September 25, 2025 • 16 mins
In Police Your Planet, Bruce Gordon finds himself at a crossroads as he stares at his ONE WAY ticket, a symbol of his life choices. With a heavy heart, he tears it into thirty pieces, each representing a year of his life filled with regrets and lost opportunities. From his two years as a cop to his struggles in the boxing ring, from fleeting attempts at professional gambling to his explosive rise as a journalist uncovering the Mercury scandals, Bruces journey has been anything but ordinary. But after a shocking revelation about his big scoop, he receives one last assignment that could change everything. Join Bruce as he navigates the complexities of ambition, truth, and the price of exposure. (Summary by Christian Alexander and Excerpt of Chapter 1)
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Chapter thirteen of Polish or Planet by Lester Dlray. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter thirteen Arrest
Mayor Wayne. The legal forces were shorthanded in eager for recruits.
(00:22):
They had struck quickly according to plans made by experts
on Earth, and now controlled about half of Marsport, but
it was a sprawling crescent around the central section, harder
to handle than the municipal territory. Bruce Gordon was sworn
in at once. Then he cooled his heels while the
(00:43):
florid ponche ex politician Commissioner Crane worried about his rating
and repeated how corrupt Mars was and how the collection
system was over absolutely over. In the end, he was
given a captain's pay and the rank of sar Argeant.
As a favor, he was allowed to share a beat
(01:04):
with Honest Izzy under Captain Hendrix, who had simply switched
sighs after losing the morning's battle. Gordon's credits were changed
to legal script and he was issued a trim fitting
green uniform. Then a surprisingly competent doctor examined his wound,
re bandaged it, and sent him home for the day.
(01:27):
The change was finished, and he felt like a grown
man playing with dolls. He walked back, watching the dull
looking people closing off their homes as they had done
at elections. Here and there houses had been broken into
during the night. There were occasional buzzes of angry conversation
that cut off as he approached Marsport. Had learned to
(01:53):
hate all cops, and a change of uniform hadn't altered that. Instead,
the people seemed to resent the loss of the familiar
symbol of hatred. He found Izzy and Randolph at the
restaurant across from other corries. Izzy grinned suddenly at the
sight of the uniform. I knew it, Gouvna knew it
(02:15):
the minute I heard Jurgens was a cop. Did you
make him give you my beat? He seemed genuinely pleased
as Gordon nodded and then dropped it to point to Randolph.
Guess what governor the legals bought Randy's crusader traded him
an old job press in a bag of scratch for
(02:36):
his reputation. You'll be late, Izzy, Randolph said quietly. Gordon
suddenly realized that Randolph, like everyone else, seemed to be
Izzy's friend. He watched the little man leave and reached
out for the menu. Randolph picked it out of his hand.
(02:56):
You've got a wife home, muckraker, you don't have to
eat this filth. Gordon got up, grimaced at the obvious dismissal,
but the publisher motioned him back again. Yeah, the legals
want the Crusader for their propaganda, he said wearily. New
slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here.
(03:20):
He drew a small golden band from his little finger.
My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her, and if
you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out
your guts. He got up suddenly and hobbled out, his
pinched face working, Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally,
(03:42):
he got up and headed for his room, a little
surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes
at his uniform, but made no comment. Food ready in
ten minutes, she told him she'd already been shopping and
had installed the tiny cookie equipment used in half Marsport.
(04:02):
There was also a small iron laying beside a pile
of his laundered clothes. He dropped onto the bed wearily,
then jerked upright as she came over to remove his boots,
but there was no mockery on her face, and oddly
it felt good to him. Maybe her idea of married
life was different from his. She was standing the dishes
(04:26):
and putting them away when he finally remembered the ring.
He studied it again, then got up and dropped it
beside her. He was surprised as she fumbled it on
to see that it fitted, and more surprised at the
sudden realization that she was entitled to it. She studied
(04:47):
it under the glare of the single bulb and then
turned to her room. She was back a few seconds
later with a small purse. I got a duplicate key.
Yours is in there, said thickly, and something else. I
guess I was going to give it to you anyway.
I was afraid some one else might find it. He
(05:10):
cut her off brusquely, his eyes riveted on the security
badge he'd been sure Trench had taken. Yea, I know
your meal ticket was in danger. Okay, okay, you've done
your nightly duty. Now get the hell out of my room,
will you. The week went on mechanically while he gradually
adjusted to the new angles of being illegal. The banks
(05:34):
were open and deposits honored as promised, but it was
in the printing press script of legal currency useful only
through Mayor Gannett's trick exchanges. Water went up from fourteen
credits to eighty credits for a gallon of pure distilled.
