Gotham Memoirs: 2-4 Midnight Mystery

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The righteous union chairman is not what he seems, and I find out what's really going on when I sneak into the factory at night. Oh no, I've been discovered!

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Dialogue Choices

But I don't know him that well. Wouldn't it just complicate things?

• Call out to Nino
  • Obtain ending "A Reckless End"
• Stay silent
  • Move to next choice

I came here to...

• Tell the truth
  • Obtain ending "Foolish Honesty"
• Lie
  • Unlock 2-5 Choices

Transcript

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• Today, I will sneak into the factory to search for clues.
• Even though I've heard much about the factory from Mrs. Ivanova, I'm still a little anxious.
• You: Sigh! I hope everything runs smoothly tonight.

• You: Let me change into something light and set off!

• It is already midnight. The streets near the factory are especially quiet.
• There's no one guarding the back door, but the large and heavy steel gate is firmly shut.
• You: Looks like I will have to climb over it.

• You: (Ouch!)

• I rub my sore butt and fumble a map from my pocket.
• You: Okay, parking lot first.

• There's a disquieting stillness in the air, as if danger's just lurking round a corner. Anxious, I run as fast as I can to the parking lot.

• The parking lot is quiet as it is already midnight.
• You: Hmmm... So few cars here. This should be easy.

• You: Is this the one? I'm in luck!

• I put my face close to the window, and peer inside the vehicle, determined to find out more about its owner.
• You: Nothing... What should I do? Wait till tomorrow?

• Suddenly, the rumbling of a car engine nearby rouses me from my musings.
• You: Someone's here?

• I crouch down behind the car. A minivan approaches and stops nearby.
• Several men emerge from the factory and walk towards the van. Looks like they're about to have some kind of meeting.

• A few men alight from the van and are greeted by those from the factory.

• ???: Right on the dot, Mr. Ricci.

• ???: Punctuality is a virtue, Mr. Rossi.

• You: (Mr. Ricci? Mr. Puzo's subordinate? Why is he here?)

• Mr. Ricci looks stern and cold, a far cry from what I remember about him. He was friendly and warm...
• Although there's a mysterious air about Mr. Puzo, I always thought he was nothing more than an ordinary businessman.
• You: (To send his underlings out for clandestine meetings like this... Something's not right.)

• Nino Ricci: Where is it?

• The man facing Mr. Ricci waves his hand, and his men remove the cloth covering the goods beside him.
• Rio Rossi: It's all here. Sixty barrels of good stuff. As discussed with Puzo.

• Nino Ricci: I don't have time to inspect the goods. Can I trust you?

• Rio Rossi: Enough dwelling on my past. It's been a long time since I stopped working for Frankie.

• Nino Ricci: Looks like you're living a good life now, Mr. Rossi.

• Rio Rossi: Please. I've merely started a new chapter of my life.

• Nino Ricci: How nicely put.

• Ricci gives an order and his men start moving the barrels.
• You: (A late night transaction with no one else around... What's in those barrels?)

• You: (They look heavy. Could it be alcohol?)

• You: (After all, it is the era of prohibition. That must be why they're being so shady about this.)

• Nino Ricci: The money's in the case. Don't lose it now.

• Ricci hands a black suitcase to Rossi, and turns back to the van. It looks like he'll leave as soon as the goods are all loaded up.
• Rossi takes the case and hesitates, then whispers to one of his subordinates.
• At that moment, Rossi and his men glance in my direction!
• You: (Oh no! Have they spotted me?)

• Unfortunately, it all plays out exactly as I feared.
• Rossi's men walk straight towards me. They're too close... There's nowhere for me to run.
• I curl up in a ball, hoping that I won't be discovered.
• I squat down and plaster myself against the car. I'm drenched in cold sweat, and my clothes are starting to stick to my skin.
• As the footsteps come closer, my heartbeat quickens...
• ???: Boss! There's someone here!

• You: (Oh no! They've found me...)

• The man holds me at gunpoint and brings me to Rossi.
• Rossi stares at me coldly, as though he's looking at a dead person.
• You: (Well, I did crash his illicit deal... Will he even let me go?)

• I think about all those movie characters that are silenced because they've seen too much and shudder.
• Rio Rossi: You a worker? What are you still doing here?

• You: I... I didn't mean to, but I fell asleep in the factory. I just woke up...

• Rio Rossi: The factory? We had people clear it out after work was done--

• Nino Ricci: What's wrong, Rossi?

• Ricci has heard the commotion, but hasn't seen my face, as my back is towards him...
• You: (What do I do? If I call out to him, will he help me?)

• You: (But I don't know him that well. Wouldn't it just complicate things?)

Call out to Nino

• I steel myself and turn towards Nino.
• You: Mr. Ricci! Remember me? I need your help!

• Nino Ricci: You... you're...

• Rio Rossi: One of your crew, Nino?

• Nino Ricci: I... No. I don't know her.

• Rio Rossi: Really? You certainly look like you do.

• Rio Rossi: Get out.

• Ricci glances over at me as he alights.
• Nino Ricci: Rossi, come on. I said I don't know her.

• Rio Rossi: Really?

• Rossi's men pull out their guns and point them at Ricci.
• Nino Ricci: Rossi! You dare?

• Ricci and his men brandish their guns, pointing them directly at Rossi.
• Rio Rossi: You put a spy in my midst, Mr. Ricci. How kind of you.

• Nino Ricci: What's the use of talking when you're all set to shoot me?

• Three days later, in the streets of New York

• Newsboy: Extra, extra! Get yer Sun News, Mandarin Daily!

• Young Man: Give me a copy of the Mandarin Daily!

