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Leo Brawn
Leo Brawn, a new horror podcast from Shoestring TV. Leo Brawn, a former homicide detective killed in the line of duty turned demon hunter from Hell, has been summoned to South Florida to locate Phillip Weston. Phillip has seen better days; he lost his job, can't find his family and he's hearing mysterious voices and finding strange messages in his house. He is a man possessed, literally. Armed with his trusty briefcase, Leo investigates the Weston residence for signs of demonic possession but uncovers an evil far more terrifying than he could have possibly imagined.
Leo Brawn
Leo Brawn - Episode 12: Mister Nice Guy (Part 2 of 2)
Jillian tracks the weirdo Howard to the Oracle Night Club, seeking Sebastien's whereabouts and some payback. She is intercepted by The Marksman who realizes there may be more to Jillian than originally believed.
Satan unveils the next phase of Hell's transformation.
As for Leo, he is beset by multiple revelations that will define his role in Dante moving forward while Maximilian and The Pig learn their fate.
Cast in this episode:
- Stitch Mainville as Leo Brawn
- Grace Newton as Lilith
- Michael Cunningham as Nigel
- Terry Briscoe as Willie Topaz
- Emily Fry as Laurie Stryker
- Melrose Johnson as Captain F.J. Mangutt
- Jim Fronk as Satan & The Pig
- Samantha deSuze as Margot Muldoon
- Mitch Leschinski as Jacob Marwood & The Marksman
- Tabitha Mixon as Jillian Burkett
- Robert Lloyd as the weirdo Howard
- Nick Marrs as Trevor Mallory
- Ritchie Berrie as Maximilian
- Narrated by Andy Parkin
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SPEAKER_10:In pursuit of Howard, Jillian has tracked him to the Oracle nightclub. The building itself appears dark and dingy, but the bright green neon lit sign adds appeal. Howard is allowed into the entrance after a short conversation with the bouncer standing in front. Jillian sneaks her way to the back of the nightclub, looking for a secretive way in.
SPEAKER_00:New String TV presents Leo Braun. Nigel
SPEAKER_10:the butler enters the estate library in the devil's sprawling manner and finds Satan sitting in a leather lounge chair and smoking a cigar. Sitting across from him is the marksman, who is masterfully shuffling playing cards. They are embroiled in a heated game of crazy eights when Nigel announces the arrival of a guest.
SPEAKER_06:Sir, your guest has arrived. This is Margot Muldoon, former political strategist and campaign manager for U.S. President Loudoun. She was on her way to becoming the White House Chief of Staff
SPEAKER_03:when she... Yes, yes. It was a brain aneurysm. I'm familiar with her resume and her death certificate. Thank you, Nigel. That will be all. Hey, Marky Marksman, why don't you head downstairs and check on our friend, Peppa? I'm taking the cards with me. I'll deal next round. The marksman exits the library. Shut the door, please. This book club is for members only.
SPEAKER_12:It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. And this library, truly impressive. Most of these are first editions. Are you an avid reader?
SPEAKER_03:I don't think I've even read the covers. As you're probably aware, I make a lot of deals, and you'd be surprised at the strange things people are willing to part with in exchange for some help. These rare books, while on the outside may appear to be the grapes of wrath, within the pages lies the most heinous acts of humanity, everyone's deepest, darkest secrets. Consider this library a house of collateral. But this is hardly why I asked you here today, Ms. Muldoon. I need someone to run my upcoming campaign, coordinate rallies, create ads, you know, all that stuff you're used to. Your political acumen precedes you.
SPEAKER_12:And I'm grateful for the opportunity. So how I would customarily begin is to hear your ideas first and then expand on them. Does that sound like a good first step?
SPEAKER_03:We're smoking from the same peace pipe, Kimisabe. Okay, you might want to sit down for this. You're not sitting. For reals, take a seat. Okay, Comfy, here it is. I want to bring our great city into the 21st century. How frustrating has it been? You want to make a phone call. Want to watch some TV. You want to heat up some leftovers. But you have to use a rotary dial. You have to view your favorite shows by adjusting an antenna first. You have to heat your meal on a stove. But now, uh-huh, we have sinners with the skill sets to manufacture the latest and greatest in technology. OLED televisions, smartphones, microwaves, and wait for it, the internet.
SPEAKER_12:Electric cars?