Other things were worse. Resentment flared, but the script was
(05:57):
the only money available, and it still bound the people
to the new regime. Supplies were scarce, salt and sugar
almost unavailable. Earth had cut off all shipping until the
affair was settled, and nobody in the outlands would deal
in script. He came home the third evening to find
that Sheila had managed to find space for her bunk
(06:19):
in his room cut off by a heavy screen, and
had closed the other room to save the rent. It
led to some relaxation between them, and they began talking impersonally.
Gordon watched for a sign that Trench had passed on
his evidence of the murder of Murdoch, but there was none.
(06:39):
The pressure of the beat took his mind from it.
Looting had stepped up. Izzie had co operated reluctantly until
Gordon was able to convince him that it was the
people who paid his salary. Then he nodded, it's a
hell of a roundabout way of doing things, Guvna. But
if the Geese pay for protection any old way, then
(07:00):
they're gonna get it. Hoodlums began moving elsewhere toward easier pickings.
Gordon turned his entire pay over to Sheila. At current prices,
it would barely keep them in food for a week.
I told you you had a punched meal ticket, he said, bitterly.
We'll live. She answered him, I got a job to
(07:20):
day bar maid on your beat, where being your wife helps.
He could think of nothing to say to it, but
after supper he went to Izzie's room to arrange for
a raid on municipal territory. Such small raids were normally
on the excuse of extending the boundaries, but actually they
were out and out looting. He came back to find
(07:43):
her cleaning up and shoved her away. Go to bed,
you look beat, I'll stand these. She started to protest,
then let him take over. They never made the looting raid.
The next morning they arrived at the precinct house to
find them milling around the bulletin board buzzing over an
(08:04):
announcement there. Apparently Chief Justice Arlis had broken with the
Wayne administration, and the mimeographed form was a legal ruling
that Wayne was no longer mayor since the charter had
been voided. He was charged with inciting a riot, and
a warrant had been issued for his arrest. Hendrix appeared Finally,
(08:26):
all right, men, he shouted, you all see it. We're
going to arrest Wayne. By jingo. They can't say we
ain't legal now. Every odd numbered shield goes from every precinct. Gordon, Isaacs,
you two been talking big about law and order. Here's
a warrant, Take it and arrest Wayne. It took nearly
(08:49):
an hour to get the plans settled, but finally they
headed for the trucks that had been arriving. Most of
them belonged to Nick, the crewp who had apparently decided
the legals would win. Gordon and Izzie found the lead
truck and led the way. They neared the bar where
Sheila was working, and Bruce swore she was running toward
(09:10):
the center of the street frantically trying to flag him down,
and he barely managed to swerve around her. Ha ha, damned fool,
he muttered, Izzie's pock marked face soured for a second
as he stared at Gordon the princess, she sure is.
The crew at the barricade had been alerted and now
(09:31):
began clearing it aside hastily, while others kept up a
covering fire against a few municipals. The trucks wheeled through,
and Gordon dropped back to let scout trucks go ahead
and pick off any ration enough to head for the
call boxes. They couldn't prevent advance warning, but they could
delay and minimize it. They were near the big municipal
(09:52):
building when they came to the first real opposition, and
it was obviously hastily assembled. The Scouts took care of
most of the trouble, though a few shots pinged against
the truck Gordon was driving rifles. Izzy commented in disgust.
They'll ruin the dome yet, why can't they stick to knives.
(10:14):
He was studying a map of the big building, picking
their best entrance ahead. Trucks formed a sort of V
formation as they reached the grounds around it and began
buling their way through the groups that were trying to
organize a defense. Gordon found his way cleared and shot through,
(10:34):
emerging behind the defence and driving at full speed toward
the entrance. Izzy pointed out cut speed left sharp, Ausy
shouted now and there They sliced into a small tunnel,
scraping their sides where it was barely big enough for
the truck. Then they reached a dead end with just
(10:55):
room for them to squeeze through the door of the
truck and into an entrance marked with a big notice
of There was a guard beside an elevator, but Izzie's
knife took care of him. They ducked around the elevator,
unsure of whether it could be remotely controlled, and up
a narrow flight of stairs, down a hallway, and up
(11:15):
another flight. A municipal corporal at the top grabbed for
a warning whistle, but Gordon clipped him with a hasty
rabbit punch and shoved him down the stairs. Then they
were in front of an ornate door with their weapons ready.
