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Pop Culture Mysteries – Case File #002 – Who Shot First? (Part 5)

PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES…

PART 1 – Hatcher recalls old times.

PART 2 – Delilah pays our resident gumshoe a visit.  She comes bearing gifts.  (Actually, not really.  BQB expects them to be returned with their original packaging intact.

PART 3 – A gentleman caller whisks Delilah off to a night at the opera.  Hatcher wishes he could trade places with whoever this guy is.

PART 4 – Agnes the Librarian helps Hatcher with his technological illiteracy once again.

AND NOW THE POP CULTURE MYSTERIES CONTINUE…

I was dumbstruck.  It felt like that feeling you get when you find out your wife has been two-timing you with every yokel from here to Papa New Guinea.  It was a combination of anger and confusion and I wasn’t sure which one was winning out.

“What the hell happened?”  I asked old Agnes as she closed the movie player gadget.

BQB EDITORIAL NOTE:  I’d say, “SPOILER ALERT” but really, if you haven’t seen Star Wars yet, I scoff at your nerd credentials.  Back to Jake.

“The rebels won,”  Agnes said.  “Luke destroyed the Death Star.”

“With one shot?”  I asked.  “Unlikely.”

One shot my oily hide.  I lost count of all the Nazis I had to shoot before I made a dent in the Third Reich and this kid in his bathrobe does it in one try?

Sure, and if you believe that, I’ve got a bridge I’d like to sell you at a reasonable price.  Goes all the way to Brooklyn.

“So does Luke get to make whoopie with that space princess or what?”  I asked.

Agnes looked at me like I’d just grown a second head.

“You really don’t know much about the world, do you?”  Agnes asked.

“Oh, let me guess,”  I said.  “He tells her to hit the bricks because he doesn’t like those big buns on her head, right?  Some fellas can be so vain.”

“I think I’ll just let you find out on your own when you watch the next one,”  Agnes said as she handed me a flyer.

It read:

INTRODUCTION TO COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY

Wednesdays at 10 am

Computer Room C

Learn the basics of personal computing.  Word processing, information management, surfing the Internet and more.

Refreshments served.

Librarian Agnes Abernathy, Instructor

“What’s all this then?”  I asked.  “If you’re selling something, I already gave at the office, see?”

“It’s a free class,”  Agnes said.  “It’s mostly filled by seniors who’ve never seen a computer before.  I have to say I’ve never seen someone your age with such a lack of technical knowledge.  You’d be my youngest student ever but I think you’d really benefit.”

“Sorry sister,”  I said.  “School’s out for this palooka.  ‘Less learnin,’ more earnin,’ as my old man used to say.”

“There’s a free sandwich platter.”

“Sold,”  I said without hesitation.

I was never one to turn down free grub.

I made my way back to my office.  The details of Han Solo’s encounter with Greedo were fresh in my mind.

I jotted it all down.  Here are my notes along with crime scene recreations I produced using Mr. Battler’s toys, er I mean his research products:

1)  Solo’s in the Mos Eisley Cantina.  That old timer, Obi Wan Kadoobie Whatever describes it as:  a “wretched hive of scum and villainy.”  Kind of reminds me of Mugsy’s joint, the Gilded Lilly.

2)  Greedo’s an ugly mug, a green alien of some kind.  Big blank eyes and a pair of horns on his head that look like they should be attached to a kid’s bicycle.  He ‘aint winning any beauty contests any time soon.

3)  He’s also a bounty hunter.  Seems Han did some smuggling for Jabba the Hutt, a space gangster.  Dropped the goods when he spotted the space authorities and now he Jabba wants compensation, so much that he’s put a price on Han’s head.  Let me tell you, 3.5 readers, if there’s one position you don’t want to be in, it’s owing money to an organized crime boss.

4)  Greedo’s a bounty hunter and pulls a pistol on Han.  Han tells the galoot he’s got Jabba’s money.  Greedo tells him to hand it over and maybe he’ll forget he saw him.  I suppose degenerates are the same everywhere, even in outer space.  None of them can be trusted.

Greedo pulls a piece on Han.

Greedo pulls a piece on Han.

5)  Han pulls a fake-out.  He looks up and to the left while reaching down for his pistol with his right hand.  A shrewd move.  As an ex-boxer, I’m more than familiar with the “fake-left, jab right” routine.  Make your opponent think your mind’s elsewhere then strike in a way he’d never expect.

The Fake Out (I need to retake this photo with Han looking to his left but you get the gist.)

The Fake Out (I need to retake this photo with Han looking to his left but you get the gist.)

6) Greedo tells Han maybe Jabba will only take the Millenium Falcon (Han’s ship).  Han’s reply?  “Over my dead body.”  I like this fella’s moxie.  I had an old caddy I felt the same way about.

7)  GREEDO:  That’s the idea.  I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.

HAN:  Yes, I bet you have.

8)  Assumedly, Han pulls his shooting iron out at some point without the knowledge of his assailant. We never actually see this happen because there’s a table in the way.  (We see him take the safety off, but we never actually see him take out the gun.)

My apologies.  Mr. Battler was too cheap to spring for a doll house table.  Assume Greedo can't see Han's piece, thus giving the rogue pilot the element of surprise.

My apologies. Mr. Battler was too cheap to spring for a doll house table. Assume Greedo can’t see Han’s piece, thus giving the rogue pilot the element of surprise.

9)  Upon Han’s, “Yes, I bet you have.”  There’s two blasts and some smoke and then the green man’s head hits the table.  He’s stone cold dead.

Solo - 1, Greedo - 0

Solo – 1, Greedo – 0

10)  Han, tough guy that he is, stands up like nothing happened and walks out, pitching the barkeep some money as an apology for the corpse he left behind.  Classy guy.