SPEAKER_03:Hell to no. Let the fossil fuel burn, baby. But affirmative to all the other shit I just mentioned. Plus, we've already started. There are warehouses upon warehouses filled with this shit. Picture this. I'm on stage. I give my impassioned speech and then the big reveal. A grand unveiling of all the splendor that technology has to offer.
SPEAKER_12:So, the campaign is centered around technology?
SPEAKER_03:The best technology for everyone. You know, technology for the betterment of society. A better tomorrow. Something like that.
SPEAKER_12:Sir, may I speak freely?
SPEAKER_03:You are the only other member of the book club, aren't you?
SPEAKER_12:I have no doubt that the people of Dante would appreciate some modern conveniences. Hell, so would I. But you have more than half your constituency. Hold that thought.
SPEAKER_03:Nigel?
SPEAKER_06:Yes, uh...
SPEAKER_03:Look up the word constituency. Okay, proceed, Miss Muldoon.
SPEAKER_12:Not to put too fine a point on it, but the people out there know you as a torturer, a liar, a swindler, a murderer. Many were here before the transformation.
SPEAKER_03:Yes. And they saw me liberate them from that existence. Into something that resembles their former lives. Their former selves.
SPEAKER_12:Of course. But to what end? And... For how long? I think any future campaign should give them peace of mind. It should try to answer those questions. Most of them walk around scared to death. They're terrified of you.
SPEAKER_03:Of course they are. I'm Satan. Duh.
SPEAKER_12:And they're terrified that they'll wake up one day and they'll be right back where they started. Before it all changed. Before... You changed. They need to know why.
SPEAKER_03:Why? Why
SPEAKER_12:this transformation?
SPEAKER_03:Trust me, Miss Muldoon, they can't know why. And I can assure you, they wouldn't want to.
SPEAKER_12:Okay, well, then they at least need to know that it is here to stay, the long-term plan. Is it just whimsy? Or is this new way of life something they can rely on? They need to know that this new oasis you've created won't just dry up when you get bored of it.
SPEAKER_10:Satan stares at her. Miss Muldoon maintains her composure even though she's trembling inside.
SPEAKER_03:You know, you're probably wondering if I'm going to kiss you or kill you right now. To be continued. Hello? She shot your gas tank? Look, if you happen to pick up her scent again, tuck your tails between your legs and head home. I'm sending in the big guns. Almost done, Miss Muldoon. Need some water?
SPEAKER_12:No, thank you. I'm fine.
SPEAKER_03:Oh, marksman! We've hit a bit of a snag in keeping tabs on that freakazoid Howard and that tattooed beauty Jillian. Rumor has it they're taking in some of Dante's nightlife, the Oracle nightclub. You know it? I told you they were a bunch of junipers that would go fat in the fire. I'm on it. And this one is on the
SPEAKER_10:dead. The marksman turns and takes his leave.
SPEAKER_03:I think he said he's on the job. He's a work in progress. Okay, back to you, Margo. Let's recap. Technology, a good idea. But the people want more. They want to know the transformation is here to stay, yes?
SPEAKER_12:Yes, sir.
SPEAKER_03:I love it! Relax, Miss Muldoon. You get to live.
SPEAKER_12:Well, that's a relief, but...
SPEAKER_03:What's with all the buts?
SPEAKER_12:But they don't just need to know that their way of life, that hell has changed. They need to know that you have too. That they can trust you.
SPEAKER_03:Satan the trustworthy.
SPEAKER_12:Satan the good. Satan, Mr. Nice Guy. More Mr. Nice Guy.
SPEAKER_03:More. Hmm. But I haven't started being nice yet.
SPEAKER_12:It's a play on words. The idiom, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
SPEAKER_03:Um, sir. Well, look up the word idiom, too. But I love it. Okay, Satan, man of the people. Satan, the nice guy. Oh, you're good. I like you. I see big things for you. First up, a peek behind the curtain. Follow me to the cellar.
UNKNOWN:Uh...
SPEAKER_12:The cellar?