Izzie yanked the door open and dropped flat behind it.
Bullets from a submachine gun clipped out, peppering the entrance
(11:38):
in the door and ricocheted down the hall. The yammering
stopped finally, and Izzie stuck his head in one arm
out With a snap of his knife, Gordon leaped in
to see a municipal dropping the machine gun. There were
about thirty cops inside, gathered around Mayor Wayne, with Trench
standing at one side. The fool had obviously expected the
(12:01):
machine gun to do all the work, as he leaped
for the machine gun and yanked it from dead hands
while the cops slowly began raising their arms. Waine sat petrified,
staring unbelievingly, and Gordon drew out the warrant. Waine, You're
under arrest. Trench moved forward, his hands in the air,
(12:23):
but with no mark of surprise or fear on his face.
So the bad pennies turn up, you damned fools. You
should have stuck. I had big plans for you, Gordon.
I've still got them if you don't insist. His hands
whipped down savagely toward his hips and came up sharply.
Gordon spun and the gun leaped in his hands while
(12:45):
the submachine gun jerked forward and clicked on an empty chamber.
Trench was tumbling forward to avoid the shot, but he
twitched as a bullet creased his shoulder. Then he was upright,
waving empty hands at them, with the thin smile of
his face deepening. He'd had no guns. Gordon jerked around,
(13:05):
but Wain was already disappearing through a heavy door, and
the cops were reaching for their guns. Gordon estimated the
chances of escape and then leaped forward into their group,
with Izzie at his side, seeking close quarters where guns
wouldn't work. Gun butts, elbows, fists, and clubs were pounding
at him, while his own club lashed out savagely, and
(13:27):
ten seconds things began to haze over, but his arms
went on mechanically, seeking the most damage they could work.
Then a heavy bellow sounded and a seaming mountain of
flesh thundered across the huge room. There was no shuffle
to Mother Cory. Now. The huge legs pumped steadily and
the great arms were reaching out to flay offside clubs
(13:49):
and knives. Men began spewing out of the brawl like
straw from a thresher. As the old man grabbed arms, legs,
or whatever was handy. He had one cop in his
left arm, using him as a flail against the others.
The municipals broke and at the first sign Mother Cory
leaped forward, dropping his flail and gathering Izzie and Gordon
(14:13):
under his arms. He hit the heavy door with his
shoulder and crashed through without breaking stride. Stairs lay there,
and he took them three at a time. He dropped
them finally as they came to a side entrance. There
was a sporadic firing going on there, and a knot
of municipals were clustered around a few legals busy with
(14:35):
knives and clubs. Cory broke into a run again, driving
straight into them and through with Gordon and Izzie on
his heels. The surprise element was enough to give them
a few seconds. Then they were around a small side
building out of danger. Sheila was holding the door of
a large three wheeler open. They ducked into it while
(14:57):
she grabbed the wheel. They edged forward until they could
make out the shape of the fight going on. The
legals had never quite reached the front of the building, obviously,
and were now cut into sections. Corey tapped her shoulder,
pointing out the route, and she gunned the car. They
were throw too fast to draw fire from the busy
(15:17):
groups of battle crazed men. Leaping across the square and
into the first side street, they could find. Then she
slowed and headed for the main street, back to legal territory.
Lucky we found a good car to steal mother. Corey wheezed.
He was puffing now, mopping rivulets of perspiration from his face.
(15:39):
I'm getting old cobbers. Once I broke every strong man
record on earth. Still stand too, but not now, senile.
You didn't have to come, as he said, when my
own granddaughter comes crying for help, she finally admits she
needs her old grandfather. Gordon, staring back at the straggling
(16:01):
of trucks he could see beginning to break away. The
raid was over, and the legals had lost Trench had
tricked him. Izzie grunted suddenly, guv'na if you're right, and
the plain geese pay my salary? Who's paying me to
start fighting over cops? Or is it maybe that somebody
(16:22):
isn't being exactly honest with a scratch they lifted from
the geese. We still have to eat, Gordon said, bitterly,
And to eat, we'll go on doing what we're told.
