When Mori arrives at the station the desk sergeant makes a big show of finding her name on the twenty-page authorized translator list; by the time she gets back to Interrogation Two, Yusuf is fuming.

“About damn time!” he says. “So I’m right? They speak Pinter?”

“No,” says Mori, “Mamet. Not my specialty, but…”

“Are you actuallygonnafucking–” yells one of the perps.

“We’vebeentalking all morning and it’s like–” says the other.

“TRYING to spillthebeans–”

“‘Cause thesemotherfuckers–”

“FuckingMORNING they’ve been–”

“Theybeenfucking–”

“Areyougonnalisten? Huh?”

“Mother–”

“So?” says Yusuf. “Can you make sense of that?”

“I think they want some beans,” Mori frowns.