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 : Very well. : Now, Fontaine. Is it true that you are a gun specialist?: Well, I hate to brag, but...  : Fontaine, let's stick to the guns that were found at the crime scene. Tell us about those.: Oh, right. Very well. This is the gun found on Séverin Cocorico's person at the time of arrest. : Lots of police and soldiers carry these dull things. It's a gun that says, “I am a reliable man of the law”. : That sounds like our Cocorico... : Does it? Cocorico always told me that the riding crop was his self-defense weapon of choice. It's strange that he had a gun in the first place.{[Gendarmerie pistol]} has been added to your evidence folder. : And this is the gun found on the Croc-Monsieur's corpse, clutched tightly in his hands. : This is an exquisite and highly customized gun Its one of a kind. Whoever used this weapon knew their stuff.: The Croc-Monsieur was a legendary arms dealer. It's no surprise that his personal weapon would be something so flamboyant.{[Turnover pistol]} has been added to your evidence folder. : ...But what's really fascinating about the Croc-Monsieur’s gun is the ammunition. See, the bore of the pistol has been fitted with a set of grooves-: Please stop, Fontaine. I didn't call you up to hear you show off your gun knowledge. Tell us what you uncovered when you examined the Croc-Monsieur's bullet wound.: Ah, right. Well, a lead bullet was embedded in the middle of the Croc-Monsieur's sternum, and appeared to have a straight angle of entry.: So, in other words, the Croc-Monsieur was facing his killer when he was shot.: The other interesting point was that the Croc-Monsieur’s outer clothes were singed. : And how close does a person have to be to be burned by a muzzle flash?: Less than three meters, I would say. Five at the very most.: Then there is no chance that there was a rogue sniper on the rooftops. The Croc-Monsieur’s killer was standing in Rue des Marmousets themselves. As is plainly evident, only one person was found in Rue des Marmousets at the time of the incident.  : ...: Well said, madame. I think you just unequivocally proved this bird's guilt.: Not so fast. I would like to cross-examine the witness.: I don't think so. You're overstepping your bounds, bird. : Let the lawyer try, Remus.   : Is there any way to tell whether a gun has been recently fired? : That is an excellent question. Yes, there are a couple of ways. For around a minute after firing, a pistol's barrel is going to be hot to the touch. That's a dead give-away. But you could also check for gunpowder residue in the barrel and chamber. That would indicate that a gun has been fired since being cleaned.: So, by your own analysis, would you say that Cocorico's weapon was fired last night?: It's... difficult to say. None of us thought to check the pistol's barrel temperature at the time of the incident. So we can't use that method. If I check for gunpowder residue now... I see a little in the barrel. That could indicate a recently fired weapon. But it could also indicate a lack of proper maintenance.: So, basically, you don’t know whether this weapon was or wasn't fired last night. If we cannot be certain whether Cocorico even fired his gun, then this whole trial ought to be thrown out.: Nice try, Falcon, but Cocorico is still our prime suspect. He was standing over the Croc-Monsieur's body with the weapon in his hands. If that gun is not the murder weapon, then what is?: ...: This isn't working. Try another approach, Falcon. : Fontaine, I have a question regarding Cocorico's Gendarmerie pistol. Pardon my ignorance, but I am not a gun connoisseur like yourself. What do you mean by “caliber”?: A gun's caliber is the width of its internal barrel, and the width of the bullets that it fires.: So you would use 15mm wide bullets for a pistol with a 15mm wide barrel. That makes sense. Did the bullet embedded in the Croc-Monsieur's chest match the caliber of Cocorico's pistol?: I don't know for sure. I didn't have the time nor the equipment to dig the bullet out of the Croc-Monsieur's chest. Besides, lead bullets fragment. It would be difficult to properly piece together a fired lead bullet to assess its caliber with any accuracy.: Then it's possible that the caliber of the bullet in the Croc-Monsieur’s chest doesn't match the caliber of Cocorico's gun.: Do you know that for a fact, Falcon? Or is this just more vapid speculation on your part?  : Fontaine, about the Croc-Monsieur's Turnover pistol... Is the gun valuable?: Oh yes. Unquestionably. If one were to sell this, they would be set for a year...Not that I would sell a beauty such as this.: Get a room.: You were about to say something about the gun’s ammunition before Madame Beaumort cut you off. Could you give us the details?: Oh, great. Now he’ll never stop talking...: I'm glad you asked, Falcon! See, as you probably know, most bullets are just small, round, lead balls, right? But that's not the case here. This particular weapon uses an advanced, iron-tipped, aerodynamic, carefully grooved- Actually, it would be quicker if I just show you. : It is very rare, top-of-the-line technology. Before last night, I had never seen one of these in-person before.: Like I said before, the Croc-Monsieur was a legendary arms dealer. It only makes sense that he would have access to the latest weaponary. (sic): Where did you find this bullet, Fontaine?: In the Turnover pistol's chamber.{[Minié ball]} has been added to your evidence folder. : Hold on. I'm confused. I thought the Croc-Monsieur fired his gun, so how is it possible that his gun was still loaded with a bullet?: A turnover pistol is double barreled. This means that it can hold two bullets at once, ready to be fired in quick succession.: Ah I see. The Croc-Monsieur fired one bullet, but died before he could fire the second.: I trust that you have no more questions about this matter, Falcon. We've wasted enough time already.  : Fontaine, you say that the Croc-Monsieur was shot in the chest, at a straighten angle. May I have a diagram?: Yeah, let's do that! Dramatic forensic recreations!: No, you can't have a diagram, you bloody idiots. I do not have the patience to watch you draw lines on a chalkboard to work out the location of a mythical second shooter. Use your heads! The gunman was standing right in front of the crocodile!: R-right. Of course. : Is it at all possible that the bullet reflected? Bounced of a piece of metal, perhaps?: Well,that sort of thing can happen. I've heard of soldiers getting shot in the back from bullets deflecting off cannons and debris and what-not.: So it could have happened here?: Well...: Falcon, are you saying that you actually know that the bullet reflected off something, or are you just speculating? : Fontaine, you mentioned that the Croc-Monsieur's clothes were singed: Right. His vest and jacket were slightly burned from the close-range muzzle flash.: I would like to see them. : What, his clothes?: Yes. Bring them out so that I can do a proper examination of the evidence at hand.: Falcon, you idiot, we didn't strip the Croc-Monsieur down to his skivvies. We took his gun, and I think Pierro took the change from his pockets, and then we left the body in the alley. ...Fully-clothed, if that wasn't clear.: Ah I see. My mistake. : Could the burn have been caused by something else?: Like what?: Ash from a cigar, perhaps.: Well...: Hold on, Fontaine. Falcon, are you saying that you know the burn was caused by something else, or is this just blind guesswork?  : Not yet. Where is the other bullet?: What other bullet?: The fired Minié ball. There were two shots that night, remember? One from the assailant, and one from the crocodile.: I scoured the scene for a couple of minutes, but I couldn't find it. : Madame Beaumort, did anyone find the fired Minié ball in Cocorico's body?: In his body? You are asking if Cocorico was wounded by the bullet? No, that much is plain to see.: So again I must ask, where is the fired Minié ball?: ... Well I don't have any clue. What are you trying to get at, Falcon?: Isn't it obvious? If the bullet wasn't embedded in the alleyway wall, and it wasn't embedded in Cocorico, then that means... : The bullet hit the murderer - the real murderer! It must still be embedded in whoever attacked the Croc-Monsieur.: A ludicrous notion.: It makes perfect sense! The double-barreled Turnover gun! The missing bullet!: Fine. I'll humor you. Let's say that a bullet did indeed hit the real perpetrator. What of it?: Well, its only been a few hours since the shooting. Presumably, the person will still have the bullet lodged in them. : That’s reasonable. But we don't have time nor resources to search every citizen of Paris to uncover an injured gunman.: You don’t have to search everyone in Paris. I believe the murderer to be someone in this very room. : Oh? You think we have a traitor in our ranks?: This was obviously a planned attack. Someone invited Cocorico and the Croc-Monsieur to the same place at the same time in order to create a setup. Only someone with a rebels connections could engineer such an event.: This is ridiculous. Are you really saying that someone in this room was shot last night? That's clearly untrue.: A bullet wound can be concealed. Perhaps if you all were to take off your shirts...: No. I'm not having everyone in the room strip down to their knickers just to cater to your outrageous theory. If you can't think of a more reasonable way to prove your stray bullet theory, then we end this damned trial here and now.: A... more reasonable way? : I have a more reasonable way!: What are you thinking, Falcon?: Isn't it obvious? We have the perfect way to uncover whether someone has been shot. It's a genius solution! : ...: ...: ...
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How about we offer to get his photos the recognition they deserve?
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Nephotism all the way!
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Speak to the judge. We did disgrace him, plus it's something we can do that won't actually require any commitment to results. "We spoke with him and he said to go nest yourself, nothing else we can do.  "
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We'll put in a good word with the judge.
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It seems like talking to the judge would be the most effective lure, and it doesn't cost us anything.
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Talk to the judge.
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That depends on how much pull Robitto thinks we have with the judge, which, uh, might not be a lot. Then again a little money isn't going to mean a lot to him and I rather doubt he'd buy any story about getting photos in the Louvre.