SPEAKER_10:Margot follows Satan down to the cellar, to his secret lair and command center. She sees a man locked in a cage. He's shivering, his hideous face partially shrouded in shadow. Piggy? This
SPEAKER_03:is Margo Muldoon, my new campaign manager. She's going to help me usher in a new era, truly revolutionize the way of life here. Now, as my first act as the new... Ooh, which is better? Senator or governor? Ah, screw that. I don't believe in titles. My first act as Mr. Nice Guy. I free you from your obligations to me after you finish one final task. Despite recent events, you have always served me well. Do it one last time and I relieve you from any future commitments. And... and my family? No harm will come to them. A deal is a deal. And my appearance. Hmm. Okay, okay. I'll restore your former looks, from countenance to carriage.
SPEAKER_10:Done. Satan unlocks the cage and
SPEAKER_03:eases the door. You're free to go. Clean up, and we'll be in touch.
SPEAKER_10:The pig retrieves his belongings, throwing his overcoat over his shoulders. He walks to the lair's exit. but pauses and turns back to Satan.
SPEAKER_02:My name. I want to be called by my name again.
SPEAKER_03:Yes, yes, you're right. From this day forward, you are only to be addressed by the name given to you at birth. Say it. John. Your name is John Tulliver.
SPEAKER_02:Thank you.
SPEAKER_10:The pig activates the automatic cellar doors and leaves.
SPEAKER_03:Formerly my bacon-flavored henchman, my ham-fisted enforcer, my sausage-stuffed sidekick, my hog-wild hooligan, my bacon-wrapped bandit, my pigskin-packing rebel, my rib-raging ruffian, and of course, you will always be my snout-sniffing scoundrel. Enjoy, John.
SPEAKER_12:I'm not entirely sure what that was all about, but it seemed like it was a good thing.
SPEAKER_03:Yes, something a nice guy would do, wouldn't you say? I'd
SPEAKER_12:say so.
SPEAKER_03:Ms. Muldoon, you have somewhere to be? No,
SPEAKER_12:I resigned from my previous assignment to join you.
SPEAKER_03:Good. There is something else as part of my campaign. Ms. Muldoon, there is a psycho killer out there lopping ears off and terrorizing the people of Dante. It's time to restore some law and order. And I know just who to ask. We can include it in our campaign agenda when we make our announcement tomorrow.
SPEAKER_12:Wait, tomorrow? Normally, I'd need a few months.
SPEAKER_10:You have about 12 hours. Satan and Margot Muldoon sit in the back of a black sedan when his cell phone rings. It's not a number he recognizes. Hello?
SPEAKER_07:You know... When someone extends an invitation, the polite thing to do is respond in a timely manner, not make them wait. Oh,
SPEAKER_03:it's you. How'd you get this number?
SPEAKER_07:You're the current leader of Hell. You are hardly unreachable. Wherever you may go, someone out there knows where you are and what you're up to. And if they know, then that means I'll know too.
SPEAKER_03:Is that what this special invite is for? So you can spout idle threats?
SPEAKER_07:Oh, these aren't threats. They are... realities. Now listen closely because this is a threat and not an idle one. Oh, this one is very active. Your little campaign tomorrow, you might consider relocating because there won't be much of Dante left when it arrives.
SPEAKER_03:When what arrives?
SPEAKER_07:Oh, now I'm not one to ruin surprises. Get your priorities straight, Lucifer. Meet me. Tomorrow. At the location on the invite. Or... Goodbye, Dante. Ta-ta. For now.
SPEAKER_03:Ms. Muldoon... What kind of wiggle room do I have on this nice guy routine?
SPEAKER_10:Jillian walks slowly through the Oracle nightclub. She's surrounded by sweaty, undulating bodies. The beat pumps through the overhead speakers as the lights strobe in a variations of purple, red and yellow. A DJ stands behind a turntable bouncing to the beat. She slowly pulls out the nail file from her pants pocket as she scans the room for the weirdo, Howard. It doesn't take long. He's sitting at the bar, finishing a drink. She watches as he stands, scratches his ass and walks towards the men's room. Before he enters the hallway towards the bathroom, Jillian appears behind him, placing the nail file up to his neck.
SPEAKER_08:So, Howard, where were we?
SPEAKER_10:Someone behind Jillian screams. She twists around, pulling Howard with her. They witness the crowd parting on either side and in the middle of the now empty floor walks the marksman. He approaches Howard and looks him over.
SPEAKER_05:Stay back.
SPEAKER_10:She digs the nail file deeper into Howard's neck and suddenly... The marksman notices something. Jillian realizes that he's staring at the tattoos on her right arm. You bear the mark.