11)  Just for kicks, I imagine what it would look like if Han gave Greedo a celebratory curb stomp:

Eat space boot, loser!

Eat space boot, loser!

So, what did I learn from all this?

As often happens in real life when shit goes down, the Han vs. Greedo encounter was over and done with in the blink of an eye. Both shots were fired so fast that this investigator was left clueless.

Alas, after viewing the source material and conducting my own crime scene recreation exercise, I was no closer to blowing the lid off this can of worms than I was before I started.

I’d have to review what the experts had to say.

What are the major Han vs. Greedo theories?  Next time on Pop Culture Mysteries.

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Pop Culture Mysteries – Case File #002 – Who Shot First? (Part 2)

PREVIOUSLY ON POP CULTURE MYSTERIES…

READ PART 1 – Jake receives a request from Bookshelf Q. Battler to investigate whether Han or Greedo shot first in the original Star Wars (1977) film.  Our resident gumshoe is reminded of a similar encounter he had with mobster Tips Malone.

The case had come to a standstill.  I had zero leads and even less patience.

“I give up,” I said as I put my feet up on my desk and drifted back to sleep.

“Who shot first?  Who cares?  Why does it even matter?”

Hatcher types his report.

Hatcher types his report.

The enchanting face of Delilah K. Donnelly filled my dreams but alas, it was all for naught.

My chances of getting up close and personal with that blonde bombshell?

About the same as a duck billed platypus walking into a room without anyone laughing.

An hour later, there was a knock on my office door.

I ignored it.  More knocks.

“Beat it, Jack!”  I yelled.  “I’m closed!”

Another knock.

“Mr. Hatcher?”

It was Delilah.  I jumped out of my chair faster than the 6:15 to Walla Walla, Washington.

I found a mirror and straightened my fedora.  I was a mess but then again, I always was.  Most private dicks usually are.  Par for the course in the criminal catching racket.

Delilah K. Donnelly, BQB's Attorney

Delilah K. Donnelly, BQB’s Attorney

I opened the door and there she was, my dream girl all decked out from stem to stern in a gorgeous dress.

Such a fashion maven. I doubt she ever took two steps away from home without gussying up and polishing herself shinier than a hay penny.

“Mr. Hatcher,”  Delilah said. “I dare say your mother would be appalled that you kept a lady waiting.”

“She would indeed, Ms. Donnelly, she would indeed,” I said as I showed her in and pulled out a chair for her.  “Unfortunately, I had to make myself presentable.”

“Are you still working on that?”  Delilah asked as she pinched her nose, oblivious to the fact that her insult struck my heart with the precision of an arrow shot by Robin Hood’s bow.  “It smells like a distillery in here.”

“Yes,” I said as I grabbed a flask off my desk and shoved it into a drawer.  “One of uh, my clients, left that here.  Poor drunk fellow.  Can’t get enough of the stuff.  Me personally, I rarely touch the devil’s juice.”

“I should hope not,”  Delilah said as she sparked up one of her filtered cigarettes.  “I worry about the integrity of individuals with addictions, Mr. Hatcher.”

I thought about pointing out that smoking was, in fact, an addiction but the gears cranking away in my brain indicated to me that such a statement wouldn’t take me very far in my quest to separate Ms. Donnelly from her fine fashions.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”  I asked.

The lady lawyer plopped a plastic bag on my desk.  I opened it up and found these fellas inside:

The Suspects

The Suspects

“What in the name of Dwight D. Eisenhower is all this then?”  I asked.

“Research,”  Delilah said.  “Mr. Battler sent me to a store to purchase these toys and asked that I deliver them posthaste in the hopes that they will help you solve your second pop culture mystery.”

“I don’t get it,” I said as I held one of them up.  “What am I supposed to do with these guys?”

“Well,”  Delilah said as she blew out a smoke ring.  “They’re toys are they not?  You simply play with them, Mr. Hatcher, and see what happens next.”

Will Hatcher crack the case?  The story continues tomorrow…

Copyright (c) Bookshelf Q. Battler 2015.  All Rights Reserved.

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POP CULTURE MYSTERIES!

Pop Culture Mysteries is a new feature on the Bookshelf Battle Blog, hosted by a storytelling nerd of world renown, the one and only Bookshelf Q. Battler!

Jake Hatcher, a hardboiled 1950’s film noir detective in the tradition of Sam Spade and Phillip Marlowe, has agreed to solve one hundred pop culture mysteries and file his reports right here on bookshelfbattle.com

LADY: Oh Detective, can you solve the Mystery of Why BQB Only Has 3.5 Readers? HATCHER:  Because he stinks worse than a swamp on low tide day, ma'am.  Now that'll be five bucks.

LADY: Oh Detective, can you solve the Mystery of Why BQB Only Has 3.5 Readers?
HATCHER: Because he stinks worse than a swamp at low tide, ma’am. Now that’ll be five bucks.

SOME CASES CURRENTLY ON HATCHER’S TO-DO LIST:

1)  How the hell did Doc and Marty from Back to the Future know each other?

2)  Why didn’t Rose take a seat in one of the life boats so Jack could keep that lousy piece of driftwood in Titanic?

3)  Who shot first?  Han or Greedo?

All these and more coming soon…but first up tomorrow…What happened to the original Brady Bunch spouses?

Do you have a pop culture mystery you want to put Detective Hatcher on?

Tweet it to @bookshelfbattle or leave it in #popculturemysteries (Because BQB totally owns that shit now)

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Together, we can help Jake solve 100 mysteries, earn 500 bucks and go back to 1955 where he will live like the King of Siam with his bag of green Abe Lincoln portraits.

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