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: Are... are you serious, Falcon? You’re relying on the invention of a lunatic?: I’ve never been more serious. : It looks like a children's toy.: I assure you, this is no toy. It was designed to find and extract metal embedded in bodies. A battlefield bullet finder-and-remover, if you will.: I'm intrigued. So, you’re saying that you just swing that device around... and it finds a bullet in a person?: Yes. Sort of. I don't know, we haven't had a chance to practice with it, really.: Madame, these birds are playing you for a fool. There is no way that such a device exists.: We have seen this device work with our own eyes. Sparrowson shall demonstrate.: M-me?!: Although, he will need something to demonstrate it on..  : Observe: I place the bullet in my closed fist. It now represents the fired bullet that is currently embedded in the murderers body.: ... Allegedly. : Now, Sparrowson will demonstrate what happens when my hand is scanned with the Explorer-Extractor device.: So, I just do this, and...: It's humming and buzzing. Is it really detecting that bullet?: Absolutely.: What an intriguing device... : P-please don't. You remember what happened to that steak, right?: My, my. What is this feeling? It feels like... : Don't let it get to your head..: Okay. I'm convinced. Falcon, Sparrowson, you may perform a cursory scan of each of us with that device of yours.: You must stop humoring these morons, madame. What good is this doing us?: Remus, they may be morons, but this test will grant us certainty of the rooster’s fate. I can afford that time.: (Hey, Falcon. What will happen if the murderer is someone not present in this room?) : (It most likely isn't.): (What?!): (I'm stalling.): (Falcon...): Get a move on, you two. : Let us end this trial right here and now! You can get the justice you so crave!: Don't worry, Remus. My patience for this bird brain is wearing thin too. When this asinine scheme of his fails, he will face the consequences. Lackey bird, scan the rooster first. He is the prime suspect, after all. : ... : ...: ...: ...: I'm not getting any reaction. That means there is probably no bullet lodged in Cocorico. So... he's innocent, for sure!: No. All it means is that this bird was not shot by the hypothetical bullet. Don't forget, this is all speculation on Falcon's part.: ...: Madame, I must insist that you end this. It is a fool's errand. We have other matters we must attend to.: Remus, you let me worry about our time management. Pierro, you go next. : Alrigh', alrigh’, get it over with.: ... : No surprises there, right guys?: Let's see. Next, we shall test...: Madame, I implore you- : You're being awfully lippy, Remus. Why don’t you go next?: Me? That is really not necessary, madame. I don't want to participate in this ridiculous child's game.: This is no game. And I'm issuing you an order to cooperate.: I refuse.: ...: ...: ...: Pierro. Please restrain Remus. : With pleasure, ma’am.  : Sparrowson. Do the test.: ... Uhh... Falcon? I'm not getting any reaction.: That... that can’t be right. Do it again.: ... : The utter nerve, to manhandle a man of the cloth like that..: As I said on the floor, madame, I was with you and Fontaine for the entire evening. I could not possibly be in two places at once.: ... It's true. You were sitting in my line-of-sight exactly when the murder was supposed to have taken place.: As was I.: Right. Fontaine was sitting with us too, so that rules him out. And I know that I didn't perform the murder, obviously. Which means that every suspect has been accounted for. : ...: You realize what this means, don't you, Falcon? Your little test failed. Your hypothetical bullet theory turned out to be unsubstantiated speculation. Pure guess work.: Shall we end the trial, madame?: Wait! There must be someone we're not accounting for. I just know it... there is someone else who could have been the shooter.. : Frére Remus, how is your brother? The man named Romulus?: My brother? He was forced to flee the country by our oppressive government.: You and I know that that isn't true. Your brother is still in France. In fact, I think he's lurking in these very catacombs right now.: An absurd notion. Your theories are getting more and more outlandish, Falcon. Where is your evidence? Oh, I know, I know! I can answer this one. : “An Introductory Guide to the Cult of Reason”?: Thank you, Sparrowson. Now, Frére Remus, does this pamphlet look familiar to you? : No. I've never seen it before in my life.: Are you sure? Are you sure it doesn't belong to your brother, Romulus?: No. There are many cultists in Paris. Maybe it belongs to one of them?: Falcon, I'll take your word that your lackey found this pamphlet in the catacombs. But Remus is right. You have no evidence that the man known as Romulus is the one who dropped it. : Wouldn't be the first time.: Actually, madame, I know for a fact that that pamphlet belonged to Romulus, and I can prove it! : A little while ago, while visiting the Louvre, I saw a man who looked very much like Romulus handing out pamphlets. As you can see, the pamphlet from the Louvre is identical to the pamphlet from the catacombs, except for one important detail. : N-no way! My brother wouldn't do something so foolish...: Do you see? Right here, on the cover page? That is Romulus's signature.: I admire your tenacity, Falcon, but something is blatantly wrong with your evidence. We know that the brother of Frere Remus is named Romulus. But this Louvre pamphlet of yours is signed “Silvius”.: Clearly an alias. Romulus is on the run from the police, so he must have changed his identity.: That's a plausible theory. But it’s unsubstantiated. How do we know that this pamphlet was signed by Remus's brother? : This fountain pen-: H-hey! Where did you get that?! Trail Turnabout 2 : Wow, Remus. Your mouth is almost as big as Romulus's. Anyway, I believe this is yours. Sparrowson happened to find this pen in your robes just a few days ago.: You mean he stole it.: Let's not argue over semantics. What's important - and what you just admitted - is that you and your brother both owned pens just like this one. See, these pens are unique in that they contain green ink. A very unusual choice of ink color.: A very evil choice too.: Well, yes, but more importantly... : Since there are only two pens, there are only two possibilities. Either Frére Remus has been signing off on atheist, cultist propaganda...: I would never do such a thing!: ...Or his brother has been using his identical pen to sign cultist propaganda, the same type that was found in these catacombs.: Impossible! My clumsy oaf of a brother lost his pen a week ago!: Oh? So then the only explanation is that you lent him your own.: N-no, you see-: It doesn't matter how you cut it, friar! One way or another, you and your brother are tied to the cultist pamphlet! Admit it! Confess!: Falcon! Enough. You've made your point. You are asserting that the friar’s pen ties him to the cultist pamphlet. I get it.: This... this is all tenuous, wouldn't you say, madame?: No question. Falcon has suggested a theory that hinges upon a theory that hinges upon yet another theory. It's not hard proof by any measure. He may very well be wrong. But at least he's logical. His theory is self consistent.: W-what are you saying, madame? : Oh, down the catacombs tunnel, through the fork on the left-hand side..: Fontaine. Pierro. Go see if you can find anyone dawdling where they shouldn't be.: Yes, madame. : ...: ... ...: ...: ...: In a moment, one of two things will happen. Either Pierro and Fontaine will return empty handed, in which case I'll have no choice but to execute Cocorico. ...: And then I would have to execute you, Falcon. And you, Sparrowson.: Us?! : ....: I didn't sign up for this. : Or... Pierre and Fontaine will return with a prisoner in tow, in which case..: We would be free to cut Cocorico down and skedaddle?: ....: Surely not, madame. You’re not going to let these three just walk free after everything that's happened here. Remember what this rooster did to your father?: Hold your tongue, friar. If it turns out you’ve been deceiving me all this time...: Ma'am Beaumort! Look who we found!  : Uh oh.: Uh oh.: Well, well. We really do have a ghost in the catacombs. Introduce yourself, wolf.: Very well, mademoiselle. My name-: Madame.: Right. Madame. Whatever. My name is Silvius-: Don't you mean Romulus? That alias isn’t fooling anyone, ~your honor~.: Alright, alright. I am Romulus, twin brother of Remus, and loyal servant to the rebel cause. That's the whole truth.: ...: He's. .. he’s telling the truth, madame.: ... : I have a lot of questions. Both for you, Romulus, and for you, Remus. I don't appreciate being lied to.: It seems that you have your hands full, so we will just be taking our leave..: Not so fast, Falcon. Your theory is still unproven. If it turns out that Romulus has no bullet in him, then you would have no evidence that implicates him of the Croc-Monsieur's murder. Cocorico would still be the prime suspect.: B-bullet? In me? Ha! Ha ha! What are you guys on about?: Spare me. Fontaine, hold him down.: Hold me down? : Sparrowson. Do your test. : It's buzzing! It's really buzzing around his shoulder!: I see blood. There’s definitely a bullet wound there.: That's... that's an old bullet! An old war wound! I got it fighting in Algeria in ’36!: Obviously a desperate lie.: My brother is being completely honest, madame. He's a veteran! He was shot in battle!: You know, I could just extract the bullet right here and now. That would remove all doubt. : Extract that sucker, Sparrowson.  : Wow. Sucked it out like a pip from a grapefruit. : There is no mistake. This is an iron-tipped Minié ball, just like the one in the Croc-Monsieur's gun.: Do you realize what this means, madame? It clearly demonstrates that Romulus confronted the Croc-Monsieur before Cocorico arrived. : You're right. I made a mistake. I haven't forgotten what the rooster did to my father. But this bird clearly had no part in the killing of the Croc-Monsieur. Therefore, I cannot honestly call him an enemy of the Second Republic. Your friend is free to go. Fontaine, cut the rooster down. : Thank you, madame.: For what?: For giving us an opportunity to show you what justice looks like. Before, you asked what the difference is between revenge and justice, and I replied, “rationality”. Well... I can see how much effort it must have taken to hold back your emotions and let rationality dictate your actions. : ... Pierro and Fontaine will help carry your friend to the tunnel entrance. : These toothless, old, dogs? I think I'll manage.: Of course.  : “Cultist” is such a strong word. Listen, mademoiselle-: Don't “mademoiselle” me. I shall be asking the questions here.: Tell me, friar. Are you a cultist too?: Madame, I am just a humble servant of God-: Ugh. I never realized how poisonous your words are you've been spewing lies since the very start, haven’t you?: Madame...: At least tell me why you two killed the Croc-Monsieur.: Because-: Allow me, brother. Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave, Op. 31 : We want exactly the same thing as you. We want a world without class. A world without false rulers and gods. A world where only the reason of man reigns. A world of true equality and fairness! That is what you strive for, no? But you cannot achieve such a goal without violence. Your methods are too passive! Too naive! So we set up a situation where you would be forced into action. Make the government look like murderers to the rebels, and make the rebels look like murderers to the government! Then, you would be forced to take up arms!: ... Another lie.: But... that was the truth!: You claimed that you want equality. But you just want a world where you stand above everyone else. A world where carnivores reign.: Heh... you got me. But can you honestly say that you never wanted power for yourself? You're a carnivore too. Don’t deny it.: ... No. I've never wanted power. All I've ever wanted was a world where no child has to grow up without a father. Did you know that the Croc-Monsieur was something of a family man? He once confided in me that he had five children and a late wife.: I had no idea.: ...: Tell me, Romulus. Do you have children?: ... Me? Pfft. No. Mademoiselle, I-  BANG! : B... brother? : Get out of here.: Y... you aren't going to kill me?: I ought to. You are the worst kind of person. A man who'll cling to any ideology to claw his way higher. But I know that you weren’t the one to pull the trigger on the Croc-Monsieur. Maybe there's a slither of goodness left in you.: I... I...: Go. : Is this what justice looks like?  
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I guess let's try to find out about that rose? Les Halles.
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That's as good a choice as any. Les Halles.
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Chocolate Let's actually follow up on Sparrowson's only contribution to this case.
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ArcadePark posted:Chocolate Let's actually follow up on Sparrowson's only contribution to this case. Not an empty quote.
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Chocolate
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Chocolate could give us a lead on exactly who purchased recently.
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Let's check on Les Halles.
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 : Oh man, oh man... Aviary Office : “We're executing this punk, mob justice, rah rah rah!” But you were all like...: “This isn't how we do things in France, chicken-pluckers!’ And then they were all like-: Sparrowson. Let’s get serious for a moment.: Serious? You just pulled off the craziest lawyering move in the history of French law! We should be celebrating!: We don’t have time to pull out the champagne. Didn't you see the anger in the rebels’ eyes? Didn't you feel the tension in the air? We're just days away from violence breaking out onto the streets!: Hmm? Oh, yeah. I guess another revolution might be around the corner. But what exactly can we do? We already told the police everything we know. Unless... you’re not thinking of arming yourself to the teeth and fighting the rebel forces yourself, are you? : A case? For whom?: At their core, all historical revolutions center on trials. A nation's rulers are tried and held accountable for their crimes. But you saw the horrendous “trial” that took place last night. Nobody cares about due process when emotions are running high. Regardless of the outcome of the revolution, we need to make sure that everybody has an equal opportunity for justice.: That makes sense. So whats the plan? We head to Quanelle's tavern and hand out some business cards?: Think bigger. Who will the rebels target?: The... king?: Exactly.   After filling in a pile of forms, the two are led to a waiting area.  : Are you here to see the king?: That’s right. : Take... a number? : Yup. Just wait your turn.  : That’s right. How did you-: Hey, I know you! You're the prime minister! Monsieur Guizot!: Oh, wow. You’re right, Sparrowson. It's an honor to meet you, prime minister.  : Spare the formalities. You two are here to offer the king legal aid, aren't you?: Yup. We're going to offer him assistance for the upcoming rebellion.: Let me give you a word of advice: don't bother.: Excuse me? : One would think that seven assassination attempts would be enough for a man to learn that he is detested.: With all due respect, prime minister, I think the king of France is mature enough to not let his ego get in the way of senses.: So one would think. : That's us. It was a pleasure meeting you, monsieur.: Good luck. You'll need it. King Louis Philippe : Good day, your majesty. : ... : ...: ...: Can I help you with something?: Oh. I probably should have prepared a speech before-hand. That would have been smart, huh?: Just wing it.: Right! Let's see... how to start... : Your majesty, what I am about to say is of the utmost importance. Please listen closely.: Okay. I'm listening. : Across the whole city, everyone of every class is getting angry. Merde's about to go down, yo.: S-such vile language! : We are sure that such a pitiful revolt will blow over in no time at all. Nonetheless, we would like to humbly offer our aid as lawyers. We may be of great use to the throne in this troublesome time.: ... Hmm. I think I understand.: You do?: I understand that you are a pair of con-artists attempting to screw a self-made bourgeois (sic) out of his hard-earned cash! : Beloved kings tend to experience fewer assassination attempts.: Beck! Have these two crooks thrown in jail. Maybe that will teach them a thing or two about respect.: Right away, your majesty.: You can't be serious. Goofy : Well, this is another fine mess you've gotten me into.: There's no need for the attitude, Sparrowson. We won't be in here for long. Once we receive a court hearing, the judges will no doubt dismiss our charges instantly.: And how long will it take for us to get a court hearing? Tell me that.: Uh... a week or so, I’ll guessing.: ... Hmm. : I can see why that might be a problem. The revolution could be in full-swing by then. What to do, what to do...: We could try escaping.: Don't be ridiculous. Nobody has ever escaped from the Conciergerie before.: Ah, but nobody has ever locked the genius Sparrowson and his witty lackey, Falcon, into the same jail cell before.: It’s an absurd suggestion.: Got any better ideas?: ... Okay. Let's break out of prison.: Fantastic. : A ledge! Give me a leg-up, and I can grab on and shimmy my way over... somewhere. : Let's be honest, Sparrowson. Neither of us have the physical prowess to shimmy anywhere. : A fireplace. It's been bricked up, so escaping up the chimney isn’t an option. : There's a bit of a scrap metal in this hole. I think it broke off an iron shackle. We could dig through the stone walls with this! See? ?It's all scratchy!: That may actually work... if we had a decade or two.: So that's a “maybe” on the stone-digging scheme?: Well, I’ll keep it in mind in-case the king decides to go all Count of Monte Cristo on us. : Look, Falcon! A loose brick! We could wait for a guard to transfer us to some place, sneak up behind him, and then, and then..: And then we get a death sentence for murder. I think not. Let’s search a little harder. : There's a little dent here. One of us could hide.: Hide? What would that accomplish?: Well, a guard would eventually come in and be like, “where's the other prisoner?” And then we use the momentary confusion to push him over and escape!: Do you really think an experienced guard would be confused by a prisoner hiding in a little hole in the wall? We can do better. : I give up.: So soon?: Yes. Trying to escape from a notoriously inescapable prison wasn’t the smartest plan we have ever devised. : That voice... that condescending tone... Severin Corico : Séverin! Are you alright? : Yes, yes. I'm fine. The injuries I sustained were mostly superficial. The doctor advised me not to do anything strenuous any time soon, but he gave the all-clear for returning to my job. : So, tell me. Why did I get a memo informing me that Jayjay Falcon and Sparrowson were being held in the Conciergerie for treason?: It’s all Falcon's fault!: Naturally.: I figured that, if a revolution is inevitable, then we should do our best to ensure that the uprising proceeds in an organized manner. The less bloodshed, the better.: Okay. So what did you do?: We offered the King our assistance. We said that we would defend him in court, if and when such a need arises.: Well, we didn't quite use those words..: Tsk. This isn’t the first time the king has had someone imprisoned for something so pointless. What a pig-headed fool. Consider your charges dropped.: Alright! Let's get out of here.: Hold on. You've caught my interest with this idea of yours. A bloodless revolution... You are absolutely right in that, if the king is captured, the citizens will devolve into an unruly mob of animals. We should prepare for a formal trial. No, we should preempt it.: We? You’re going to help us?: Of course. This isn't a task that can be handled by two birds alone.: What do you mean by “preempt”, Séverin?: We go on the offensive. We charge the king with crimes against the French people before the rebels can even act.: We can do that?: We can certainly try. I'll start building a case against the king. My argument will be focused on the kings gluttonous and irreverent fiscal policies. His lack of commitment to his socio-political promises. : And, obviously, his denial of universal suffrage.: Obviously.: How am I supposed to defend the king from all that?! : So I suggest that you take a different approach: appeal to the kings character. Try to win peoples’ hearts with tales of the beloved Citizen King.: He hasn't been called the Citizen King for, like, ten years..: It was just a suggestion. But consider this: you don't need to win the case. You just need to make a strong enough argument that the trial is fair. All that remains is ensuring that the King can be peacefully brought to the courthouse when the protests start to turn violent. That’s a job for the police and royal guard. I'll inform Inspector Volerti of our plan so that he can prepare accordingly...At least, I would if I could find him.: Inspector Volerti is missing?: Apparently. He's taken an informal leave of absence since Wednesday. : Hold on, Falcon. One thing eludes me. As you probably figured, Inspector Volerti had me perform an investigation into your past. He thought you were the Viridian Killer, crazy as it sounds. And, well, I'm sorry for doing that. It was quite invasive of me. But I can't help but wonder... Why did you change your name around 1830?: Because. .. I was ashamed, I suppose. I had a family name to live up to. My grandfather was something of a successful lawyer. So when I turned up to my classes at law school, people would gawp at me. They would say, “wow, you have big shoes to fill," and, “your grandfather would be proud”. But I was a terrible law student. Mediocre, at best. I knew that, deep down, I would never be half the man my grandfather was.: Fascinating. I had no idea who was your grandfather, if you don't mind me asking, Falcon?: ... : I see. Well, let’s not dilly-dally any longer. We have duties to carry out.: Right! We’re going to find anecdotes, and were going to defend the king, whether he likes it or not!   : Okay. Here we go. Neighthan never lets us down for useful information. I’m sure hes got something interesting and pleasant to say about the king. Donkey  : Perhaps you will surprise me today, and actually ask to take out a book.: Nope, just the usual today. An endless stream of questions.: You two need an encyclopedia. Well, go on then. Ask whatever drivel you want to ask. : Have you ever met King Louis-Philippe?: I have. As a matter of fact, he occasionally drops by this library to check out books. ...Unlike ~some~ people.: What sort of books does he check out, monsieur?: Thick books. I believe the last one he checked out was “An Expansive History of the Macedonian Empire”.:I had no idea that his majesty was interested in academic history.: I'll make a note: “King Louis-Philippe is a well-read and intelligent man." : This leads me to believe that the king may just use them to stand on during speeches.: ...Oh.: We'll just leave that part out.{[Neighthan's story]} has been added to your evidence folder. : Was there anything else?: From your well-educated standpoint, is King Louis-Philippe a good leader, as far as leaders go?: Well, I can’t fault the kings pro-business spirit. The big industry leaders love him.: Oh! This sounds promising.: Of course, this comes at the expense of everyone who isn’t a bourgeois. The wealth divide is stronger than ever.: Maybe not. : And of course, in terms of leadership and charisma, the king is about as personable as a rotten pear..: That’ll do, monsieur. A simple “no” would have sufficed. Thank you for your time and patience, monsieur.: Hmph. I look forward to your next round of idiotic questions.   Renard Vulpes  : Visitors, Monsieur Vulpes, visitors! : We’re doing very well, monsieur. But we don't have much time, so let me cut to the chase. We're collecting positive anecdotes about the king. Would you happen to have any? : Positive anecdotes, hmm? How curious. As it happens, I have met the king twice. Once, as you know, I was in my Juan Querido persona.: Oh, right. Of course. I don't think that story will be any use to us. What was the other incident?: I can tell you. But there is a price.: Are you serious? You’re such a moneygrabber.: A fox has to eat, monsieur.: Fine, fine. How much do you want? Forty francs sound good?: Ten thousand. : I, uh... I don’t have that kind of money, monsieur.: Ah. No matter. I'm sure you'll think of some way of repaying the debt.: Between that and my medical bills, we should be ready to afford basic things like food by the year... four thousand?: Let's not worry about the debt for now, messieurs. Let me just tell you the story. It was several years ago. 1841, I believe. I was lingering around the Ile de la Cité. I was in the pursuit of an investigative lead, so I had adopted the persona and outfit of a sickly beggar. That's when I was approached by a kind-faced man. It was the king himself! He took a twenty franc coin out of his pocket.: The king gave money to a sick beggar? Or at least, someone who looked like a sick beggar? That's great! We can use that!: I'm not done, monsieur. : Then he pocketed the coin and left.: Oh.: I'll make a note. “Gave financial advice to the poor and needy”.{[Renard’s story]} has been added to your evidence folder. : I hope that anecdote was of some use to you, monsieur.: It might be. But I don't feel that we got ten thousand francs’ worth of material.: I see. No matter. Just keep me in mind if you ever see a potential client.: We will. Have a pleasant day, monsieur.  The Three Tenors - Medley: "Ochi Chernye"/"Caminito"/"La vie en rose" : Ah, just the dodo I wanted to see. Madame Quanelle, quick question: have you ever served the king of France? : ... : Good one, hon. That's hilarious.  : Heh. : I can't wait to serve the king of Denmark! Ha ha!: I think that was a “no”.: And I think you might be right.  : The assholes in the card room have absolutely nothing new to say.: Inspector Volerti?! : ... : Hello, inspector. : JAY... JAY... FALCOooo~: Y-yes?: I think... I think I made a mishtake.: I'll say. Do I see two empty bottles of Russian vodka? Its a mystery how you’re still standing. : No! Listen. This... thisssss is important.: Inspector, maybe we should have this conversation when you’re a little more sober.: NO! No, Falcon! Listen.: Falcon... I thought... Falcon... I thoughtyouwere the Wardenkirra...: The what?: The Viridian Killer!: The... the man who injured me in the.. in the Juwai Reeebushun.: You thought I was the Viridian Killer? How did you even come to that conclusion?: I saw that... that you changed your name around eight... eighteen thirty and... I, and...: You made an assumption. : I'm shorry, Falcon! It wasss a mistake!: Do you... forgive me? : Yeah. Sure. I forgive you for assuming that I'm a mass murderer, and then for nearly getting me and Severin killed in order to prove it. : Oh, thanoo... thankyou, Fffffalcon.: Now, listen closely, Inspector. I have a favor to ask of you.: A favor? For yooouuu, Jayjay... anything.: Maybe we should wait until the inspector is a little more coherent. : I must pay my debt.: Excellent. So, Séverin and I are planning a case - a very big case - against the king of France. We intend on trying him before the rebels can get their hands on him. When the rebellion starts, we would like you to bring the king to the courthouse.: ...: Inspector?: ... : This isn’t treason, Inspector. We're ensuring the safest outcome to an inevitable revolution.: You are tree... you treesonou... you are treassoun...: You are sssscum!: Told you. Incoherent.: Yeah. I guess you were right, Sparrowson. Well, Inspector, maybe you should contact us if you change your mind... and once you’ve sobered up.: And back again.   : Time for some shopping, Falcon?: Maybe later. For now, we need to find people who've spoken to the king. He's been known to pass through Les Halles on occasion, so if we're lucky.. Saint Saëns Carnival Kangaroo : We remember. Are you keeping well, madame? : Absolutely. Never been better. So what can I sell ya today?: Information. We're looking for positive stories about the king. I don't suppose that you have any?: The king? No. I haven't got nothin’ to say about the king. : The king's a... a... : Quiet, child. Ya know what they say about the king havin' spies everywhere.: S-Spies?!: Calm down, Sparrowson. The rumors of the king having an elaborate spy network are patently untrue.: Then how do ya explain the shut down banquets, huh? The government's clampin’ down on anyone who dissents, ya know.: Let's get this conversation back on track. Joey, can you tell us why the king's a smelly egg thief?: My name's not Joey..: It's nothin’ you need to concern ya'selves with, messieurs. : Please go on, madame.: Don't worry. We aren’t spies. At least, I don’t think we are...: I know. I trust you guys. See, a couple of years ago, we were runnin' a shop. An antiques and odds and ends shop.: And... and... we had an egg... : We were pining (sic?) on making a nice tidy sum from it.: I see. An investment egg. So what happened?: Well, one day, we were visited, by the king no less. And old King Lou-Phil shows an interest in our egg. So we were thinkin' this would be our chance to make bank, right? But then the geezer just goes and waddles off with it!: Without paying you?: Oh yeah. He paid us alright.: What's this? : I think this is British. One of those crazy imperial unit coins from a crazy imperial country.: I have no idea what the British-French exchange rate is, but can we buy this off you, madame?: Put ya wallet away and keep it. It's worthless to me.{[Sautanne's coin]} has been added to your evidence folder. : Losin' that egg bankrupted us. It put us out on the streets. : That's excellent to hear. Anyway, we must take our leave. You’ve been a huge help, madame.: We're going to go kick that king's butt and get your egg back!     : Finally. It’s about time someone around here appreciated my skills.: Your ~fishing~ skills, right?: The term is ~angling~, wise guy.: This has nothing to do with fishing. Let me cut the preamble. We are looking for people who have positive stories about the king. Would you happen to have any?: Stories, huh? You came to the right guy. I have a whale of a story for you. So, the other day, I was fishing, and I caught this monster of a catfish. It was two meters long, easily. : Oh, sure. I drag a ninety kilogram falcon out the water, and everyone buys it. But I claim to catch one big fish, and suddenly everyone's a skeptic.: Please continue your story, Monsieur Kingly.: Oh, right. So, anyway, the king of all people happens to be walking by with his entourage. And they all clapped and cheered and came over to see the fish. And then the king says, “’I'm hungry. Let's cook this fellow up.” And then he just walks off with my fish! Can you believe that? : I can believe that. It seems like something a royal penguin would do.: Did you at least get paid for your fish?: Oh, yes. One of the royal guards was nice enough to flip one franc my way. : Ah ha! So the king supports the local fishing industry. I'm writing this down!{[Toussaint's story]} has been added to your evidence folder. : I have no idea if this story will be of any use to us, but we appreciate your time, monsieur. Good day to you.: Bye, Monsieur fisherman!: Hey! Don't call me a fisherman!  : Excuse me, Judge Maxime. : Oh, hello Falcon. : Really? I’m gaining a reputation?: Hey! I helped too!: Of course you did, uh... Robinton?: Sparrowson.: Right. Sparrington.: Judge Maxime, I don't suppose Monsieur Cocorico has filled you in on what we've been working on since then.: No, he hasn't. : Hmm... how to put this... : We're planning a trial, of sorts. We intend on forming a case against, uh...: The king!: Right, and uh...: We want you to adjudicate!: A trial against the king? Interesting. What are his exact charges?: I'm not sure, to be perfectly honest. That seems more like Séverin's territory.: Hmm. If you aren't even sure of that, then I don't think you’re quite prepared for this trial... : I see. Well, thank you anyway.: Let's make a move, Sparrowson.: What about our judge?: It doesn't matter. Let's focus on building a solid defense case for the king, and we can wing it from there. Maybe we can even hold the trial without any judges at all. Just Cocorico, me, and the king in the middle.: It's strange. Falcon, you're like your grandfather... and yet, you're nothing like him. : Well, I wouldn't say “knew”. I was just a teenager when he was causing havoc in the courtrooms. But of course, I am familiar with his work. : Falcon, I find your career choice peculiar. Your grandfather worked so hard to prosecute King Louis XVI, and yet here you are, rigorously working to defend your own king. Just like him, you would make an excellent prosecutor. So why did you choose the rocky path of the private defender? : To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. Maybe I just wanted to take myself out of my grandfather's shadow. I want to carve my own path as a lawyer. I don’t want to be a poor imitation of an old hero.: Quite understandable. Oh, just look at the time. I'm due back in the courtroom. But before I go, let me just say that I would be happy to adjudicate your trial, Falcon.: Really? That's fantastic! Thank you, your honor.: It’s no trouble.
