00:07:23.240 --> 00:07:27.759 Meldrick grinned his eyes, twinkling with mirth. Even a broken clock is 91 00:07:27.839 --> 00:07:56.639 right Twice a day, Sip even a broken clock. Murder Weekly is a 92 00:07:56.680 --> 00:08:01.240 Calaogua Shark Media production, written and hosted by Aidan I Flanagan, produced by 93 00:08:01.279 --> 00:08:09.000 Mark Francis. Executive producers Mark Francis and John McDermott. Portions of this podcast 94 00:08:09.040 --> 00:08:18.519 may have been created with the assistance of AI Calaroga Shark Media.