SPEAKER_08:What? What the hell are you talking about?
SPEAKER_10:You bear the mark. He grabs her arm and points to a specific tattoo. It's in the shape of a serpent, and jutting from its mouth, the pointed blade of an ancient dagger protrudes. The body of the serpent is accented with three chevron symbols pointing downward towards her wrist. The mark of Hashishin. You bear the mark of an assassin. I
SPEAKER_08:don't know what you're talking about.
SPEAKER_10:The music stops. The marksman turns towards the dance floor to see the large twins advancing. Their distorted face is even more pronounced with the strobe lighting. The marksman notices they each have two bloodied bullet wounds in their chests.
SPEAKER_08:Not them again. The
SPEAKER_10:marksman brushes aside his coat, revealing a holstered revolver.
SPEAKER_08:I already tried that. Guns don't work.
SPEAKER_10:The marksman pulls his weapon and aims at the two identical lumbering giants. This one does. The marksman dispatches the twins quickly, their matching heads having been blown clean off. Their large, abruptly lifeless bodies crash to the dance floor. The crowd, still frozen in fear, begin rushing out of the nightclub in a panic.
SPEAKER_03:You just have to choose the one right weapon, and your aim
SPEAKER_05:will stay true. Excuse me, can you please tell her to let me go? Hey, I'm talking to you. Tell this bitch to let me go! The
SPEAKER_10:marksman lightning-quick punches Howard in the jaw, sending him to the ground. He is blacked out before he hits the floor. The marksman walks over to the bar and asks for a bottle and a shot glass. He pours a drink and downs it. Jillian cautiously walks over to him.
SPEAKER_08:Can you help me find my friend? His name is Sebastian.
SPEAKER_03:There is a price on his head, and for that I cannot interfere. But no harm will come to you, those who bear the mark. I cannot make the same promise for your friend.
SPEAKER_08:I'm not what you think I am.
SPEAKER_03:You don't
SPEAKER_10:choose. You are chosen. Jillian inches away, and then slowly begins to leave the nightclub.
SPEAKER_03:We will.
SPEAKER_04:Meet again.
SPEAKER_10:Leo sits on the ledge of the ornamental fish pond talking with Maximilian. Under the moonlight and amongst the choir of crickets, Leo shares with his friend the latest demon hunt adventures. How big was the horse? I'm not sure. Definitely bigger than a Clydesdale.
SPEAKER_03:That's a big fucking horse. Oh, I almost forgot. I came bearing gifts. Oh, I appreciate that, Leo, but... I'm not hungry. Not even for chocolate. Wow, that's not like you. What got you down, Max? I mean, aside from the obvious. Right. That murder of the young lady the other night. The one they found in the Stygian Marsh?
SPEAKER_04:Oh, is that where
SPEAKER_03:he took her? Wait, Max, what do you know? It happened here. Just about where you're standing. On the bench over there. Do you see anything? Uh... Yeah. Holy shit, the 11th Circle insignia in red paint. Max, and there's dried blood in the grass. The killer was here? It happened right in front of me. I tried
SPEAKER_05:to warn her, but I was helpless to do anything, and this curse or whatever the hell it is took me down.
SPEAKER_03:When I resurfaced, both she and the murderer were gone. Well... We need to tell someone. Everyone thinks the murders took place in the marsh. And Max, there have been more victims. Dear God. I'd hoped I'd never experience anything like this again. Wait, what do you mean again? Have there been other murders? Not here, at least, as far as I know. No, these happened long ago. Are you familiar with the Whitechapel murders? London, circa 1888. Whitechapel? Wait, Max, are you telling me... I'd just joined the force as a member of the Metropolitan Police, otherwise known as... Scotland Yard? Holy shit. My background was in psychology. I studied under William H.R. Rivers at the University of Cambridge. The university wouldn't have an established psychology department until 1897, and of course... I'd be long dead before that happened. But I had an aptitude for it. I'm in shock. You're a cop. Why didn't you ever say anything? It's a lifetime ago. Two lifetimes.
SPEAKER_04:Been far away from who I am now.