• Newsboy: Gotcha! We've got some big news today!

• Newspaper: There was a gang war at Wellmer Medical's factory! 7 men and 1 lady were found dead!

• Be careful, but not timid. Be kind, but not weak. Be decisive, but not rash.
• (When you can't tell friend from foe, it's best to stay silent and see how things play out.)
• Obtained Ending

Stay silent

• I mull it over... It'd be best not to talk to Ricci.
• Rio Rossi: It's nothing. Just a factory worker who forgot to go home.

• Nino Ricci: Now I'm curious. How will the great Mr. Rossi deal with her?

• Rio Rossi: None of your business. Take the goods and leave.

• Nino Ricci: Sure. See ya.

• Middle-Aged Man: What do we do with her, boss?

• Rossi's gaze is calm. But I'm sure he's not planning anything good.
• Rio Rossi: I don't know how long you've been watching, but we'e got to take precautions...

• Rio Rossi: You guys settle it. Make it clean, y'hear.

• You: You... you're going to kill me?

• The man who caught me grabs me arms and begins to drag me away.
• You: No! You can't do this! This is illegal!

• You: Let go of me!

• Rossi, however, stays completely unfazed.
• Rio Rossi: Save your efforts. The law won't protect a little factory worker like you.

• You: (What can I do? I've got to do something...)

• An idea forms in my head. But if it fails, it could be disastrous.
• But there's no time to hesitate.
• You: I'm not a worker! I'm a reporter!

• You: If you kill me, all of New York will know what you've done!

• Rio Rossi: What a bald-faced lie. The things people will say in desperation.

• You: I'm Elizabeth Colvin, a reporter at Gotham Times! It's the truth!

• You: I... I have an appointment with Prosecutor Diane Boseman too!

• You: She won't just stand by if I'm found dead!

• Rossi begins to look quite concerned as I reveal all these details.
• Rio Rossi: Tell me then, if you're a reporter, what are you doing here?

• You: Trust me, why I'm here has nothing to do with what you were just doing.

• Rio Rossi: And why should I believe you?

• You: You can kill me if you like. But you'll be finished.

• You: Why don't we strike up a deal?

• You: Let me go, and I won't tell anyone what happened tonight.

• Rio Rossi: I'll consider it. But I need to know why you're here.

• You: (Should I tell him the truth? Or make up a believable lie?)

• You: I came here to...

Tell the truth

• You: I'm here to find a car.

• Rio Rossi: Oh? And what do you want with a car?

• I grit my teeth. I have to earn his trust... so I tell him all about the person who stole Jessica's possessions.
• You: Please trust me. I'm just trying to find out where my friend's stuff went.

• Rio Rossi: Is that so... I understand now.

• Rio Rossi: We have a deal, Miss Colvin. Remember to keep up your end of the bargain.

• That was fast. I can't quite believe this...
• But he did do what I asked, and bade two of his men to escort me off the premises.

• You: I can't believe I persuaded him.

• You: That went better than I hoped.

• I may not have found out who owns that car today, but the investigation doesn't end here. After all, I'm still alive.
• With that thought, I head back home.
• But I fail to notice that the two men are still following me...

• Three days later, in the streets of New York

• Newsboy: Extra, extra! Get yer Sun News, Mandarin Daily!

• Young Man: Give me a copy of the Mandarin Daily!

• Newsboy: Gotcha! We've got some big news today!

• Newspaper: A lady reporter was found dead on the streets! She was killed in the middle of the night!

• Honesty is not always the best policy. Beware of it working against you.
• (If you can't tell when a situation is in your favor, it's best not to reveal your secrets. Make up a reason to convince Rossi.)
• Obtained ending

Lie

• You: I recall what the owner of Moon Cafe said...

• You: Wow, 12 hours... Isn't the usual work shift 8 hours?

• Diner Owner: Hmph, the workers are not happy about it but they have no choice.

• Diner Owner: They often organise protests but the factory won't budge.

• You: Well... I got a tip that this factory is exploiting their workers!

• You: I came here to find evidence.

• Rio Rossi: Exploiting workers? Evidence?

• You: It's not like I can investigate any further now...

• You: All I want is to stay alive. As long as you let me go, I'll keep my word.

• Rossi lapses into deep thought after hearing my answer. He doesn't say anything for a long time.
• Rio Rossi: All right, reporter. We have a deal.

• He agreed? It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I nearly collapse in relief.
• Rio Rossi: Miss Colvin. Do you need my help in getting up?

• You: I'm fine. Can I go now?

• Rio Rossi: I'll send you off personally. Won't want you running astray, would we?

• Rossi gets into a car... Its plate number is 20L310!
• (This... is HIS car?)
• Rio Rossi: What's the matter, Miss Colvin?

• You: I... I'm fine.

• It feels like I'm treading on thin ice here. If Rossi owns this car... That means he's the one who took Jessica's possessions, right?
• I think about his secret deal with Ricci and how he coldly ordered his men to kill me... What other secrets is he hiding?
• Countless questions swirl in my mind, but I can't let any hint of my suspicions show on my face.

• Rio Rossi: Miss Colvin. Are you interested in my car?

• You: It's nothing. I just think it's a really nice car.

• Rio Rossi: Well then, thank you for that compliment.

• Rossi lets me alight along a main street.
• Rio Rossi: Remember what you promised, Miss Colvin, or else...

• You: I will.

• Will he really trust me? I think about the cold gaze he gave me as he left...
• You: At least he didn't realize that I know he's the owner of the car I've been looking for.

• The reasons behind Jessica's death seem to be far more complicated than I expected. I still haven't uncovered the truth, and nearly got myself killed... I guess I'll have to take things one step at a time.