Gotham Memoirs: 1-9 Unexpected Chaos

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The interview with Daisy doesn't go well. Worse still, I encounter a gunfight on the way back. Fortunately, I run into...

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• Style: No dress up component
• Event Logs: Projection Booth, The Spring Cleaning is Done
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Dialogue Choices

Nino Ricci: It's dangerous. Why don't you come with us?

• Go With Them
  • Vittorio’s Goodwill will rise
  • Allows you to unlock 2-10 Disclosure
• Do Not Go With Them
  • Davis' Goodwill will rise
  • Allows you to unlock 2-10 Disclosure

Transcript

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• You: (I didn't expect the theater's layout to be this complex...)

• You: What's over there?

• Edmund Davis: That's the projection booth, where the staff operate the machinery to show the films.

• You: What do they do?

• Edmund Davis: They change the film reels and work the projector when the film is playing on screen.

• You: (I see. They have to manually crank the projector in this era. Interesting.)

• Edmund Davis: Daisy is inside that room. Go on, I'll wait here.

• Daisy: Who's there?

• You: Hello, Miss Collins. I'm Elizabeth Colvin, Edmund Davis' colleague.

• Daisy: Come in. Be quick with your questions. I have a dinner party to attend in thirty minutes.

• Daisy leans against a chair, lazily smoking a cigarette.
• I'm stunned by her style and beauty, despite her indifferent attitude towards me.
• Daisy: What are you standing there for? Let's start.

• You: All right, Miss Collins. Let's begin the interview.

• You: Could you tell us more about the plot of Morning Glory?

• Daisy: I play a rich lady who falls in love with a scoundrel in the movie.

• Daisy: He colludes with his lover and plans to murder me before our wedding, but I manage to see through his scheme.

• Daisy: As for what happens next, you'll have to watch the movie to find out.

• You: What do you think of your role?

• Daisy: She's an intelligent and decisive woman, but it's a pity...

• You: What's a pity?

• Daisy: A pity she was blinded by love and couldn't see the true nature of men.

• Daisy: I wouldn't fall into such a miserable state if I were her.

• You: Maybe we should stick to the film, Miss Collins...

• Daisy: Hmph. Do you think an article on the film alone will interest your readers?

• You: There are people interested in this film and talkies in general.

• Daisy: You shouldn't be interviewing me then. No one ever pays attention to my work.

• Daisy: They're only interested in my scandals...

• Not waiting for any response, her posture changes and she talks lightheartedly about all the men under her heel.
• My head hurts, but I have no choice but to go with the flow. I frantically scribble down all of Daisy's gossip.

• Daisy Collins wraps up the interview once the 30 minutes are up.

• I attempt to ask more questions about the movie while taking my time to pack up.
• But I give up when it becomes obvious she's not keen to answer.
• You: I'm worried about what I'm going to write. I can't possibly submit an article filled with celebrity gossip...

• Daisy: Oh yes, tell Edmund I need him for something.

• You: What do you need help with, Miss Collins?

• Daisy: Only Edmund can help. You won't be able to do anything.

• Daisy suddenly stands and looks me up and down.
• Daisy: Maybe you can help me with something...

• You: What is it?

• Daisy: Help me keep an eye on Edmund. Tell me if any woman tried to get close to him!

• She grabs my notebook and scribbles her phone number in it.
• Daisy: Go get Edmund now.

• I leave the room annoyed, but deliver Collins' message anyway.

• Edmund Davis: Oh, I know what she wants from me...

• Edmund Davis: Wait for me at the entrance. I'll send you home when I'm done.

• He enters Collins dressing room while I walk to the building entrance.

• Today's interview didn't go well.
• I don't even care about Davis and Daisy's relationship.
• You: (He's taking too long. I wanted to return to the office to sort this interview out.)

• Young Man: Someone’s shooting! Run!

• I'm too stunned to react. I've never been in a situation like this.
• I can't tell where the gunshots are coming from. There are too many screaming people.
• Everyone's frantically running in every direction. The panicking crowd stampedes.
• You: (It's dangerous outside. I'll hide in the theater…)

• You: Oh! Mr...

• Vittorio Puzo: Shh...

• My heart beats faster. I'm not sure if it's because of the dangerous situation... or the dangerous man.
• You: (Who are you, Vittorio Puzo?)

• You: Are you hiding, Mr. Puzo?

• He glances at me without a word.
• You: I... I know the perfect hiding place. No one will find you.

• You: I can take you there, but you need to let go of me first.

• Vittorio Puzo: Lead the way, Miss Colvin.