End of Chapter thirteen,
Chapter thirteen of Polish or Planet by Lester Dlray. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter thirteen Arrest
Mayor Wayne. The legal forces were shorthanded in eager for recruits.
(00:22):
They had struck quickly according to plans made by experts
on Earth, and now controlled about half of Marsport, but
it was a sprawling crescent around the central section, harder
to handle than the municipal territory. Bruce Gordon was sworn
in at once. Then he cooled his heels while the
(00:43):
florid ponche ex politician Commissioner Crane worried about his rating
and repeated how corrupt Mars was and how the collection
system was over absolutely over. In the end, he was
given a captain's pay and the rank of sar Argeant.
As a favor, he was allowed to share a beat
(01:04):
with Honest Izzy under Captain Hendrix, who had simply switched
sighs after losing the morning's battle. Gordon's credits were changed
to legal script and he was issued a trim fitting
green uniform. Then a surprisingly competent doctor examined his wound,
re bandaged it, and sent him home for the day.
(01:27):
The change was finished, and he felt like a grown
man playing with dolls. He walked back, watching the dull
looking people closing off their homes as they had done
at elections. Here and there houses had been broken into
during the night. There were occasional buzzes of angry conversation
that cut off as he approached Marsport. Had learned to
(01:53):
hate all cops, and a change of uniform hadn't altered that. Instead,
the people seemed to resent the loss of the familiar
symbol of hatred. He found Izzy and Randolph at the
restaurant across from other corries. Izzy grinned suddenly at the
sight of the uniform. I knew it, Gouvna knew it
(02:15):
the minute I heard Jurgens was a cop. Did you
make him give you my beat? He seemed genuinely pleased
as Gordon nodded and then dropped it to point to Randolph.
Guess what governor the legals bought Randy's crusader traded him
an old job press in a bag of scratch for
(02:36):
his reputation. You'll be late, Izzy, Randolph said quietly. Gordon
suddenly realized that Randolph, like everyone else, seemed to be
Izzy's friend. He watched the little man leave and reached
out for the menu. Randolph picked it out of his hand.
(02:56):
You've got a wife home, muckraker, you don't have to
eat this filth. Gordon got up, grimaced at the obvious dismissal,
but the publisher motioned him back again. Yeah, the legals
want the Crusader for their propaganda, he said wearily. New
slogans and new uniforms, and none of them mean anything. Here.
(03:20):
He drew a small golden band from his little finger.
My mother's wedding ring. Give it to her, and if
you tell her it came from me, I'll rip out
your guts. He got up suddenly and hobbled out, his
pinched face working, Gordon turned the ring over, puzzled. Finally,
(03:42):
he got up and headed for his room, a little
surprised to find the door unlocked. Sheila opened her eyes
at his uniform, but made no comment. Food ready in
ten minutes, she told him she'd already been shopping and
had installed the tiny cookie equipment used in half Marsport.
(04:02):
There was also a small iron laying beside a pile
of his laundered clothes. He dropped onto the bed wearily,
then jerked upright as she came over to remove his boots,
but there was no mockery on her face, and oddly
it felt good to him. Maybe her idea of married
life was different from his. She was standing the dishes
(04:26):
and putting them away when he finally remembered the ring.
He studied it again, then got up and dropped it
beside her. He was surprised as she fumbled it on
to see that it fitted, and more surprised at the
sudden realization that she was entitled to it. She studied
(04:47):
it under the glare of the single bulb and then
turned to her room. She was back a few seconds
later with a small purse. I got a duplicate key.
Yours is in there, said thickly, and something else. I
guess I was going to give it to you anyway.
I was afraid some one else might find it. He
(05:10):
cut her off brusquely, his eyes riveted on the security
badge he'd been sure Trench had taken. Yea, I know
your meal ticket was in danger. Okay, okay, you've done
your nightly duty. Now get the hell out of my room,
will you. The week went on mechanically while he gradually
adjusted to the new angles of being illegal. The banks
(05:34):
were open and deposits honored as promised, but it was
in the printing press script of legal currency useful only
through Mayor Gannett's trick exchanges. Water went up from fourteen
credits to eighty credits for a gallon of pure distilled.
Other things were worse. Resentment flared, but the script was
(05:57):
the only money available, and it still bound the people
to the new regime. Supplies were scarce, salt and sugar
almost unavailable. Earth had cut off all shipping until the
affair was settled, and nobody in the outlands would deal
in script. He came home the third evening to find
that Sheila had managed to find space for her bunk
(06:19):
in his room cut off by a heavy screen, and
had closed the other room to save the rent. It
led to some relaxation between them, and they began talking impersonally.