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Ask nicely about who bought the chocolate . We have no reason to believe that he's responsible.
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Be nice. Sparrowson will never forgive us if we get ourselves ejected from this chocolate shop.
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I don't see a reason not to be polite, no need to risk setting him off.
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  Aviary Office   : Séverin? How rude. Don’t they teach you to knock- : No time for bickering, Jayjay. It's time!: Time? For what?: The trial, you dunce!: Already?: A large protest has started to form at the Place de la Concorde. No doubt, it’ll turn into an unruly mob before long. The spirit of revolution is in the air. We must act now. I’m going to start the necessary preparations at the courthouse, so I need you to get the king from the Palais-Royal.: You want me to drag the king to the courthouse? I’m not even sure that I could drag him from his chair.: Use diplomacy, you dolt. I'm sure you’ll think of something.: Right. Come along, Sparrowson. We have a king to defend.  Falcon and Sparrowson rush across the city. Scores of angry eyes watch the pair's every movement. Cocorico was right: the spirit of revolution is in the air. Outside the Palais-Royal, a crowd has started to form. The royal guards watch in nervous anticipation. King Louis Phillipe    : You again? Shouldn't you be in jail?: There's no time for that nonsense!: Your majesty, we need you to come with us.: Why? : There's a trial-: Well why didn't you say so? I love trials! Ooh, am I needed to give a testimony? Please say it's so!: As a matter of fact, your majesty, yes, I think you will need to give a testimony.: Oh, goody, goody, goody. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!  : Did anyone spot us?: I don't think so. Its still early. The crowds are only just starting to form. With any luck, we can get this trial over with before anyone realizes what's going on.: You... : You treasonous scumbags! You actually captured the king! : Captured?: Clearly a joke, your majesty.: Ah. Very subtle. I like it.: So it's true. You do intend to hold a trial.: Your actions are utterly despicable. You are all on the same level as the filthy rebel dissenters.: Do you intend to stop us, inspector?: ... On any other day, I would. You are rotten law-breakers through and through.: I want nothing more than to see you tried and punished for your traitorous stances.: But I owe a debt. To you, Falcon. And to Monsieur Cocorico.: So you’ll let us pass?: ... I have ordered for a dozen national guards to set up a perimeter around the entrance of the Palais de Justice. : The rebels will inevitably catch word that the king is here.: They will try to storm the building. And when they do, we will be ready to hold them off.: That's amazing. Thank you, Inspector.: ... Go on. Before I change my mind. Trial Opening  : Alright, settle down everyone, settle down. : Where you are is perfect, your majesty. Now, is everyone here?: Jayjay Falcon, present. The defense is ready, your honor.: Séverin Cocorico, present. The prosecution is ready, your honor.: Ooh, this'll be good. I wonder who's on trial. : Are the jury all here? : Everything seems to be in order. The court is now in session for the trial of King Louis Philippe.: Ooh, that's me!: ... : Calm down, your majesty. We’re simply prosecuting you for a short list of thirty-two crimes against the French people.: What is this madness?!: Did you set me up to this?!: Well, yes and no. We're your defense, your majesty.: I'm so confused..: The process is simple. I'll state a charge that is being leveled at you, and present my evidence for the charge. You - and your defense - will then have the opportunity to present their own counter-evidence.: I’m even more confused..: Just let us do the talking, your majesty. We're doing this for your own good. : Let us proceed. Prosecution, present the first charge.: King Louis Philippe, you are being charged with neglecting the lower classes of the nation. Your continued support of Guizot's outdated policies have resulted in an ever-growing wage gap. Poverty is rampant. Animals are forced to turn to begging, thievery, and burglary just to survive. How do you justify this vile attitude?: Goodness! You're going straight for the jugular, aren't you? I... I'm a good person! I don’t hate poor people. : Please allow me to do the talking, your majesty. Séverin, the king is far kinder to poor people than the general populous has been led to believe. Some would even describe him as a generous philanthropist.: Who? Who would describe him as a “generous philanthropist”?: S-some would.: You're going to have to do better than that. Show me an example. Just one example of the king being generous to a poor person. : I would like to present this story. It is the account of a person who was a sick and starving beggar. One day, this beggar was approached by the king. Did the king offer the beggar money? No. He offered something far better. He offered the beggar financial advice. : Where is that beggar now? He runs a successful business that can pull forty francs from a single client transaction.: Amazing. And the ex-beggar attributes the king for his radical transformation?: Well, he didn't say so directly... but it was implied.: Interesting. Would you mind telling us the name of this person? : He's a man named Renard Vulpes.: Oh, Renard Vulpes? The trickster and con-artist who runs that deplorable private investigation service?: You're familiar with him?: Of course. That fox has been meddling in trials and disturbing investigations for years.  : Oh dear... Outside the Palais-Royal, protesters charge at the buildings gates, effortlessly overcoming the royal guards. Looters take the opportunity to overrun and ransack the building. : Where on Earth is that accursed king?: Pierro! The prime minister and the king both fled before we even started our assault? How is that even possible?: Madame Beaumort! I’ve found someone who may be of use. : A royal guard? Nice find, Fontaine. Speak, duck. Tell us where the king is.: Ha! You think me a common turncoat. I would have you know that I am the mighty Officer Beck! I would sooner die than betray my country! : The Palais de Justice! A couple of lawyers came and took him to the Palais de Justice!: That was easy. Pierro. Fontaine. Gather the crowd. We're marching on the Palais de Justice. : What are we up to? Charge twelve? Please continue, prosecutor.: Very well. King Louis Philippe, you stand accused of crushing small businesses in favor of supporting wealthier industry giants. Such a nepotic attitude only serves to discourage people from forming their own enterprises.: I disagree. As a self-made businessman, the king has constantly shown his support for all businesses, big and small.: Another ludicrous assertion from the defense. Prove me wrong, Jayjay. When has the king ever shown support for a grassroots business?  : Angler.: Sorry, angler, who recently caught an enormous catfish from the Seine. Some say the fish was as large as two meters. Upon catching the fish, the king congratulated the man and offered him compensation for his efforts.: “Compensation for his efforts”? You mean, he bought the fish.: I-in so many words, yes.: Well, putting aside how weak an example that is of a man supporting local businesses, I see a much more pressing issue... : What if he had killer bait? Like, say, a box of high-end chocolates?: Ludicrous! Nobody would be stupid enough to use chocolates as fishing bait!: This would probably work better if you actually gave the : You guys can't be serious...Outside the doors of the Tribunal de Grande, Inspector Volerti watches the ever-growing crowd of protesters. The national guard poise their bayonets, keeping the angry mob at bay. : Disgusting rabble, the lot of them.: Oh? It looks like the guards are letting someone through.: An emissary of the rebels? Or perhaps one who considers themselves a leader? : I am.: I came to talk to you directly. I feel we can settle this maturely. No violence. No casualties.: Wouldn't that be marvelous.: We only have one demand. That is, that you stand aside and let me escort the king out the building. Grant me that, and I will order the crowd to disperse.: ...: I don't know if this is your first revolution, mademoiselle, but it certainly isn’t mine.: If your protesters want the king, then they will have to get past the line of national guards. And I don't think your people have the skill, equipment, or raw numbers to accomplish such a feat.: ... : ... : I believe were up to the last charge, are we not?: Correct. Charge thirty-two. King Louis Philippe, you are accused of being an imbecile! You are mentally unfit to run this country.: No need to get personal!: It isn’t a crime to be an idiot, Séverin.: Thankfully. If it were, we would all be doing hard time right now.: Illegal, no, but it does raise the question of why we are giving an idiot so much power. Let's not follow the example of Great Britain, who let the mad king, George the third, rule for decades past his prime.: King Louis Philippe is neither mad nor stupid. He is an intelligent and competent individual. : Your majesty, please...: You’ve chosen an impossible battle, Jayjay. The kings idiocy is widely accepted. I urge you to prove me wrong. Show me one shred of evidence that the king is not a blithering idiot.  : Picture books don't count, Jayjay.: Oh, I had no idea that “An Expansive History of the Macedonian Empire” was a picture book. : Hmm. Perhaps a test is in order.: T-that won't be necessary...: What was the name of that book you mentioned? “An Expansive History of the Macedonian Empire”? Tell me, your majesty, where is Macedonia?: Where?: Yes. I’ll even make it easy. Just tell us the name of the continent. What continent is Macedonia in?: ...: You can do this, your majesty.: It's a one in seven shot... can he really do it?: ... I want to say “Africa”... But... : London!: Oh mon Dieu...: I think we're done here, your honor. As I have demonstrated in excruciating detail, the king is incompetent, lazy, stupid, and occasionally malicious. He isn't fit to run a bakery, let alone a nation.: Very well, prosecutor. Does the defense have anything to add? : Yes, your honor.: ... I've got nothing. I've defended this man to the best of my abilities, and I have nothing more to say.: Very good.Then I shall now converse with the jury.: We shall determine precisely which crimes the king is guilty of, and decide on an appropriate punishment.: P-punishment?!: Lawyer man, you have to do something! I'm scared.: Calm down, your majesty. The whole purpose of this trial was to see that your punishment is fair and fitting. : That mademoiselle is returning. How naive. : Once again, I ask that you let me pass. Let me extract the king without issue, and then we shall be on our way. I warn you: the protesters are getting rowdy. Any moment now, they might charge on their own accord.: Your commitment to pacifism is admirable, but you are brimming with naivete, mademoiselle. Be on your way.: ...   : You...You're the friar who gave me tip-off about the Croc-Monsieur.: Was my information no good, Inspector? Did I not say how and when you could reach the Croc-Monsieur?: You omitted a few details. Your words almost killed a few acquaintances of mine.: Well, Inspector, it seems that you and I agree on something. This wolf has a forked tongue.: There's no need to direct your hatred at me, madame. I came here to give you a gift. A peace-offering.: You have nothing to offer.: I most certainly do. Did you know that the tunnels of the Sleeping City Wind straight under the Palais de Justice? It's true! : What are you prattling on about?: How much gunpowder do you think it would take, madame? Fifty kilograms? One hundred? Hmm. Maybe two hundred kilograms, just to be safe.: Friar... tell me you didn't... : Running will do you no good, you brother-killing pute!: You’re bluffing. There will be no explosion.: You would like that to be the case, wouldn't you, Inspector? But unfortunately for you, the Viridian Killer emerges one last time!: YOU-  : I must congratulate you, Jayjay... no... Falcon. You argued excellently. I’m as unsure of the penguin's fate as you are, but one thing is for certain: you could not have done your job any better.: Thank you, Cocorico.: After a small amount of deliberation, we have come to a decision. : We find the defendant, King Louis Philippe, to be- : Mon Dieu! What was that?!: An explosion! It sounded like it came from right outside. : For pity's sake, spit it out, monsieur! : Rebels! Its the rebels! There was a big explosion at the entrance, and rebels are pouring into the building as we speak!: You heard the rabbit. Everybody clear out.: Your honor, quickly. What was the verdict?: Really? In a time like this?: There is no better time.: Exile! Now get out of here. Court is adjourned!: ... : A valiant effort, Falcon, but we’re out of both time and options. If the rebels want the king so badly, they can take him.: Y-y-you can't say that!: ...: The rooster's got a point, Falcon. Let's just turn the king over and let him receive his dues. We’ve done all we can.: ... No. You two give up far too easily.Trial Turnabout 2  : Renard's place? What can he do?: If anyone has the power to make the king disappear, it would be that conniving fox.: Yeah. Yeah! That might just work! Come along, your majesty.: Oh dear, oh dear...: Come on, Cocorico. No time to dawdle.: I’m staying. For there to be any chance of your ridiculous plan succeeding, someone must stay behind to delay the rebels.: Cocorico...: Go. I’ve got this.: ... Good luck. : That damned wolf nearly killed the lot of us... : It's a pleasure to see you again too, madame.: Don't get snarky. Where is he?: You’re too late. The king has long left the building. For all I know, he could be halfway to Guadeloupe by now.: So he's already gone... drat. There goes my opportunity to enact justice.: Enact justice? You should have seen the trial, madame. Everything was official, professional, and logical. It was the most brilliant display of justice that I've ever seen.: But the king...: ... Is in the process of receiving a fitting punishment.: ... Cocorico. Did... Did my father receive a fitting punishment when you were the prosecutor at his trial, ten years ago? : ... No, madame. But every day since then, I’ve strived towards justice. And I shall continue to do so for the rest of my days.: ...  : ~Huff~>>>> : ~Puff~: This is taking forever...  : It’s that friar!: I'm not going to let you take another step towards the king.: I didn't come here for the king. I came to kill you, Jayjay Falcon!: Very well. Sparrowson, take the king and hurry to Renard's. I'll handle this monster.: Are you sure you'll be okay?: I can handle one crippled wolf.: Okay. Come on, your majesty.: ~Huff~ : Heh. Of course not. That was to take out the murderous pute who killed my brother.: Madame Beaumort...: She was the madame who pulled the trigger, but it was your words that sentenced him!: And I would do it again. You and your brother are heinous individuals.: Call us what you like. It doesn't matter any more. Your blood must pay for his! An eye for an eye! That is the way of the judges of old!: You don't appear armed.: I don't need a gun or sword to kill you! There are one hundred kilograms of gunpowder beneath our very feet! One more step, and this entire area will go-: Vile scum. : You look a little... singed. Renard Vulpes  : I did. It seems the rumors are true, Mousey. The revolution is in full swing.: Go on. Get in there!: Visitors, Monsieur Vulpes, Visitors!: I wonder who- : ~Huff~, ~huff~, are you, ~huff~, Monsieur Vulpes?: I am. And this is my companion, Mousey.: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty.: I must admit, I rarely have a gentleman of your caliber in this office. Please, have a seat. Mousey, fetch his majesty some tea.: Right away! : Ah yes. A new identity. A new face. Indeed, I can make that happen. Of course, there is a price.: How much?: Normally, such a service would cost one hundred francs. But for you, your majesty... ten thousand.: Ten thousand francs?! I don't carry that sort of money on my person!: Ah, I’m sure you can find a way. That crown on your head and egg in your hand would surely be enough to pay for this exquisite service.: Hmph. You are a crook, Monsieur Vulpes.: Now, now. Let's not call each other names. We are both grown men. Now let’s see, you'll need a disguise. Ah, here we go! Go put this on! : Hmm... Mousey, could you come in here for a moment please?: What is it, Monsieur Vulpes? Oh! Who is this cockatoo? Where did King Louis Philippe go?: You see, your majesty? : It's... it's that convincing?: Of course! But we'll have to give you a new name and identity to match your new look. We need a name that is original yet ordinary. Subtle yet exquisite...: John Smith?: Brilliant, Mousey! Monsieur, your name is now "John Smith”. You are an upstanding English gentleman.: ...Je... je mappelle John Smith...: Hmm, that's no good. We will have to work on your English accent. Repeat after me. “My name is John Smith.”: Mai naime eez... Jean Smeeth.: Wow! Did you grow up in London, your majesty? Your accent is impeccable!: R-really?: Tell him, Mousey.: I didn't understand any of it, so it must have been perfect English.: Disguise, name, accent... I think were all set. Are you ready, Mister Smith?: I don't think so...: Of course you're ready! Flee, Monsieur, flee! Take a horse to Callais, and from there, hire a boat to take you to the shores of England!: Do you think he will make it to England, Monsieur Vulpes?: With that disguise, Mousey, I think our client would be lucky to make it down the street.   Aviary Office   : Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to get up!: Give me a break. My legs are killing from running all over Paris. Besides, we just had the case of a century. I think we're allowed one day to relax. Let’s play some Jacques-Noir.: Falcon, don't make me hate you at this point. : Nuh-uh. Look at this stack of mail we have to reply to. Inspector Volerti has asked us to sign off on some paperwork regarding the death of Frére Remus. : And Madame Beaumort has asked us to help establish a constitution for the Second Republic, if you can believe that. Plus, we have, like, a dozen requests for legal work from other citizens of Paris. I guess word has gotten around about our involvement in the kings trial, huh?: Mon Dieu...: So much to do... but all I want is to take a holiday...: Hey, Falcon. Do you think we’re about to see some changes?: Changes?: The old king is gone. The prime minister's resigned. The Second Republic is kicking off. I'm just saying... do you think this could be the start of a new era of peace for Paris?  Aviary Attorney - Egalite (4B) ending: I don't think so, Sparrowson. As long as there's poverty on the streets and corruption in the government, people will always have an urge to rebel.: That’s such a cynical thing to say. You're probably not wrong, though. End Credits : Let's go pick up some breakfast.: Sounds good. I feel like pains au chocolat.             You have reached the end of route B - Egalité. The ending you received was determined by the decisions you made in Chapter 3. Try tackling the trial in the catacombs differently in order to see a different ending. 
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What about Mousey? The King? Or the Fox?
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Oct 12, 2017 20:23
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Let's go with Juan, Caterline, and Mousey.
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Oct 12, 2017 20:44
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We have to ask about Sparrowson. Let's add Juan and Mousey too.
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Oct 13, 2017 01:01
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Okay, since we can't seem to ask about Vulpes (that guy seems pretty suspicious to me), I suggest Mousey, Juan, and Howl. Wouldn't it be convenient if he keeled over due to tainted chocolate just as he took the rose?
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: As the game just noted, you get different versions of act 4 depending on what you do at the end of chapter 3. Ending C, Fraternité, happens when you fail to save Cocorico's life. Let's go ahead and do that.  Catacombs : The most obvious way to lose the trial is to avoid getting Gustave's Explorer-Extractor. But that would require replaying most of chapter 3, so that's something we'll leave for another time. Let's just make some seemingly reasonable objections instead:  : Torturing someone for any reason is horrific. I cant believe that none of you had a problem with it.: You hypocrite. Do you know what the French legal system does to suspected rebels? Beatings. Whippings. Sleep deprivation. Mutilation. Sometimes the police even break out medieval torture devices. They act like we still live under the Ancien Régime.: Yeah, and now you're no better.: Spare me your infantile judgement. Do you want to stand here and lecture us, or do you want to carry on with this trial?: ...: As I thought. Proceed.  : What were you doing there?: Just passin’ through.: Okay, but where were you headed? For example, did you have business at the Conciergerie? Or were you heading home from the cathedral?: To be honest, monsieur, I don't think that's none of your business. : It most certainly is my business. Your reason for being there could be a key factor in this case.: Pierro was running an errand for me.: What kind of errand?: A work errand.: What kind of work errand could be done at midnight? : I think you two are overstepping your bounds. Like Pierro said, this matter is none of your business.Madame Beaumort scowls. : No more stupid, probing questions, Falcon. Stick to the case at hand, or I end this trial. Understood?: Fast forward to Fontaine's testimony.: Fontaine, I have a question regarding Cocorico's Gendarmerie pistol. Pardon my ignorance, but I am not a gun connoisseur like yourself. What do you mean by “caliber”?: A gun's caliber is the width of its internal barrel, and the width of the bullets that it fires.: So you would use 15mm wide bullets for a pistol with a 15mm wide barrel. That makes sense. Did the bullet embedded in the Croc-Monsieur's chest match the caliber of Cocorico's pistol?: I don't know for sure. I didn't have the time nor the equipment to dig the bullet out of the Croc-Monsieur's chest. Besides, lead bullets fragment. It would be difficult to properly piece together a fired lead bullet to assess its caliber with any accuracy.: Then it's possible that the caliber of the bullet in the Croc-Monsieur’s chest doesn't match the caliber of Cocorico's gun.: Do you know that for a fact, Falcon? Or is this just more vapid speculation on your part?: I know that the caliber could not possibly match.: Interesting. Prove it. : Quit your tomfoolery, Falcon. If you make a claim, then I expect you to be able to back it up.Madame Beaumort scowls. : He's floundering, madame.: Agreed. I've heard enough of these rambling theories. Falcon, your respect for your comrade is admirable, and you displayed great valiance by leaping headfirst into the lion’s den. But you have failed to convince me of this bird's innocence.: Madame Beaumort, I implore you-: Not another word. We humored you. We set up a court and went through the motions of a trial. And now, the rooster's guilt has been formally proven.: We have more evidence-: Enough! The trial is over! : We have found you guilty on the counts of conspiracy, of the murder of the Croc-Monsieur, and of the murder of my father, Jean Beaumort.: Madame, please-: Jayjay. It's alright. I’ve made my peace.: This is far from alright.: Dying in the name of a new republic... at the hands of rebels... there are worse ways to go.  : Séverin-  : ...: ... Tend to the body, Pierro. : Yes, ma’am.: Do you plan to kill us too?: Why would I do that? You two have done nothing wrong. I see no reason for you to be tried, let alone executed. : No, no! We promise to keep our beaks shut. Right Falcon?: Ah, but we cannot trust the word of potential traitors. Madame, for the good of France, we must execute the birds right now.: Some man of God you are...: I hate to admit it, but you have a point, Remus. This is an unpleasant situation. Hmm... what to do, what to do...: ...: Okay. I know. I’m going to give you a choice. You have two options. The first is that I shoot you right here and now. That's not something either of us particularly want, but if it must be done...: What's option number two?: You join us. We need lawyers to help bring the new republic into fruition. Your skills would be very much appreciated.: Our skills?: Somebody has to draft new laws. Somebody has to file the paperwork to secure the new Republic's internationally recognized legal status. Somebody has to prosecute the officials who corrupted this country. Wouldn't that be a glorious job?: You mean... prosecute the prime minister? Or the king?: We can discuss the specifics later. For now, I need to hear a decision. What will it be? : Fine. We'll work with you. : Good. Then a verbal contract has been made.: So... what happens now?: Pierro and Fontaine will lead you to Le Canard Joyeux. I will finish up here and meet you in two hours. Needless to say, they shall be keeping a close watch on you. Don't even think about running.: Of course.: Then we're done here. Fontaine, lead the way.: Yes, madame.: Come along, you two. : I do trust them. Throughout that trial, I got the impression that Falcon was trying to deescalate the situation. Avoid violence. Such a viewpoint is naive, but it is exactly what we need in this revolution. : But they will betray you-: If they are stupid enough to even raise one feather against me...  : You can come out now, brother.Wolves  : Better than we ever hoped for. The rooster is dead, and the madame has tasted her first blood.: Heh. Amazing. Completely worth getting shot for.: A meddlesome falcon tried to disrupt the execution-: Falcon?! Really? That tenuous wretch...: Don’t worry. He floundered and bumbled around hopelessly. The madame thinks that he's of some use, but really, he's as good as dead.: This is marvelous. Every piece is falling into place. Our dream will be a reality in no time at all.: To Reason, brother!: To Reason!  : ...: ...: ...: I hope you don't harbor too much hate for the madame. I know that the rooster was your friend, but the madame does what she does for the good of France.: ...: ...: Boy oh boy. This is awkward.: It is a bit. Perhaps a round of drinks are in order. After all, this is a tavern. What do you two say? : I'll take a wine. Make sure it’s a stiff one.: I'll take two.: Very well. : My round?! No way. It’s your turn.: Turns don't matter. You still owe me for that omelette I generously paid for last Friday.: Yeah, well, you owe me for that coffee on Tuesday.: Okay, so that's thirty cents of coffee deducted from a sixty cent omelette. Plus the twenty-five cent peanuts you swiped from my pantry.: Hold up. I ain't so good at men'al arithmetic..: (Listen, Sparrowson. You need to go.): (Go?): (Yes. I’ll create a distraction, you head straight for the back door.): (Is that such a good idea?) : (If we both run, these two will probably shoot us in the backs.) (So the way I see it, one of us running is the most viable option.): (Falcon-): (Don’t argue. Once you're out, find Volerti and tell him what you've seen.): ... (Okay): So it's agreed. You get this round, and I'll owe you two cents.: Yup. And I'll hold you to ‘em two cents. Be right back. Don’t you two move or nothin'. : Anyway. I don’t feel like sitting in silence. Let's talk to pass the time.  : Fontaine, I have a gun question.: A gun question? Do go on. : What's better: flintlock or percussion cap ignition systems?: What a delightful technical question. But I'm afraid there's no dispute here: percussion caps are the future, hands-down. You see, flintlocks are unreliable. A little light drizzle, and the ignition system no longer functions. The gun becomes worthless! : But a percussion cap will always work, as long as its built correctly, and as long as the gun has enough gunpowder. I suppose there is the matter of material cost. How much does a brass cap cost compare to flint and steel? It's a little pricier, I think. : Hey, where’s the li’le one?: The little one? He's right... Oh. Merde. I lost him.: You lost 'im?! How did you lose 'im?! I was gone for two minutes!: I think I dropped the ball on this one.: I'll say! The madame's gonna string us up for sure. Actually, we should make up a cover story. We can't let her find out about this.: You can't let me find out about what? : Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here weren't paying attention and let Sparrowson walk casually away. : About twenty years too early for that reference.: M-madame...: We can explain...: I swear, I give you two bozos one damned job... ~Sigh~ It doesn't matter. That little bird was dispensable for our plans. But Falcon isn't. What's important is that he is still here.  : Agreed. Falcon, let me quickly fill you in. As you probably know, we are planning to form a protest. An enormous protest on the fourteenth of this month. We intend to draw a massive crowd at the Place de la Concorde, and then we shall march across Tuileries garden.: A march across Tuileries... you intend to storm the Louvre?: No. The Palais-Royal. That's where the king and prime minister will be residing. I would like it to go peacefully, but...: Peaceful uprisings have a habit of turning violent, don't they?: Exactly. And we can't let the leaders of this country escape amidst the chaos. They must be tried for their crimes against the French people. On that note, I want you to lead the prosecution.: You want me to prosecute... the king of France?: The king and the prime minister. They are both responsible for the rampant inequality that plagues this country. On the day of the revolution, we will drag both of those overpaid bourgeois onto the streets, and you shall prosecute them then and there.: I think I understand. Prosecuting the pair for... crimes against humanity, I suppose. It could certainly be done. If I were to interview a lot of citizens, gather a lot of evidence, file some paperwork... I could probably prepare a case in around two months.: We don’t have the luxury of time. Use your ingenuity on the day, just like you did in the catacombs.: You can't be serious...: There is no alternative. The wheels of the revolution are already turning, and the revolution will ignite in under a week. The question on my mind is, what do we do with you until then? : After seeing the atrocious job you two did guarding the little bird, I think not. I’ll just have to guard you myself, Falcon. You shall spend this week at my side while I complete our preparations.: At your side? All day and night?: Absolutely. I'm not going to let you out of my sight for one minute.: That seems excessive. You can trust me, madame.: No, I can't. You've promised to help me, but I know that you don't actually believe in the cause of the Second Republic. If I give you one grain of freedom, you will undoubtedly flee.: ...: This meeting is over. Come along, Falcon.   : He created a distraction, and I sneaked away and went straight to the police. Then you called a meeting, and well, here I am. So... yeah. That's the whole story. : That's right.: ...And Falcon revealed his true colors as a traitor.: A... traitor? No, no, that’s not right, inspector. Falcon's not a rebel. He's just playing along so he can save his own life.: Don't be so naive, Sparrowson. Put the puzzle pieces together.: Falcon willingly leapt into the lions den for the specific purpose of siding with the rebels.: He let you escape because he could see that you weren't truly sympathetic to the rebel cause.: That doesn't make sense at all. Falcon’s never shown a rebellious streak.: ...: Tell me, Sparrowson. What do you know about Falcon's past?: Not a lot. He's a private person.: Has he ever told you what he did during the July Revolution? Before he changed his name?: Before he... no, he hasn’t told me anything, really.: ...: Sparrowson, let me tell you about the man they call the Viridian Killer...  : Les Halles, huh. Let me guess. You have a weapons supplier somewhere around here. : Actually, I’m here for groceries.: ...: There's no need for that look. You think that just because I'm a gun-toting rebel, I don't need to buy food? Kangaroos : Well, well If it isn't Sautanne and little Gambade. You’re growing bigger every time I see you.: Ma'am, you have to hear this. Something big went down here yesterday.: A policeman! A nasty, ugly policeman!: Let me guess. He was bullying people into revealing secrets on the whereabouts of the revolutionaries.: Well, that’s how it started, ma'am. Same ol' bullying tactics. He was pushin' round this ol' beggar rat who hangs around the market sometimes. But then, when the rat wasn’t speakin’ up, the policeman drew his gun and shot him! : Yup. But then the coward cop went an’ ran before we could turn on him.: I find this difficult to believe. A policeman wouldn't openly shoot a beggar without just cause.: Open your eyes, Falcon. This is the regime us Parisians live under. We are ignored by the government, oppressed by the police, and hanged by the courts. Why do you think I'm fighting so hard to make a change? We can't put up with this sort of bullying.: ... No. This can't be right. Something has to be missing from Sautanne's story. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions, madame?: Sure. Ask away.: Make it quick, Falcon. : What did the policeman look like?: Well, I didn’t get a good look, but...: He was tall and ugly and mean-looking, and, and.. : One eye?!: Yup. Had one of them pirate patches.: There's no way...: Ring any bells, Falcon?: I know a man who fits the description... but it simply couldn't be him. He's a bitter individual, but he's morally righteous. I can't imagine him shooting an innocent person so recklessly.: Don't let your bias towards the justice system affect your judgment, Falcon. If you think you know who did this, then please, name and shame him.: I think I should bite my tongue until I'm a little more certain.: Did ya want to know anything else, monsieur?: If a policeman did shoot an innocent person, then there would surely be an investigation.: Ha! Your naivety knows no bounds, Falcon. You think the police care if one of their own is out of control?: Actually, there was one bloke asking around. But I don't think he was a policeman.: Oh? Go on, madame. : Renard...: A friend of yours, Falcon?: Something like that. We should probably pay him a visit to see what he’s up to.: Pay him a visit? I suppose we can set aside a little time.: Did ya want something else?: Just who was this beggar rat?: I didn't really know him well, monsieur. None of us did. He was kinda a loner who hanged around, asking for scraps of food and cents. I don’t even know his name.: That's so sad. Did he have no family? No means of support?: Falcon, do you have any idea how many beggars there are on the streets of Paris? How many people go hungry? How many people are forced to turn to crime?: I'm well aware, madame. I'm asking these questions to see if there was perhaps some reason why that particular rat was killed. : That it is, monsieur. Is there any other way that I can help?: That’s all, madame. Thanks for all your help.: No problem. Anything to help Ma'am Beaumort!: We'll try to get to the bottom of this, Sautanne. Just... make sure to stay safe when the revolution starts. Stay inside. Keep Gambade safe.: Of course, ma’am. You stay safe yourself, y’hear?   Renard Vulpes : Visitors, Monsieur Vulpes, visitors! : Sleazy?: Madame, my back-alley office is perhaps a little cluttered and eclectic, but I resent the accusation of sleaze!: Uh... maybe I should do the introductions. Monsieur Vulpes, this is Madame Beaurnort, a, um, friend of mine. Madame, this is-: Renard Vulpes, private investlgator, at your service. It is a pleasure to meet you, madame.: ...: Ah, how stoic. I'm sure you have some pressing question to ask, Falcon, but before we get started there is something I must tell you. Monsieur Sparrowson dropped by earlier. He informed me of your situation.: Sparrowson? Is he alright? : Just as I thought. It appears that your lackey has solidified his position as a traitor to the Second Republic, Falcon.: Perhaps. Perhaps not. Sparrowson doesn't strike me as a person who sides with any ideology. But, you know, he asked me the most peculiar question. Would you like to know what it was?: Of course.: Such information is quite valuable. It would cost, say... thirty francs. : Yeah, yeah. I know how this works. Here's your money, monsieur.: Very good. So, on to the question... Sparrowson asked if you were the Viridian Killer. The one responsible for the random bombings during the July Revolution, eighteen years ago.: Why on Earth would he ask that?: Perhaps the Inspector had been telling him stories.: So what did you tell him?: The truth, of course. That is, that I have no idea who the Viridian Killer is, but that I knew that it couldn't possibly be Falcon (sic).: Oh? And how do you know that I’m not the Viridian Killer? : Anyway. I’ve started my own investigation into the Viridian Killer. It's fascinating stuff. Apparently he was seen in multiple places at once, which leads some to believe that “he” was actually more than one person.: Huh.: And do you know why they call him - or should I say, them - the "Viridian” Killer?: Viridian is a greenish color, isn’t it? No, I don't have a clue. “Crimson Killer” would be a much cooler name.: It appears that no one knows the origins of the name. Which leads me to suspect that he - or, indeed, they - chose their own name.: This is all fascinating. Truly, fascinating. But perhaps we can return the conversation to why were here.: Of course. Monsieur Vulpes, we heard that you were investigating the murder at Les Halles.: I was. That victim was a friend of Mousey’s.: More of an acquaintance, really...: Well, we want to know if you managed to uncover anything. Did you find any leads? Any juicy clues?: Not as such.. it’s quite a peculiar case. : I did.: You know what that implies, don't you, Falcon? You only know of one police officer - or, indeed, one person - who wears an eyepatch. : The Inspector... But that can’t be right. You wouldn't describe him as a murderous man, would you, Monsieur Vulpes?: Murderous?I don't know. He's certainly passionate about finding the Viridian Killer. Who's to say that he wouldn't kill in the pursuit of his arch-enemy?: ... : Falcon, I want to solve this mystery as much as you do, but time is pressing and we have other matters to attend to. We must take our leave.: Understood. Until next time, Monsieur Vulpes. : Um, Monsieur Vulpes... That lioness looked pretty angry. : ... : Let me think...>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>   : ... But the crowd will be fairly large and slow. It may take twice, maybe three times as long to make the move...: Having a logistics problem, madame?: Perhaps. The plan is to walk the crowd from here, through Tuileries, to the Palais-Royal. But if we take too long to pass through Tuileries, the police will trap us in. We could be flanked and slaughtered.: That is quite an issue. : Why not just get the protesters to meet at the Palais-Royal itself?: Because the Place de la Concorde is an ideal meeting location. It's enormous and easy to get to.: I see. But even if you got, say, half the protesters to meet at the Palais-Royal, you would cut down on traveling time.: I get it. A smaller crowd would be easier to direct across the garden. : That bird-brained parrot would probably just shoot the idea down, right?: Probably. But I appreciate your input. I don't know if you genuinely want to help, or if you're just telling me what I want to hear out of fear, but... thank you, Falcon.: It's no problem, madame. For the Second Republic, right?: Right. For the Second Republic.   : The king is probably in there as we speak. Probably sitting in his highchair, stuffing his bloated face with cake and wine while he boasts about being the perfect Citizen King...: Did you come here just to moan about the king?: No. I've come to assess the potential battleground. On the day of the rebellion, I might order Pierro to set up a barricade over there. What do you think? : Of course. It's the perfect place for a defensive garrison. We can gather furniture from nearby buildings, build a wall, and position rifles to fend off the police. When the time is right, it will serve as the ideal location to launch our assault on the palace. : So you weren't just throwing empty words in the tavern. You actually do intend on dragging the king out of the palace through violence.: Of course. He will never abdicate on his own volition.: ...: It's not as if I want to see bloodshed, Falcon. It's necessary. It's inevitable. I mean, we have to be realistic. There is no way to bring change to a country without using violence, is there? : I don't think there's any way. Throughout history, great change has only ever come about with great sacrifice. Wars. Assassinations. Executions. No country has been won over through passive demonstrations alone.: I see. So it’s as I feared.: But that doesn't mean you can't try. Violence can work as a last resort, not as a first call to action. Set an example for the kind of nation you want to see.: ... : At least, until it's clear that violence is inevitable.: That's good. That's a good compromise, madame.
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Oct 14, 2017 12:24
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Our only option left, then, is the murder victim. Major Howl.
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Cocorico for shits and giggles. Also, in-character of Falcon to do so
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Commander Keene posted:Okay, since we can't seem to ask about Vulpes (that guy seems pretty suspicious to me), I suggest Mousey, Juan, and Howl. Wouldn't it be convenient if he keeled over due to tainted chocolate just as he took the rose? Wouldn't even have to be tainted chocolate to poison a dog.