• You: (He remembers my name...)

• We edge our way to the projection booth. Fortunately, we're not spotted.
• You: (This is awkward. What should I do? Maybe I should say something.)

• You: That's the projector. Someone has to operate it so we can watch a film.

• You: The projectionist has to crank the machine throughout the film. Though we only have black-and-white films now...

• You: Once the technology that allows for colour films is invented, they won't have to manually crank the projector anymore.

• Vittorio Puzo: This is a critical situation, Miss Colvin. I'd appreciate it if you could pause your little lesson on film technology.

• Vittorio Puzo: I need to pay attention to what's happening.

• You: Sorry, I just wanted to make it less awkward. I'll stop now.

• You: (I'm supposed to be a reporter, but I can't even deal with a little awkwardness. How embarrassing!)

• It feels like a century has passed before Puzo finally speaks up again.
• Vittorio Puzo: I'm gonna check outside. Stay here, Miss Colvin.

• He leaves the room before I can reply, and returns after a few minutes.

• Vittorio Puzo: Seems to have calmed down, but it's probably not safe here. We should go.

• I follow him without a word. There are bullet holes in the walls.
• You: (If we hadn't hidden in the projection booth, these bullets might have been in us...)

• Despite the circumstances, I grab my notebook out of habit and start jotting down notes.
• Vittorio Puzo: I admire your professionalism, Miss Colvin.

• Vittorio Puzo: But your life is in danger. Shouldn't safety be your priority?

• You: I understand. Thank you, Mr. Puzo.

• Vittorio Puzo: I should be the one thanking you. You saved my life.

• Vittorio Puzo: I know it's your job, but you must understand. Some things are not meant to be reported.

• You: (What does he mean by that? Is he telling me not to write about what happened today?)

• Vittorio Puzo: If you want to keep reporting news, you must first stay alive.

• Vittorio Puzo: Here's my business card. Give me a call if you need any help.

• Nino Ricci: Boss, the spring cleaning is done.

• You: (Spring cleaning? That sounds strange.)

• Vittorio Puzo: Good. Let's go.

• Nino Ricci: Miss Colvin! Why are you with the boss?

• You: we... We just happened to run into each other.

• Nino Ricci: It's dangerous. Why don't you come with us?

Go With Them

• You: Sorry for the trouble.

• Vittorio Puzo: Send Miss Colvin home and get me afterwards.

• I follow Nino to the parking lot.
• Nino Ricci: I'm such an idiot... The car... Please come with me, Miss Colvin.

• You: Is there something wrong with the car?

• Nino Ricci: We only had time to prepare one car... everything happened to fast... The boss will have to wait until after I send you home.

• You: Your boss is in greater danger than I am. You should get him to safety.

• Nino Ricci: But the boss said...

• You: It's fine.Tell him I met a colleague and left with him.

• You: I'm serious. I came here with a colleague. I'll go look for him.

• Nino Ricci: Thank you for your understanding, Miss Colvin. Please stay safe.

Do Not Go With Them

• You: Thanks for the offer, but I'm supposed to meet my colleague at the entrance...

• Vittorio Puzo: Suit yourself, Miss Colvin. We'll take our leave.

• Vittorio Puzo: Stay safe. And remember my promise to you.

• You: Understood, Mr. Puzo. Goodbye.

• You: (Mr. Puzo may be curt, but I thought he was a businessman.)

• You: (But seeing how smoothly he handled that, this is probably not his first time dealing with this kind of situation.)

• You: (Would a real business man be a part of shootouts like this?)

• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth! Are you alright?

• You: I'm fine. What about you and Miss Collins?

• Edmund Davis: We're fine. Someone took Daisy away. One of her people.

• You: That's good. This should make for a good article.

• Edmund Davis: How are you so calm after be ing in the middle of a Mafia shootout? And thinking about work!

• You: (A Mafia shootout! That was totally different form the movies...)

• You: (That makes Mr. Puzo even more suspicious. Who is he?)

• Edmund Davis: I'll give you a lift home.

• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth? Hellooo?

• You: Oh, sorry! I was distracted...

• Edmund Davis: Oh, or maybe you don't feel like going home? I could take you to--

• You: No, thanks. I'm not in the mood to go to the office. I'd rather go home.

• Edmund Davis: You... Alright, get in. I'll send you home.

• Davis and I idly chat on the way home.
• But my mind keeps returning to Mr. Puzo and the shootout.
• I think about the last few times we met, and of everything that has happened.
• Would a normal person like me repeatedly encounter danger?