Gordon watched for a sign that Trench had passed on
his evidence of the murder of Murdoch, but there was none.
(06:39):
The pressure of the beat took his mind from it.
Looting had stepped up. Izzie had co operated reluctantly until
Gordon was able to convince him that it was the
people who paid his salary. Then he nodded, it's a
hell of a roundabout way of doing things, Guvna. But
if the Geese pay for protection any old way, then
(07:00):
they're gonna get it. Hoodlums began moving elsewhere toward easier pickings.
Gordon turned his entire pay over to Sheila. At current prices,
it would barely keep them in food for a week.
I told you you had a punched meal ticket, he said, bitterly.
We'll live. She answered him, I got a job to
(07:20):
day bar maid on your beat, where being your wife helps.
He could think of nothing to say to it, but
after supper he went to Izzie's room to arrange for
a raid on municipal territory. Such small raids were normally
on the excuse of extending the boundaries, but actually they
were out and out looting. He came back to find
(07:43):
her cleaning up and shoved her away. Go to bed,
you look beat, I'll stand these. She started to protest,
then let him take over. They never made the looting raid.
The next morning they arrived at the precinct house to
find them milling around the bulletin board buzzing over an
(08:04):
announcement there. Apparently Chief Justice Arlis had broken with the
Wayne administration, and the mimeographed form was a legal ruling
that Wayne was no longer mayor since the charter had
been voided. He was charged with inciting a riot, and
a warrant had been issued for his arrest. Hendrix appeared Finally,
(08:26):
all right, men, he shouted, you all see it. We're
going to arrest Wayne. By jingo. They can't say we
ain't legal now. Every odd numbered shield goes from every precinct. Gordon, Isaacs,
you two been talking big about law and order. Here's
a warrant, Take it and arrest Wayne. It took nearly
(08:49):
an hour to get the plans settled, but finally they
headed for the trucks that had been arriving. Most of
them belonged to Nick, the crewp who had apparently decided
the legals would win. Gordon and Izzie found the lead
truck and led the way. They neared the bar where
Sheila was working, and Bruce swore she was running toward
(09:10):
the center of the street frantically trying to flag him down,
and he barely managed to swerve around her. Ha ha, damned fool,
he muttered, Izzie's pock marked face soured for a second
as he stared at Gordon the princess, she sure is.
The crew at the barricade had been alerted and now
(09:31):
began clearing it aside hastily, while others kept up a
covering fire against a few municipals. The trucks wheeled through,
and Gordon dropped back to let scout trucks go ahead
and pick off any ration enough to head for the
call boxes. They couldn't prevent advance warning, but they could
delay and minimize it. They were near the big municipal
(09:52):
building when they came to the first real opposition, and
it was obviously hastily assembled. The Scouts took care of
most of the trouble, though a few shots pinged against
the truck Gordon was driving rifles. Izzy commented in disgust.
They'll ruin the dome yet, why can't they stick to knives.
(10:14):
He was studying a map of the big building, picking
their best entrance ahead. Trucks formed a sort of V
formation as they reached the grounds around it and began
buling their way through the groups that were trying to
organize a defense. Gordon found his way cleared and shot through,
(10:34):
emerging behind the defence and driving at full speed toward
the entrance. Izzy pointed out cut speed left sharp, Ausy
shouted now and there They sliced into a small tunnel,
scraping their sides where it was barely big enough for
the truck. Then they reached a dead end with just
(10:55):
room for them to squeeze through the door of the
truck and into an entrance marked with a big notice
of There was a guard beside an elevator, but Izzie's
knife took care of him. They ducked around the elevator,
unsure of whether it could be remotely controlled, and up
a narrow flight of stairs, down a hallway, and up
(11:15):
another flight. A municipal corporal at the top grabbed for
a warning whistle, but Gordon clipped him with a hasty
rabbit punch and shoved him down the stairs. Then they
were in front of an ornate door with their weapons ready.
Izzie yanked the door open and dropped flat behind it.
