"The partially, nearly Naked Gun 3 : 'They Saved Crumpf's Brain'..."
Summary: Frank Drebbin is out of retirement and on the case when he learns the fanatical former president and loser candidate Fred Crumpf may not be quite as dead as he left him and he and/or his crazies including his family threaten the newly elected President Woodrowmina Wilson.
Of course, Nordberg is no longer on the squad because of, well, we never talk about that...
Part XXX…
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"As soon as we're clear of the interference, let me know…" Marjorie told the flight attendant as she passed, the group awaiting the "all-clear" signal to unbuckle their seat belts.
Hafta move fast once we can get up…Terry thought. I may not be able to stop the base commander back in Oakland from getting word out but that'll take time and Lorene shouldn't need much to make his getaway and alert his people.
A pity Operation "Camp David" may have to be cancelled but it just means we'd have to await another opportunity…
There we go… She smiled as the seat belt light went out. Feeling for the phone…Yes, still safe in her pants pocket.
"Jeremy? Lets go find a quiet place to call Mom." She suggested, turning to him, brushing back dark hair...Something she/he had learned to enjoy this past year. Not only feels nice, but really gets the guys… "Maybe towards the back? Near the cargo hold?"
"Sure." He nodded. "So long as you're sure you wanna do it this way…I know your Mom's pretty conservative."
"Never been more sure, sweetie." She beamed.
"Frank?" Marjorie turned to him. "Lets get up to the pilot. I want to get in touch with Washington asap."
"We should have the docs come up too…Check out the pilot and copilot, just in case." Frank suggested as he unsnapped his seat belt and rose.
"All right…" she nodded, standing by him. Perhaps just a tad disappointed but accepting, Ed noted, watching from his seat. "Doctors? If you would." She addressed them.
Frank…I know proving our flight crew isn't about to kill us is important but…Ed thought.
The bill I'm going to present for this little job will cover the mortgage on my beach house for the next year…Dr. Emerson thought happily, nodding and unstrapping. As did Major Dr. Farley…
Hmmn…May as well go take a whiz and see how Edna and the kids are doing, Ed thought, snapping belt button.
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"So, how's it going there, kid?" Banner spoke to his satellite phone as he strolled the deck of the small charter cruise boat as it moved slowly through the harbor, he pausing to nod to another passenger, a handsome fellow in his 30s, in white shirt and khakis, currently making observations of the sky and taking notes.
"The whole gang in and waiting? Patiently, I hope?"
"So far…" Goebbels-Banner replied, covering one ear to drown out sounds of several guests singing old Nazi anthems at the hall's piano.
"Sounds like the old boys' brigade has had a few…" Banner noted to phone.
"Regular Beer Hall here…" Goebbels-Banner agreed, turning away and covering ear again. "Mabuse took me to see…It. Impressive, Dad."
"Hmmn…That's a bit of a shame, I wanted to share the first viewing with you." Banner frowned. "But alls well?"
"Oh, yeah. Dad, it spoke to me." Goebbels-Banner, astonished tone. "And I mean literally, over speaker. And as far as I could make out, it could hear me too. I couldn't believe it."
"Mabuse told me he had worked out communication…How's about the eyes?" Banner, pleased tone.
"Gross but working, I guess" Goebbels-Banner blanching slightly at the memory. "I didn't feel like a long conversation and it was still a bit in recovery mode."
"But it was coherent?" Banner asked the phone.
"It seemed to be. Mabuse said it was still a little disoriented but improving fast."
"Great, great…Well, I'll see you soon, son. After the trip here."
And the sub sinks the boat he's on, with all hands to leave no traces, Goebbels-Banner thought.
I suppose that's a bit of another violation of my Hippocratic Oath, to some extent…But hey I'm not giving the order to fire. Just as I haven't, so far, laid an experimental hand on a patient…Just reported their readings and kept an eye on the ones sent for consults to LA General, like Mrs. Hocken.
Well, ok…Maybe I did cross the Oath line with her. But it's not like I had to force her…Just that her brain was sort of, incapacitated. Again, not my doing.
"Well…I'd guess I'd better get back to schmoozing with the gang here. See ya soon, Dad."
"Love ya, kid." Banner pressed phone.
Well, well…So Mabuse managed communication…He nodded to himself. Excellent.
So long as the thing's not utterly insane and starts giving orders to kill everyone.
Now to see how dear "Terry"/Ernest is doing…And what she/he can tell me of our good Dr. Lorene…
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"I'm sure the Director will let us get up in a few…" Jeremy noted to an anxious Terry. "She just wants to make sure she gets word out before letting folks move about the plane."
"Right.." Terry, brittle smile…The couple, along with the rest, having been asked not to get up immediately, at least not till the Director and Lieutenant Drebbin had had the pilot contact Washington.
"Sorry if I'm a little impatient, honey." She noted quietly.
No one though noticing Hocken had already made his way to the restroom…
When ya gotta go, after all…
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"I hope you don't mind, Captain…" Marjorie, apologetically to the pilot as Drs. Emerson and Fairly stood by, Frank beside Marjorie. "It's just a precaution. And everyone, beginning with me, is undergoing it."