SPEAKER_03:This drowning puppet. Please tell me there's more. Well, I don't think I'm giving anything away by telling you the killer was never called. I was assigned to work under Sir Robert Anderson. second assistant commissioner to the H Division of the Criminal Investigation Department, along with Thomas Bond, the renowned surgeon at the time. Together, we initiated what was considered to be one of the first criminal profiles. I feel like I should get your autograph or something. You're, like, famous. Holy shit, Max, you helped try and catch Jack the Ripper? Damn, talk about burying a lead. I felt just as helpless then as I did the other night. Hey, you did everything you could. But it... wasn't enough. Duty calls. Yeah, sorry. I need to go. Damn, a cop. I knew there was a reason we got along so well. I consider you a friend, Leo. That may mean more here than anywhere else. Feelings mutual, Max. See you soon.
SPEAKER_10:Leo enters the ORA in a rush. He finds Willy and Laurie sitting at their desks in the Devil's Den. Willy,
SPEAKER_03:Laurie, what's going on? Is the cap okay? Yeah, they're in the quiet room. They're waiting for you. They are waiting for me?
SPEAKER_10:Laurie?
SPEAKER_08:Hey, I just work here.
SPEAKER_10:Leo enters the quiet room. Captain Manga rests on the gurney. A physician stands at her side.
SPEAKER_09:Leo, come on in. This is Dr. Prim. Hey, Doc, give us a second, please. How are you, Cap? I'll be out of commission for a while. No two ways about it. Hey, I never took a vacation in life. Why not start now? But Leo, there's a reason I asked you back.
SPEAKER_10:Mr. Braun. Leo turns, and standing at the entrance of the choir room are Satan and a woman in a suit and glasses. Uh, sir?
SPEAKER_03:Leo, this is Margot Muldoon, my new campaign manager. There are big changes coming to the city of Dante, and you will play a big part of that. I'm sorry, no disrespect, but I'm not sure how I play a part.
SPEAKER_09:Leo, listen up. I'm good with it. This is the right move.
SPEAKER_03:Good with what?
SPEAKER_12:Mr. Braun, effective immediately, you have been instated as the new captain of the ORA. Captain, I mean, Ms. Manget, has already signed off.
SPEAKER_03:What? No, Cap, no.
SPEAKER_09:Leo, shut up for a second. You led the team today, out there in the field. You did that. I can't think of anyone more qualified to run this team. We all agree.
SPEAKER_10:Willie, June, and Lori step in, clapping. I,
SPEAKER_03:uh, I don't know what to say. I think in these situations, you just say yes. Well, I don't know, Cap.
SPEAKER_09:Do it, Leo. Go for it.
SPEAKER_03:Okay, then. Yeah, at least until she's back on her feet.
SPEAKER_09:On her foot. Let's go, Leo!
SPEAKER_03:Good. Glad that is settled. Now, Leo, walk
SPEAKER_10:with me. Satan and Leo exit the ORA. A beautiful dark blue modified Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat sits out front. The Devil tosses Leo a set of car keys.
SPEAKER_03:Mr. Braun, with your new set of responsibilities, you're going to be extra busy, and you'll need a way to get around. I hope this fully loaded, packed to the brim with bells and whistles, uh... I'm out of metaphors. Not really a car guy. I hope it's to your liking. Wait, this is mine? What for? What for? Well, for our new sheriff. Sheriff? Oh, it's a done deal. Came with the agreement when you took over as captain. Your official title is sheriff. You'll have full jurisdiction of Dante and run all demon hunting operations. You'll have all the resources of the ORA at your disposal. Plus a new sheriff's department. Construction of the new wing is already underway. And they work quickly, I assure you. I'm... I'm in complete shock. We believe in you, Mr. Braun. Sheriff Braun. First order of business is tracking down this crazed killer who is on the loose. We need to maintain ordering safety in the city of Dante. Now I have some other business to attend to, a campaign to organize, and I expect you to be there. But if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
SPEAKER_10:Satan pats Leo on the back and turns to enter the ORA and retrieve Miss Muldoon. Sir. Yes, Leo?
SPEAKER_03:I'll need a second in command. Spoken like a true sheriff. Who did you have in mind?