Bullets from a submachine gun clipped out, peppering the entrance
(11:38):
in the door and ricocheted down the hall. The yammering
stopped finally, and Izzie stuck his head in one arm
out With a snap of his knife, Gordon leaped in
to see a municipal dropping the machine gun. There were
about thirty cops inside, gathered around Mayor Wayne, with Trench
standing at one side. The fool had obviously expected the
(12:01):
machine gun to do all the work, as he leaped
for the machine gun and yanked it from dead hands
while the cops slowly began raising their arms. Waine sat petrified,
staring unbelievingly, and Gordon drew out the warrant. Waine, You're
under arrest. Trench moved forward, his hands in the air,
(12:23):
but with no mark of surprise or fear on his face.
So the bad pennies turn up, you damned fools. You
should have stuck. I had big plans for you, Gordon.
I've still got them if you don't insist. His hands
whipped down savagely toward his hips and came up sharply.
Gordon spun and the gun leaped in his hands while
(12:45):
the submachine gun jerked forward and clicked on an empty chamber.
Trench was tumbling forward to avoid the shot, but he
twitched as a bullet creased his shoulder. Then he was upright,
waving empty hands at them, with the thin smile of
his face deepening. He'd had no guns. Gordon jerked around,
(13:05):
but Wain was already disappearing through a heavy door, and
the cops were reaching for their guns. Gordon estimated the
chances of escape and then leaped forward into their group,
with Izzie at his side, seeking close quarters where guns
wouldn't work. Gun butts, elbows, fists, and clubs were pounding
at him, while his own club lashed out savagely, and
(13:27):
ten seconds things began to haze over, but his arms
went on mechanically, seeking the most damage they could work.
Then a heavy bellow sounded and a seaming mountain of
flesh thundered across the huge room. There was no shuffle
to Mother Cory. Now. The huge legs pumped steadily and
the great arms were reaching out to flay offside clubs
(13:49):
and knives. Men began spewing out of the brawl like
straw from a thresher. As the old man grabbed arms, legs,
or whatever was handy. He had one cop in his
left arm, using him as a flail against the others.
The municipals broke and at the first sign Mother Cory
leaped forward, dropping his flail and gathering Izzie and Gordon
(14:13):
under his arms. He hit the heavy door with his
shoulder and crashed through without breaking stride. Stairs lay there,
and he took them three at a time. He dropped
them finally as they came to a side entrance. There
was a sporadic firing going on there, and a knot
of municipals were clustered around a few legals busy with
(14:35):
knives and clubs. Cory broke into a run again, driving
straight into them and through with Gordon and Izzie on
his heels. The surprise element was enough to give them
a few seconds. Then they were around a small side
building out of danger. Sheila was holding the door of
a large three wheeler open. They ducked into it while
(14:57):
she grabbed the wheel. They edged forward until they could
make out the shape of the fight going on. The
legals had never quite reached the front of the building, obviously,
and were now cut into sections. Corey tapped her shoulder,
pointing out the route, and she gunned the car. They
were throw too fast to draw fire from the busy
(15:17):
groups of battle crazed men. Leaping across the square and
into the first side street, they could find. Then she
slowed and headed for the main street, back to legal territory.
Lucky we found a good car to steal mother. Corey wheezed.
He was puffing now, mopping rivulets of perspiration from his face.
(15:39):
I'm getting old cobbers. Once I broke every strong man
record on earth. Still stand too, but not now, senile.
You didn't have to come, as he said, when my
own granddaughter comes crying for help, she finally admits she
needs her old grandfather. Gordon, staring back at the straggling
(16:01):
of trucks he could see beginning to break away. The
raid was over, and the legals had lost Trench had
tricked him. Izzie grunted suddenly, guv'na if you're right, and
the plain geese pay my salary? Who's paying me to
start fighting over cops? Or is it maybe that somebody
(16:22):
isn't being exactly honest with a scratch they lifted from
the geese. We still have to eat, Gordon said, bitterly,
And to eat, we'll go on doing what we're told.
End of Chapter thirteen,
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CrimeLess: Hillbilly Heist
It’s 1996 in rural North Carolina, and an oddball crew makes history when they pull off America’s third largest cash heist. But it’s all downhill from there. Join host Johnny Knoxville as he unspools a wild and woolly tale about a group of regular ‘ol folks who risked it all for a chance at a better life. CrimeLess: Hillbilly Heist answers the question: what would you do with 17.3 million dollars? The answer includes diamond rings, mansions, velvet Elvis paintings, plus a run for the border, murder-for-hire-plots, and FBI busts.