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says, “Tomorrow Is Already Yesterday.” I have no idea what it means.

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    AGENT #3553: Very well. We should note, however, that you had to narrow your eyes nearly to the point of closing them and lean precariously in your chair in the direction of the poster in order to decipher what should be an easily readable message celebrating the achievements of the heroic workers of the Czechoslovak Socialist Republic. Without your glasses, isn’t it fair to say you’re practically blind, Comrade Reznícková?
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: Fair, yes. I can barely see your face without squinting. But I don’t want to make you any clearer. You’re just a blur of thinning hair and graying flesh wrapped in stiff layers of green. Dark green military cap, green wool overcoat, pea green tie. The Green Blur, I’ll call you. You smell of Stag soap and smoke Rudá hvězda , Red Star, proletarian cigarette of the people. Off duty you probably smoke American cigarettes bought with Tuzex vouchers. You’re in every apparent way a standard issue policeman. And yet, I think to myself, isn’t my situation plainly a matter for the StB, Státní bezpečnost, the secret police?
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    AGENT #3553: Why would you think this?
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: Could the Green Blur then be a covert StB operative disguised as a regular overt VB cop? Or are so many secret police already posing as professors and priests, engineers and factory foremen, that a street cop is the only disguise left? Couldn’t even be considered a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Maybe there are no sheep left. Only wolves and dogs.
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    AGENT #3553: We’ve searched your apartment and have discovered a number of items—we shall be discussing those in due time—but you should be happy to learn that we found a second pair of glasses you keep by your nightstand.

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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: My reading glasses.
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    AGENT #3553: We’ll get them to you once they’re examined. At that point, perhaps we can consider allowing you to identify the accordion case.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: You’re examining my reading glasses?
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    AGENT #3553: We examine all evidence that maybe relevant.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: How are my glasses relevant?
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    AGENT #3553: We’re not at liberty to discuss your glasses.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: [Unintelligible]. But can you tell me whether playing or owning an accordion is now a crime? If that is really what this is all about. Or maybe you’re saying the instrument itself is suspected of some transgression?
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    AGENT #3553: We find your fixation on this accordion curious.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: I find it curious you’ve asked me about it some six hundred times.
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    AGENT #3553: We’ve merely been discussing the case.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: And apparently my case involves an accordion.
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    AGENT #3553: Your case involves an accordion case. Which you well know. The accordion as musical instrument has nothing to do with the charges against you.

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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: Ah. So there are charges?
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    AGENT #3553: We’re not at liberty to discuss any charges. Let’s talk about your whereabouts on Sunday morning. You left your apartment at approximately 8 am.
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: Permit me one question. Don’t you, comrade, have a murderer to catch?
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    [Silence—duration 3 seconds]
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: From one citizen to another, wouldn’t it be more in the people’s interest to let me be and instead go after this monster we all know is on the loose?
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    [Silence—duration 4 seconds]
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    REZNÍCKOVÁ: You know what I’m talking about. The young girl’s body found Saturday morning near the Strahov stadium. It was all my customers could talk about. They say it’s him, you know. The Right Hand of God.
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    AGENT #3553: The Right Hand of God is a superstition, as I’m sure you well know. On the morning