Tamara

We in the Treasury Department were somehow chosen for the job of incarcerating Alphonse.

I couldn't help wondering why a Treasury Department unit should be assigned to nab a murderer, a gambler, and a bootlegger.

Anyway, Mellon was my boss.

Ergo, I said, yes, Mr. Mellon, we'll get right on it.

Yes, I guess we are stuck, Mr. Ropa.

No, Mr. Ivory, we're not stuck, you're stuck.

I think a clue as to just how complicated this job became can be found in the following dreary statistic.

From 1920 to 1928, we fired 706 prohibition agents for larceny and prosecuted 257 for same.

The Roosevelt administration made me go after Andy Mellon.

Hello, my name is Tamara.

I'm in New Orleans, and you're listening to ThruLine on NPR.

I sent an analysis, Ethan, to Discord.

No, that's an old meme.

It's been around for a while.

I want to make that.

I mean, I knew that they previously split up, but I thought, you know, him slapping Chris Rock, I thought they were living together.

I thought that fixed the relationship.

I mean, I thought at that point if he was going to go to that extent.

Will Smith just smacked the shit out of me.

He turned on The Matrix for that movie.