SPEAKER_10:a torrent of water is redirected from Dante, cascading back into the river Styx. Conflicting, flowing waves converge, resulting in a whitewash that is sprayed into the air. The powerful course of averted water flow settles as it coalesces with the larger body of river water. Fish resembling koi flip and flip, propelling themselves away from the rushing water as the ornamental fish pond is drained. Once emptied, Maximilian rests at the bottom in a fetal position, soaked and unconscious. A thick cuff attached to a heavy chain long secured around his neck unfastens and falls away. Two more cuffs unlock at his ankles. His eyes open. To his astonishment, he is not engulfed in water. He's not drowning. He's not bound. He can stand. With every ounce of strength he can manage, he rises, planting his feet firmly against the surface. He's overwhelmed with emotion, shaking. He holds his arms above his head, balls his fists, takes in his first free breath in ages and screams with rapturous joy and elation. He looks upwards and sees his friend, Leo Braun, looking down on him, beaming from ear to ear. It's 1 a.m. in Boston, Massachusetts. Patrons of the Green Dragon Tavern are still lively at this late hour, enjoying pints of Guinness and food. Former priest Jacob Marwood sits alone at a booth, occasionally sipping on a beer. A man sits down at the booth. Jacob doesn't recognize him.
SPEAKER_11:Uh, excuse me? Hey, Cy, all the other seats were taken. Look, there are plenty of empty seats. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting someone. Not much of a drinker, are you? You've been nursing that same beer for the better part of an hour. And I don't think anyone else is coming. How do you... Have you been watching me? You, uh... You used to be a priest. Am I right? Okay. I don't know how you know any of this... It is you, isn't it? It's me what? That sent the picture. Picture? Who are you? Ah, let me introduce myself. Name's Trevor. And the picture I'm referring to is the man with the briefcase. At the bricks apartment? Yeah, the one of the old broad who was carrying a briefcase. Guy enters the building and then boom! Later, he walks out unscathed. And then he vanishes. You saw that. I figured no one else was paying attention. Yeah, I saw your post. Lots of people have. And what if I told you lots of people have seen him again?
SPEAKER_10:He came back? Trevor unlocks his smartphone and opens the site where Jacob had posted the picture.
SPEAKER_11:Yeah, after your post, it started getting hits. You see other people were getting sightings of mysterious men with briefcases all over the friggin' country. Oh, my God. I had no idea. Are you serious? Your phone should have been blowing up. I don't have a phone. That explains it. Well, we can fix that. Look, same guy, but this time with a younger girl holding a briefcase. Guy walks into a hospital on a Las Vegas trip. Minutes later, a freaking 4.8 magnitude earthquake. And once again, he and the girl, they're gone. Here. Tell me that doesn't look like a friggin' sword he's holding. Or this, same guy, this time, South Florida. They caught him on a doorbell security camera just across the street from the Weston family. He came back. Okay, but I don't know what to do with this information. Not that I haven't been thinking about it constantly since my first sighting. Look, Mr. Marwood, I'm part of a group, still at the ground level. We don't even have a name yet, but we're looking into this. All thanks to you. And I'd like you to be a part of it. What do you say? Want to see more?
SPEAKER_10:Jacob Marwit looks around the bar, realizing how disconnected he is, how empty he feels. Yes,
SPEAKER_11:please show me more.
SPEAKER_01:Leo Braun is a production of Shoestring TV. I want to take a moment to thank our newest Patreon members, Mark, Sue, Grace, Thomas, Michelle, and Chris. Thank you so much for your support. We're so excited to have you on board, and I can assure you, we are just getting started. And as always, you can listen to Leo Braun anywhere you listen to podcasts. Leo Braun is written and produced by me, Jason Beard. Now, the cast of Episode 11, Mr. Nice Guy, Part 2. Leo Braun, played by Stitch Mainville. Narrator 2, played by Andy Parkin. Lilith, played by Grace Newton. Nigel, played by Michael Cunningham. Jillian Burkett, played by Tabitha Mixon. Willie Topaz, played by Terry Briscoe. Lori Stryker, played by Emily Fry. Captain F.J. Mangut, played by Melrose Johnson. Satan and the Pig, played by Jem Fronk. Maximilian, played by Richie Berry. Margot Muldoon, played by Samantha D'Souza. The Marksman and Jacob Marwood, played by Mitch Lashinsky, Howard, played by Robert Lloyd, and Trevor Mallory, played by Nick Mars. Stay tuned for the season one finale of Leo Braun with episode 12, Surface Tension. And as always, our sincerest thanks for listening.
