Gotham Memoirs: 3-1 Police Interrogation

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The appearance of the police catches Davis and me off guard, and we are hauled to the station for questioning. What should I tell them about Rossi's death?

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Dialogue Choices

Middle-Aged Cop: Why are you hesitating? It's just a simple question!

• Tell the Truth
  • No change
• Make something up
  • No change?

But if he really is against me doing this, it will only anger him more...

• Share Rossi's dying words with him
  • Obtain Taylor's files in chapter 4
• Keep them to yourself
  • Do not obtain Taylor's files

Transcript

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• Before we can recover from our shock, Davis and I find ourselves at the police station.
• The police place us in separate interrogation rooms.
• Young Cop: Sit tight. Someone will be here to take you statement shortly.

• The officer leaves abruptly.
• With just silence for company, I think about tonight's events.
• You: (I've been here on many occasions, but it's my first time as a suspect.)

• You: (Isn't it odd how the police showed up right after Rossi was killed?)

• You: (Did someone else notify the police? But we were the only one there...)

• A listless, middle-aged officer enters the room and sits across the table.
• He yawns and opens the file in his hands.
• Middle-Aged Cop: The deceased is...Rio Rossi, witness...Elizabeth Colvin?

• Muttering, he eyes my bloodstained clothes.
• Middle-Aged Cop: Strange. I thought you were a suspect...

• Middle-Aged Cop: *Cough... cough...* Why were you with Rio Rossi at the moment of his death?

• You: (Should I say I was following Rossi? It may be hard to explain why though...)

• Middle-Aged Cop: Why are you hesitating? It's just a simple question!

Tell the Truth

• You: I... I was tailing Rossi with a colleague.

• Middle-Aged Cop: Why's that?

• You: I'm a reporter with the Gotham Times. Rossi is closely linked to a story that I'm working on.

• You: After setting up a fake meeting with Rossi, I decided to follow him with a colleague to get more information.

• Middle-Aged Cop: Tsk tsk. You reporters will do anything just to get a story.

• Middle-Aged Cop: Did you spot the killer?

• You: ...No, we did not. We only heard gunshots when we were near the house.

• You: And then Rossi left the house alone and ran into an alley.

• You: We thought he might need help so we ran after him but all he wanted was the phone booth.

• You: He died after making the call... and that's when the police found us.

• After hearing my account, he glances at his file and furrows his brows.
• Middle-Aged Cop: Alright. Now tell me about the story you are working on.

• You: I... I don't think that's related to Rossi's death...

• Middle-Aged Cop: Your opinions don't matter here! I'll decide if it's related or not.

• You: (I can't reveal anything about Jessica yet! What should I do?)

• Middle-Aged Cop: Answer me! Does your investigation have something to do with Rossi's death?

Make Something Up

• You: (Maybe I can get some use out of Davis' terrible joke...)

• You: I was actually on a date with my colleague... We were on our way home.

• You: As we approached the phone booth, a man covered in blood stumbled out of it.

• You: He just keeled over when we asked if he needed any help.

• You: We called the ambulance... But it was too late.

• You: And that's when the police found us.

• Middle-Aged Cop: Are you certain that you have not met the deceased before?

• You: (Why is he asking about this... Does he know about my interactions with Rossi?)

• You: No. I am certain that I have not.

• Upon hearing my reply, the officer furrows his brows and gives me a stern look.
• Middle-Aged Cop: Are you sure about that? Down here, we have ways of getting you to tell the truth!

• He unholsters his baton and slams it on the table.
• Middle-Aged Cop: Now answer me! Or do you require more persuasion?!

• You: S-Stop... Don't get any closer! I--

• There's a sudden knocking on the door.
• The door swings open before my interrogator can get to it.
• Young Cop: The Chief wishes to speak to you, Miller.

• Officer Miller shoots me a look that tells me he will return to finish our 'discussion'.
• He leaves the interrogation room.
• You: (I'm safe, for now. I wouldn't have been able to answer his question...)

• Officer Miller returns to the room after about 10 minutes.
• I can't decide which is the bigger surprise. His smile, or that he is asking me to leave the room.
• I follow him out of the interrogation room even though I am unsure of what is going on.

• I see Davis chatting with a portly, middle-aged man at the corridor outside the room.
• If this weren't the police station, you might have mistaken them for old friends engaging in idle chatter.

• Edmund Davis: Ah Chief, let me introduce you. This is my colleague, Elizabeth Colvin.

• The man acknowledges me by cracking a playful smile.
• Police Chief: Nice to meet you, Miss Colvin. Mr. Davis has explained the situation about the murder to me.

• Police Chief: Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret.

• You: ...Keep what a secret?

• Edmund Davis: About how we were both at the scene of the murder. This was clearly just an act of gang violence.

• Police Chief: Indeed. How can someone of Mr. Davis' background be associated with a murder?

• Police Chief: It has been a long night. Don't worry about your statements. Go home and get some rest.

• You: (We can just go? Someone just died. And the station is this laidback about it?)

• Edmund Davis: We will be leaving then, thanks Chief.

• Despite my unease, I leave the station with Davis.
• You: (I'll get to the bottom of things later.)

• It is no longer raining, and the streets are a lot emptier this early in the morning.
• You: Davis. Why did the Police Chief--

• You: W-What's going on?