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I really think it needs to be Howl, but Cocorico for S&G might be funny as an AA-style "the prosecutor is the bad guy" twist.
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   : Everything is coming together. As we speak, Fontaine is gathering the protesters at the Place de la Concorde. Pierro is making preparations to build and arm a barricade near the Palais-Royal. Just as a precaution, you understand. The only question that remains is, are you ready? : Absolutely. Bring on the revolution, I say!: That's the spirit.  Falcon and Beaumort arrive at the Place de la Concorde. The air is thick with the chants, shouts, and cheers of hundreds of protesters. A line of mounted soldiers stand shoulder to shoulder outside the entrance of Tuileries.  : The desire for revolution runs deep in the city. : Then we can all storm the building and drag that cocky king out his chair.: There's been a change of plan. We're still going to protest. But we're going to do it peacefully. No firing from behind barricades. No violence. No capturing the king or prime minister.: Madame? Are you feeling alright?: Quite alright, thank you.: But what of your desire for a better France? You cannot achieve that without bloodshed.: We can certainly try. Falcon convinced me.: Falcon? : ... I see. So that's how it is.: Excuse me, madame.: I think the friar disapproves of the new strategy.: He probably thinks I've gone soft... and maybe I have. But I'm not deviating from this path. Even if each and every rebel leaves my side.: Don't worry, madam. You aren't alone. Wolves  : Ugh... this stupid bullet wound.  : What's the news, brother? Is everything in place?: We have a problem. The mademoiselle refuses to use violence. She's turned timid.: Turned timid? How?: It appears that the lawyer, Falcon, is something of a lion tamer.: Jayjay Falcon? That bird is proving to be more trouble than the rooster, I swear...: Brother, listen. If there is no violence, then there will be no power gap. One leader will just peacefully replace another. We need chaos for our plan to work.: Guess we'll have to follow through with our contingency strategy. I'll find the victim. You find the suspect. : Look at those scum. Foul vermin, the lot of them. : They lust for violence.: They don't look too violent to me.: Trust me. This is just how the crowd looked before the July Revolution.: It only takes one crazed individual, and the entire crowd will explode into a frenzy. 12: No time for pleasantries, Inspector. You're needed urgently on the Place de la Concorde.: Me? Why not ask one of the officers on active guard duty?: There's no time to explain. Any minute now- Ah! Do you hear that gunshot? It's already begun! : Inspector, I really don't think you should be trusting this friar. Has a two-faced wolf.: Frere Remus has provided me with reliable information in the past. I trust his judgment.: But Inspector-: This isn’t up for discussion, Sparrowson. I have a duty to uphold.: Stay put. I'll be back in no time at all: But... but... What should I do now? ... : It was nearby too.: So the friar was right. Violence really is an inevitability...: We haven’t reached that stage yet, madame: I can't afford to take chances. Not now. Pierro. March the crowd to the Palais-Royal and construct the barricade.: Yes, ma'am.: Fontaine. Falcon. We’re going to find the source of this disturbance. : I'm moving as fast as these old legs will- Mon Dieu! A body... : I think the gunshot came from over here- : Falcon?! Well, well. I should have known that the Virdian Killer would have had a part in this.: Inspector, I'm not- : Madame, thank goodness you're here! I saw the whole thing. This poor, innocent mademoiselle was approaching the police line with her hands in the air. When all of a sudden, this brute of a police inspector yelled, “get back you filthy rebel!” He drew his gun, and shot the bird point-blank through her heart.: What is this nonsense? What are you prattling on about, friar?: Thank you for your input, Remus. It hardly surprises me that a member of the police would be the one to cast the first stone.: I think were all being a little rash. Let's just take a breath, examine the situation, and- : You wear an eye-patch. You only have one eye, Inspector.: How observant. : Tell me, were you the policeman who killed the rat at Les Halles too?: Les Halles? What are you talking about? : Two incidents of a one-eyed policeman gunning down an innocent victim. There is no way that that is a coincidence. What we have here is a filthy, corrupt individual who takes pleasure in oppressing the common citizen. Am I right, Inspector?: ... I really shouldn't be surprised that a stupid rebel makes stupid assumptions and comes to stupid conclusions. But open your damned eyes, mademoiselle. I’m not the assailant here. : Don't call me mademoiselle. Or stupid, for that matter. Your guilt is plain to see. Given the circumstances, I ought to judge and execute you right here and now..: Falcon! Don’t just stand there, gawking. Vouch for me! : Madame, I know this man. His name is Inspector Volerti. He is ruthlessly law-abiding. So much so, that I cant envision him shooting a man without just cause.: Oh, shut up, Falcon. I’m done with your idealism. I listened to you. I took your words to heart about avoiding violence. And now a girl is dead.: Well, I’m done taking chances. Remus. Help me escort this invalid to Pierro’s barricade. I'll decide his fate there. : Come along, Inspector.: Fontaine. Falcon. Deal with the corpse. Meet us at the barricade when you’re done.: There’s... there’s no way that this was the work of the police. : An isolated gunshot? This far away from the police line? It doesn't make any sense at all. But that's rebellions for you. They're messy affairs. Sometimes innocents get caught in the crossfire, and there's no reason for it: ...: Well, there's no use dawdling. Help me get the corpse off the streets.: Not yet. I'm going to examine the body first.: Examine the body?: We agree that this wasn't the work of Inspector Volerti, right? Then there might be some clues on the corpse that point towards what happened.: An impromptu coroner's examination, eh? Fine. You have two minutes. After that, were heading to the barricade, whether you're done here or not.  : It's a longshot... but maybe this girl is faking her injury. Just for the sake of thoroughness, I really ought to check for a pulse. : Right. .... No. Nothing. : Everyone's been so fixated on who did this that nobody's stopped to ask who this girl was (sic, missing coma).: I don't know, monsieur. Given her clothes, she's probably just another working girl.: “Just another”?: I didn't mean to sound glib, but its true. This is one mademoiselle among the thousands who live in Paris. Who was she? Where did she work? Will her family miss her? I don't know. But in the long run, I don't think anybody will care.: I care. I can't afford not to. I don't know who this mademoiselle was, but I'm going to see to it that justice is brought about for her death. : What's this mark? It almost looks like... : Probably the mademoiselle's.: One fun possible deviation from the PW format would be NOT HAVING EVERYONE ACT LIKE A DROOLING IMBECILES ALL THE TIME. You can just have characters besides the protagonist state "yeah, there's no way the victim could have put her hand there". Jayjay would have the chance to shine his unique intelligence at some other point.: I don't think so. It's the handprint of a left hand on the girl's left shoulder. There’s no way a person could comfortably reach that spot on their own back.: I suppose so. But if the handprint doesn't belong to the girl, then who does it belong to?: The murderer. It has to be. The question on my mind is, why is the handprint made in blood? Did the murderer sully their hand on the girl's gunshot wound? Or were they injured prior to the shooting? There’s so much to uncover here, and no time for a thorough investigation.{[Bloody handprint]} has been added to your evidence folder.  : This is the bullet wound, right? What can you tell me about it, Fontaine?: Well, it looks like the bullet took a fairly straight angle of entry through the mademoiselle's back. The shooter was probably standing right behind the victim.: What's the bullet size? You know, its caliber?: Let me guess. You're hoping that the caliber of the bullet is different to the caliber of the Inspector's gun. That would conveniently get that one-eyed police officer off the hook, wouldn't it? But I’m afraid I can’t help you. I couldn't possibly know a bullet's caliber without having a good look at the bullet itself.: So... you need to see the bullet itself... : Help me retrieve the bullet, Fontaine.: “Retrieve?” You mean, dig it out.: I assume you have a little more experience in this area than I do.: Well, you’re not wrong there. Fine. This will only take a moment.: ...: Here you go. One used bullet.  : Why's that?: The bullet fragmented upon impact, monsieur. I gathered all the pieces, but I cannot assess its diameter with any accuracy. Still, I would guess that it was... thirteen to seventeen millimeters. Sorry I can't be more specific. : That’s an enormous help. Thank you, monsieur.{[Fragmented bullet]} has been added to your evidence folder.  : Very good. Let's move this body off the street. Then, we must hurry to the Palais-Royal.: ... Rest in peace, mademoiselle. I'll see to it that justice is done.: Heh. Everything's going just as planned.Tchaikovsky - Marche Slave  : Excuse me, monsieur!: What do you want? I’m busy.: Don't you recognize me, monsieur? I know that my disguises are a little more complex than yours, but I assumed you would recognize Prince Juan when you saw him. : Prince Juan?!: Indeed. And you're Judge Romulus, the corrupt wolf. I know what you did. You tried to assassinate the king. You shot the Croc-Monsieur. And just moments ago, I saw you murder a maiden at the Place de la Concorde. You truly are a vile individual, aren't you?: Yeah, yeah, yeah. As if you have any proof for any of that stuff. I'm outta here. : ...: On any other day, would gut you where you stand, fox. But as it happens, I’m a little busy today.: Oh? The Viridian Killer is too busy to kill me? Is that the truth, or is that bullet wound of yours starting to affect your prowess? You must have lost an awful lot of blood.: What do I do... What do I do... : Hello, Monsieur Vulpes.: Ah, Monsieur Sparrowson. Perfect timing.: Who now?: Oh. You’re that fledgling.: I guess this is what they call being stuck between a rock and a hard place, huh?: Monsieur Sparrowson, be a dear, and help me restrain the Viridian Killer.: This guy?! He's the Viridian Killer?! He looks more like Judge Romulus to me.: Well, you would be right about that too. : OWW! Mind the wound! : Very nice take down, Monsieur Sparrowson. You may want to check his pockets for weapons. He is something of a notorious killer, after all.: Of course. Let's see what we've got here... : A pistol. Probably the one used to kill the maiden, I suspect. What else can you find, Monsieur Sparrowson? : ... Oh no. This is bad. Very bad indeed.: I don't get it. What's wrong with an eyepatch?: There's no time to explain. Mousey!: What is it, Monsieur Vulpes? What is it? : Tell him that this belongs to Remus's brother. Hurry now.: Right away, Monsieur Vulpes! Right away!: I must go too. I need to find the other half of the Viridian Killer pair before something terrible happens.: Wait, Monsieur Vulpes! What am I supposed to do with this guy? : ... What a strange day.
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PMush Perfect posted:That's as good a choice as any. Les Halles.
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Another historical note: "Zimbabwe" is anachronistic. Prior to 1895 it would most likely be referred to as Zambezia, which referred to the territory covered by the modern states of Zambia and Zimbabwe.
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Yeah, let's get that flower girl
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The investigation time limit is a pretty neat mechanic. You have to decide for yourself what the red herrings are.
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Glazius posted:The investigation time limit is a pretty neat mechanic. You have to decide for yourself what the red herrings are. 