"No, fine by me." The Captain nodded. "Take over, Shirley." He told the copilot as he rose.
"I'm sure she would…Surely." Frank nodded. Supportive nod to the female copilot.
"These pilots…Real jocks." He noted to a slightly puzzled Marjorie, shaking his head, as the Captain stepped over for his exam by the two doctors.
"The interference is clearing, ma'am…" the flight engineer spoke up.
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Back in the main cabin, Terry had reluctantly decided there was no more time to waste, reaching for her phone as Ed Hocken moved past on his way to his seat, pausing as Jeremy apologetically informed him the Director had requested everyone stay in their seats…
"Oh, sorry…" Ed noted as he bumped Terry's arm and stumbled. "Here ya go…" he handed her his own phone, picked up by accident. "Good thing I managed that whiz first, eh, kid?" smile to Jeremy. Taking what he thought was his own phone in hand back to his seat…
Terry sighing a bit. Really would have liked to tell Mom about us. Leave her a nice memory of her daughter well and happy…Before she was blown to bits in a mysterious explosion.
She pressed phone…
Hmmn? Nothing? She tried again…
Ed now seated.
Oh, shit…She looked over… "Captain? I think you have my phone?"
"Do I? Aww, sorry. I'm a klutz today. Just a sec." Ed noted, fumbling in pocket.
"Oh, you gotta call coming in? Let me…" he pressed button.
Fortunately not that button…But…
"No, that's…" Terry began, anxiously.
"Yeah…?" Ed answered phone. "Who?"
"Steve…Banner?" he blinked at the phone. A "Who's this?" from the phone.
Damnit! Terry fumbled for gun in holster…
Ow, broke a nail! Shit!
"Drop it, Sanchez…" Jeremy, coldly, seizing her wrist with his good hand.
"Jesus… " Ed stared, as did several of the others…
"Let me go!" Terry struggled. "Grab her!" Jeremy ordered. "Captain? Be careful with that phone! It may be booby-trapped." he told a bewildered Ed as two agents confronted Terry, wresting the gun out of her hand as she tried to raise it and rise out of her seat.
"Swinehund!" she cried. "Ummn…Let me go, you idiots! I have to protect the Director!" she tried.
"Odd way of going about it, Terry. Pulling a gun in her plane." Jeremy eyed her, as he rose to confront her.
"Damn you!" she cried.
But, gee…Does this mean…? She eyed Jeremy.
"I didn't know but we wondered…" he eyed her. "You were pretty good but not quite the Terry Sanchez we knew, after your accident."
"You mean she's…" Hocken stared from his seat, handing the phone over to an agent Jeremy had sent over.
"I didn't want to believe it but yeah…She is one of them." Jeremy nodded. "They killed poor Terry after her accident and put…This…In her." He eyed her coldly.
"Oh, nice way to talk…" Terry glared. "You didn't seem to mind any changes before…Including three weeks ago in that motel." She eyed him.
"I didn't believe it. But the Director…She had concerns." he shrugged. "So, I agreed to watch you. I'll admit you had me fooled pretty well. I was ready to vouch for you."
Oh…She thought…Well, that's kinda sweet…He didn't know, for sure.
Not like he was just using me…
"You ready to talk, whoever you are?" Jeremy eyed her.
"I was willing to have my brain placed in the body of this woman…I was willing to kowtow to that $#$ ! woman as my 'superior' for months…"
Though damn, she's pretty good to have suspected me like that.
"I was willing to sleep with you." She eyed him coldly. "You think I'd talk now?"
"Explosive charge…" the agent who taken the phone from Ed called to Jeremy.
"Ok, get to the Director and inform her. Keep her safe there till we do a sweep of the plane…You were ordered to blow us up, eh? On orders from Banner? What's your real name?"
And please let it be a girl's…? he thought.
"I have nothing to say." Terry glared.
"Fine. I'll leave you to the Director. Cuff her to the seat, Wilson." He ordered another agent who pulled handcuffs out.
"You people murdered that poor kid…" Ed eyed Terry. "And now you're out to get the President and kill us on the way…?" grim tone. Fists balling.
"We mean to establish a new and superior order for the World." She noted archly. "Though…Your friend isn't dead." She eyed Jeremy's somewhat stricken face.
I mean it's not a vital secret to tell him…And so what if I don't want him to think I'm totally heartless…?
"Her brain's still being kept alive…By our people." She noted. "To test how long we can maintain a brain outside the body."
"Terry's brain is still alive?" Jeremy stared.
Eehew…Ed and several others thought.
"Hmmn-hmmn…" nod. "So, it would behoove you not to kill me…Or risk damaging this body, Jeremy." She eyed him, slight coy smile.
"We won't need to do either…Miss or Whoever you are…" Marjorie, entering the cabin, Frank behind her, watching everyone carefully. The agent Jeremy had sent just following him.
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