• ???: Mr. Davis! How are you linked to the deceased, Rossi?

• ???: Is she your girlfriend? Were the two of you at the scene of the murder?

• ???: As the owner of the Gotham Times, will you be reporting this in your papers, Mr. Davis?

• A few photographers corner us right at the exit of the police station.
• Edmund Davis: Oh dear, this is not the type of collaboration I had in mind...

• You: Did somebody tip them off? How do they know about this already?

• Edmund Davis: The police has always been a source of information for the press. It's also a good way for the officers to earn some money on the side.

• You: (The police of this era are way too lax.)

• You: Let's get out of here! They won't be able to stop us!

• The reporters notice our attempt, and form an even tighter circle around us.

• Edmund Davis: We're done for...

• We're wondering what to do when a familiar voice comes from behind us.
• Bob Wilson: You can't be crowding around here! This is a police station!

• Bob Wilson: The two of you, come with me.

• You: Come in? A-Ah... Okay!

• I'm uncertain of Wilson's intentions, but we're not in any position to turn him away right now.

• Edmund Davis: Is there something wrong, officer? We have already submitted our statements.

• Bob Wilson: Looks like you've disregarded my advice, Miss Colvin.

• Edmund Davis: You've met this officer?

• Bob Wilson: Hmph. I would've preferred if we'd never met before.

• You: He's the Bob Wilson I spoke about...

• Bob Wilson: It's bad enough you're involved. You've told him too? Do you want him dead?

• Bob Wilson: And now Rio Rossi is involved... When will you be satisfied?

• You: I don't want anyone to die, Officer Wilson.

• You: I told Davis because I needed his help.

• You: When I got to a dead end in the investigation, I could only turn to Rossi for more information.

• Bob Wilson: I see how it is. You're trying to blame me for not giving you more information.

• You: That's not the case. After all, you are not obliged to help me in any way.

• Bob Wilson: There's no point in talking about this now. A man has been killed.

• Bob Wilson: If you continue your investigation, it's just a matter of time before you meet the same fate.

• You: (Sure, Rossi is dead because of this... But why is Wilson so certain about that?)

• You: (How much more is he hiding from me?)

• He must be investigating the deaths of Walter and Jessica Taylor in secret. Maybe...
• You: (If I told him what Rossi said before dying, will that change his attitude towards me?)

• You: (But if he is really against me doing this, it will only anger him more...)

Share Rossi's Dying Words with Him

• You: I realise the dangers of this investigation but I've found a lot of important information.

• I tell Wilson everything Rossi said to me before his death.

• Wilson looks grim after hearing Rossi's dying words.
• He sinks deep in thought for a while. Then he turns his attention back to us.
• Bob Wilson: What's the point of telling me all this?

• Bob Wilson: Rossi is dead. So all of this "evidence" you just told me is worthless.

• Bob Wilson: Even if you make the information public, you will only endanger yourself further.

• You: I...

Keep Them to Yourself

• You: I realise the dangers of this investigation but I've found a lot of important information.

• Bob Wilson: Miss Colvin. Do you think the information you have obtained can be used as evidence in court?

• You: That... wouldn't be possible.

• Bob Wilson: Even if you make the information public, you will only endanger yourself further.

• Bob Wilson: It's time you put an end to this. Your efforts will amount to nothing.

• Bob Wilson: Don't mistake what you're doing as persistence. In this current state, you're just being stubborn.

• Edmund Davis: Ahem!... Have the two of you forgotten about me?

• Edmund Davis: May I say a few words, Officer Wilson?

• Bob Wilson: ...

• Edmund Davis: While it can't be used as evidence in court, the information is enough for us to continue our investigation.

• Edmund Davis: How can you be so sure we won't find any hard evidence if we continue?

• Edmund Davis: Even as last resort, we will never release this information to the public.

• Edmund Davis: We are also capable of protecting ourselves. There's no need for you intimidation.

• Edmund Davis: I volunteered to help Miss Colvin with this, and I am well aware of the consequences.

• Edmund Davis: There is no need to admonish her over this.

• Bob Wilson: The two of you are free to do as you wish. ...But consider this my last warning, Miss Colvin.

• After Davis' spirited tirade, Wilson appears to have lost his patience and ushers the both of us out of his office.
• He directs us to the back door of the station before we leave. Actions like these make it difficult for me to grasp his true intentions.

• You: Phew... We're finally out of there.

• Since Rossi's departure from the house, we've found ourselves in endless predicaments...
• Looking at the empty street, I can finally feel some semblance of peace.
• There are so many things I wish to confide in Davis, but I find it hard for some inexplicable reason.
• While I'm still struggling to find the words, Davis breaks the silence first.
• Edmund Davis: Hey, Elizabeth. Don't you want to know what I said to the Police Chief?

• I recall the Police Chief's playful smile and feel a little ill at ease.
• Edmund Davis: I told him that we're having an affai--

• You: H-How could you say that? No one would want an affair with you!

• I reach over to teach Davis a lesson but he dodges me easily.
• Edmund Davis: Calm down, Miss Colvin! You'll have to go on investigations alone if you hurt me!

• You: That's what you get for making things up!

• The empty street is usually dull and lifeless at this unearthly hour.
• But because we're together, even the bleakest time of night can seem a little blissful.