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Outside the Palais-Royal, the rebels have constructed a makeshift barricade out of furniture, branches, rocks, and anything else they can find. From behind the wall, the rebels taunt the police and royal guards with chants, (sic for the comma)   : I will see each and every one of you hanged for your flagrant disregard of the law!: Your stubborn attitude is disgusting. A few days ago, you were seen at Les Halles. Witnesses saw you murder a beggar in cold blood. Today, a friar has testified to seeing you murder a girl, again completely unprovoked. I don't know why you continue to plead your innocence... : Madame Beaumort, stop! The Inspector didn't shoot that mademoiselle.: Keep your beak closed, Falcon. I’m done listening to your suggestions. This policeman is as guilty as every other monster in our decrepit justice system. It's my duty to execute him.: Madame, Falcon has uncovered some pretty convincing evidence. I would recommend that you hear him out.  : Five minutes is precious in a time like this. I can't afford it.: What if you’re wrong? Are you willing to see another dead innocent?: ... : Thank you, madame.: Having my life saved by the Viridian Killer... : How humiliating.: Quiet, pig. Your life is mine until I say otherwise.: Okay. So, first of all, let's recap on what Frére Remus had to say...: Wait, where is that friar? He’s a key witness to this crime. : Business?: Man oh man. Those barricades are looking pretty scary. But I mustn't fear. For I am a brave duck! : Ah! You scared me, monsieur... uh... monk?: Friar, actually. Frére Remus. Listen, officer. I have something of great importance to tell you. I was just passing by the rebel camp, and I overheard a conversation.: Oh? This sounds good. Do go on.: They said they were going to launch an assault very soon. And when they do, they're going to rain hellfire on the palace.: O-oh no! It's just as I feared. Waddle we do?!: Its simple, officer. As soon as you hear the first gunshot, you need to retaliate. Hit them with everything you've got. Every cannon, every rifle, every piece of artillery. Don't leave a single piece of the barricade remaining. That is the only way you can be sure to survive.: Ah! Total annihilation. I like it. But friar, I’m confused. Aren't you a Christian?: Yes. So what?: I don't know. It's just that your idea doesn't seem very... Christiany.: Ah I see. You think this is a moral issue. Let me tell you a secret, my dearest duck friend. There is no God. No overarching morality or higher plan. No heaven to save the righteous or hell to punish the sinners. : Th-that's an awful lot to take in.: Then let me simplify. It's you or them.: It’s... me or them...: Forget about the friar, Falcon. We all remember what he had to say. Present your case based on what you can recall.Trial Opening : Okay. I will.: But you may want to wipe that mouse off your shoulder first.: Sorry, wipe what? Oh, it’s you, Mousey. : Um, thank you, Mousey. What is this?: An eyepatch! It was found in Remus's brother's clothing! : Where is Romulus?: There's no time, monsieur! Just take it, take it!{[Eyepatch]} has been added to your evidence folder. : I have to run, monsieur. But you have to do your best! Monsieur Vulpes and Sparrowson believe in you!: Sparrowson! You’ve seen Sparrowson? How is he?: There's no time, monsieur! Good luck!: Are you quite done, Falcon?: Very much so. Let's begin this... “trial”. Trial Turnabout : Okay... so let's remember what the friar said... : Let's talk about the victim. What was her name?: We don’t know. Nobody knows. Just one more nameless girl stamped out under the boot of tyranny.: That’s tragic.: Very much so. And I want to see a world where it never happens again. : Isn't it possible that the girl was acting threatening, and that she was killed in self-defense?: Don't blame the victim, Falcon. It's tasteless.: But we must consider-: Falcon, I don't think there is any scenario you can conjure that justifies an armed policeman gunning down an unarmed girl. I strongly advise you to choose another topic. : The friar said that the girl was approaching the police line at the time of the shooting. We should be asking why the girl would do such a thing. It doesn't make any sense.: Perhaps she wanted to hurl insults at the police. Perhaps she just wanted directions. I have no idea what her intentions were, but in any case, her death was the outcome. That's what we must focus on. : Now, as I recall the main police line was at the entrance to Tuileries in the Place de la Concorde. That's around where we were waiting. But this incident didn't occur there. It was a good fifty, maybe one hundred meters away.: So what?: So what? It’s a severe discrepancy in the friar’s account of events.: Maybe there was a police line there, but it moved. Maybe the friar was mistaken, and it was just a single officer. Does it really matter? : Frere Remus claims that the Inspector drew his gun. Tell me, madame, did you even find a weapon on the Inspector at the time of his arrest? : Oh. I see. But is it possible that that gun was planted?: That's a standard-issue percussion lock Chatellerault Gendarmerie pistol. That's exactly the type of gun I would expect a policeman to carry. Sorry, Falcon.: Madame, what caliber is the Inspector's weapon?: What caliber? I don't have the faintest-: Fifteen millimeters. That’s the standard caliber for a Gendarmerie pistol.: And what caliber was the bullet found in the mademoiselle? : I'm afraid that's the most accurate measurement I can make, given the circumstances.: If the bullet were seventeen millimeters in diameter, then it wouldn't fit in the Inspector's fifteen millimeter gun. That would immediately free the Inspector of all guilt!: It certainly would... if the bullet were seventeen millimeters. But Fontaine just said that the bullet was “between thirteen and seventeen millimeters”. That's quite a large range.: But if it were seventeen-: If it were thirteen or fifteen, then the Inspector's guilt would only be confirmed further. You’re holding onto the shred of hope that the bullet is actually seventeen millimeters, but you lack any real evidence. Let's move this along. : Frére Remus claimed that the girl was shot pointblank in the chest. Was there really only one shot fired? I'm surprised that the incident didn't spark a full-on firefight.: Falcon, you were as close to the incident as I was. How many gunshots did you hear?: One.: Well then. : The girl was clearly shot in the back.: I know. I remember seeing the bullet wound for myself.: But that's quite a glaring inaccuracy in the wolf's testimony.: It is an inaccuracy. But it is an irrelevant inaccuracy. Does it really matter if the girl was shot in the front or the back? Either way, a girl died at this pig’s hands. : It does matter. If the girl were shot from the front, then this might indicate a police confrontation turned ugly. But if she were shot in the back, then what? This could indicate that someone targeted and assassinated her before she could even react. : That doesn’t paint the Inspector in a particularly flattering light, Falcon.: Madame, you’re missing the point. A shot to the back breaks the currently established narrative. The girl was targeted and murdered in a stealthy, professional attack. Therefore, this was not an ordinary police confrontation. : You've made an assumption, Falcon. You’ve assumed that, just because the girl was shot in the back, she must have been stealthily killed. There are other possibilities. Perhaps the girl was scared by the police, started running away, and was shot in the back as she fled. : That scenario isn't possible. If the girl were running away, then she would have been at least a couple of steps away from the killer at the time of the shooting, right?: Right.: But I know that the killer was standing right behind the victim. They were less than one meter apart when the gun was fired.: They were standing that close? How could you possibly know that, Falcon? : Well, I assume any bloody stain would belong to the victim. A mark made with the girls dying breath, perhaps.: No. It was the print of a left hand on the girl's left shoulder, near her upper back. The angle and positioning of the print indicate that it could only have been caused by another person.  : I see. That's quite a theory. But Falcon, you've left an important question unanswered: why was the hand-print bloody? The print was made with the victim's blood, yes? So it can't possibly have been made prior to the shooting. And if that's the case, then my suggested scenario is still possible: the girl may have been running from the police when she was shot.: No... I'm... still trying to work out the details. But l know that the print was made prior to the shooting. Maybe the shooter was injured and his hand was already covered in blood?: Tsk. You talked big about “breaking the established narrative”, and now you present me with that baseless drivel. Well... Where do we go from here? How does this handprint nonsense really affect the situation?: ...: Heh.: Do you find something funny about this situation, Inspector?: I do. This whole “trial” is patently absurd. It's an animal court through and through.: But there was something particularly funny about that last exchange.: You were both so focused on when and how this handprint was made that you missed the larger issue. : Oh. Right. Of course.: ...: Well, madame? What do you say to that?: ...: ... Maybe... the handprint came from an accomplice... or maybe it had nothing to do with the incident... or...: It feels good to see someone else speculating wildly, for a change.: Okay. Fine. I don’t have a solid explanation. I must concede that it's possible - maybe even likely - that the person who left that mark was the murderer. Therefore, as much as it pains me to say it... I must concede that the Inspector probably did not shoot the girl.: So, that's it! The Inspector is off the hook! : What incident is this?I know nothing about it.: Ha! As if you don’t know. A beggar rat was shot and killed in Les Halles a few days ago. The attacker was described as a scowling police officer who wore an eyepatch. Sound familiar to you?: ...: Go on, Falcon. Explain the pig out of this one.: Until five minutes ago, I was at a loss. But I was recently presented with a piece of evidence that makes the answer all too clear: this was a false flag operation.: False flag? Explain yourself, Falcon. Trial Turnabout 2 : Madame, what do you know about Remus's twin brother, the man known as Romulus?: Not much. Only that he was forced to flee the country by our oppressive government around a month ago.: That's a half-truth, madame. You see, it is correct that Romulus is being hunted by the police. But I've had the suspicion that the wolf was lurking in Paris itself... although,I never managed to find definitive proof of this. Anyway, it turns out that my suspicion was well-founded. He was recently apprehended... I think...: You think?: I don't know the details. But it doesn’t matter. : An eyepatch...: Romulus has perfect vision. Why would he need something like this? There is only one plausible explanation. It is part of a disguise. Something to conceal his identity and make him appear as someone else.: A disguise... you’re saying that Romulus shot the beggar rat... just to frame this police Inspector?: Exactly, madame. Its no coincidence that Frere Remus happened to find the very same Inspector just as another murder occurred today.: So... Remus was in on it too. Two wolves, working together to make this policeman look like a murderer. ... But... why? Why would they do that?: To rile you up, madame. To make you lust for violence. And if your actions today are anything to go by, I would say that they succeeded.: ... drat. I've been so stupid. How did I let myself get so misled by a couple of wolves?: This trial is over. Go, Inspector. You’re free.: It's about time.Juste Volerti  : Of course. It would be criminal to confine an innocent man any longer than necessary. Even if the man is a bitter, stubborn pig.: Falcon!: Y-yes?: I don't understand you. You're stupid. You're reckless. But you fought beak and talon for my freedom.: I’m starting to suspect that you really aren’t the Viridian Killer at all.: It certainly took a long time to pass that fact through your thick skull. Inspector, if you’re still hunting that villain, maybe you should speak with Renard Vulpes. When this is all over, I mean. I hear he’s been doing some research into the Viridian Killer. Maybe he knows something.: Maybe I will.: Madame. It appears that your gang of rebel filth don’t intend on assaulting the palace any time soon.: I’ll relay that information to the artillerymen. Maybe we can keep a peaceful stand-off going until this blows over.: Thank you. I appreciate that.: All of you. Stay out of trouble. : We're going to continue our protest. Peacefully. We’re going to stand here, chanting and shouting until the prime minister and the king both step down out of sheer humiliation. It might take days. Weeks. But if we manage to change this country without one more person being harmed, then- Wolves : Madame, I just saw the police Inspector strolling out of here, unharmed. Why did you let him go?: That’s simple, Remus. We all had a discussion... : O-oh?: How many lies have you fed me, friar? Just how much damage have you done to further your own goals? Did you help your brother kill the beggar rat in Les Halles? Did you watch the girl die by the Place de la Concorde? Now that I think about it, even the Croc-Monsieur's death was surrounded by details that made little sense. I don't know what to think anymore.: You know that this guy’s a scumbag, at least, madam. I say, shoot 'im!: Pierro's right. We won't judge you for killing this man, madame.: It's the least I deserve for my sins. Go ahead, madame.: ...: What are you waiting for? Pull the trigger! Do it!: ... Falcon. You have proven yourself as having clear judgment. What do you say? : Madame, you know what the right thing to do is. Show us what kind of leader you wish to be.: ... You’re right. : ... Wow. This is amazing. Completely unprecedented. You've buckled all of my expectations, avoided every temptation, and opted for an option that shouldn’t even exist. Well done, madame. Well done, Falcon. You have demonstrated the power of pacifism in its purist form. But unfortunately for both of you... : Everyone, get down!: ... Suicide... : Shootin’ himself in the head? What a loony.: Hardly a surprise that the wolf would be too cowardly to face a real punishment.: ... This isn’t right...: It's not the solution I wanted either, Falcon. But I can't say I'll mourn the friar's death.: No. That’s not what I meant. I meant that it doesn't make sense for him to kill himself so abruptly. And that comment of his...it was almost like... : I think we need to get out of here. All of us. Right now.: You’re right.Aviary Attorney - Ending 4C (Watch this) : Ah! That was a gunshot! Really close too... I... I can't afford to hesitate! It's me or them! : No way! I... I can't afford to take chances. It's me or them!Aviary Attorney - February Revolution (Liszt - Totentanz)         : ... Can anyone hear me? : Hello? Anyone? ....: I'm here,madame.: ...Falcon? Heh. Of all the people. I think...I made a mistake, Falcon.: ...: Where did I go wrong? Was it when I pulled the trigger just now? Or was it earlier, when I shot that prosecutor? : ...I've made a lot of mistakes.: We've all made mistakes, madame.: Most people's mistakes don't spark bloody revolutions.: ... Can you move, madame?: ...: ...   : Dear Monsieur Vulpes, I am writing to you from the Demiaou Railway Express. Modern technology truly is amazing! : The king fleeing to Britain? The Second Republic taking over? It's all crazy stuff. Anyway, before I left, you asked if I knew what happened to Falcon. Well, I got my hands on a copy of the official police report, and it says that Falcon died during the attack on the barricade. But it also says that the police didn't find a body, same as Léonie Beaumort. Weird, huh? Rumor is that he was probably blown away by cannon fire, but that doesn't sound right to me. : So, in my opinion, he's still out there. It's possible, isn't it? Anyway, I should wrap this letter up because I'm about to reach my stop: Vienna. I'll let you know how Mademoiselle Cygne and her parents are doing. Maybe you should come pay a visit sometime?  End Credits : What is it? : P.P.S. Delicious. That’s what.
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I played enough Ace Attorney to know you always press further.
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Ease off, we are gentlebirds after all.
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No way are we not chasing down the only lead we have left. Press her like we're making coffee.
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