Gotham Memoirs: 4-15 Dangerous Probe

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My relationship with Francesco intensifies after a night together, and the morning after becomes an opportunity to uncover more secrets.

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• Required: Davis Goodwill Lv. 6
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Dialogue Choices

Note: Changing choices when replaying will cost 5

My answer will greatly affect what happens next. I must be careful. What should I say?

• Say that you overheard the conversation
  • Obtain ending "The Flaw in the Plan"
• Claim that Rossi harassed you
  • Unlock 4-16 Divergence

Transcript

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• Francesco Juliano: Did you sleep well, babe?

• You: ...Yes. How about yourself?

• Francesco Juliano: Never better.

• Attendant: How may I assist you, Mr. Juliano?

• Francesco Juliano: Can't you read a clock? Go make breakfast for my sweetheart, quickly!

• You: (Breakfast? It's closer to lunch time...)

• The startled servant rushes off to prepare breakfast.
• A sumptuous Italian breakfast is served shortly after.
• Juliano asks the servant to turn on the radio. It's tuned to a news channel.
• He beckons me to the table, but before I can sit, he pulls me down on his lap.
• I gasp and my cheeks redden. I try to stand, but he holds me tightly.
• I stop fidgeting after he pats the small of my back.
• You: Mr. Juliano, I...

• Francesco Juliano: That's not what you called me yesterday, sweetheart.

• You: ...Francesco, I'm quite hungry. Let me go so I can eat.

• Francesco Juliano: You can eat right where you are.

• He picks up a piece of sausage and feeds it to me.
• I feel uncomfortable and embarrassed, but quietly accept the morsel.
• To my surprise, he continues to feed me piece after piece. He seems to enjoy this, but I can't wait for it to end.
• News Broadcast: The New York Police Department is investigating the homicide case in front of the Sultry Skies Club five days ago...

• Juliano lowers his hands and listens to the news report. He starts feeding me again after the repot reveals little progress has been made in the case.
• Sensing an opportunity to question him, I put my arms around his neck and pretend to be curious.
• You: What's wrong, Francesco?

• Francesco Juliano: Nothing to worry about. Let's continue.

• You: If you need to leave and sort something out, you don't have to worry about me.

• Francesco Juliano: Someone made a short-sighted decision that will delay some of my businesses. But it's nothing I need to deal with myself.

• You: Businesses? You have businesses besides the Sparrow Room?

• Juliano puts his cutlery down and reaches for my chin.
• Francesco Juliano: I'm a great businessman, my dear. Didn't you know?

• You: (Is he suspicious?)

• You: I beg your pardon, sir. Please forgive this simple country girl for her ignorance.

• Francesco Juliano: Oh, you poor thing. Just be a good girl and I'll show you a life worth living.

• I sigh in relief.
• But I shouldn't waste this opportune moment, even if he gets a bit suspicious.
• You: I'll be good, I promise. But are your other businesses like the Sparrow Room?

• Francesco Juliano: They are far more than that. My main business involves pretty girls like you...

• You: (He admits it so easily! I must press on.)

• You: Do you treat them like you treat me?

• Francesco Juliano: Oh no, no, my silly girl. I don't touch them at all.

• You: But Lily, Emma, Catherine, and... Darya. They are all beautiful...

• Francesco Juliano: The girls at the Sparrow Room? Well, they are different.

If Darya was sent to The Basement

• You: Darya is gone, sent away by Mrs. Molly for her mistakes.

• Francesco Juliano: I know. But she's involved with my other... more lucrative business.

• You: Will she ever come back?

• Francesco Juliano: You are so naive, my dear. Of course she's never coming back. But I assure you she's on top of the world now.

• Juliano's expression makes it clear he's done with this subject.

If you saved Darya

• You: Darya almost got sent away. But I managed to convince Mrs. Molly otherwise in the nick of time...

• Francesco Juliano: I didn't know my little Lisa was so brave.

• He gives me a perfunctory pat, indicating I should end the conversation.
• You: I couldn't bear to see her so scared, so I just summoned the courage to stand up to Mrs. Molly.

• Francesco Juliano: Well, she'd better be extremely thankful. If it hadn't been for you, she would be...

• You: Francesco, would she have been sent to a bad place?

• Juliano chuckles mockingly.
• Francesco Juliano: The Sparrow Room isn't my most lucrative business, my dear.

• Francesco Juliano: It's Paradise. Do you know what a man's idea of paradise is?

• His whisper grows softer as he leans closer, his breath in my ear.
• I want to push him away. He lightly nips at my neck.
• You: Oh... I didn't know... I understand now.

• You: No wonder Darya was so frightened...

• Juliano pauses and flashes a cold, cruel smile.
• Francesco Juliano: Her luck's run out, sweetheart. Debts can ruin lives if one is not careful, you know.

• Francesco Juliano: And a debt must always be paid. Doesn't matter who you are.

• You: Maybe she had no other option...

• Francesco Juliano: The weak will be exploited. That's how society works.

• Francesco Juliano: If you want to control your own destiny, you must grab life by the horns.

• You: (Is this Juliano's life philosophy? I have to disagree.)

• You: Are all the girls there like Darya?

• He flashes an arrogant grin, unable to resist continuing.
• Francesco Juliano: If that were the case, my business wouldn't be flourishing.

• Francesco Juliano: Every customer has different tastes. We must strive to satisfy every palate.

• You: (Does he mean there are other types of girls?)

• You: Some like them old, some like them young, and some like them... even younger.

• He blinks at me, growing more cocky.
• Francesco Juliano: Age is just a number, babe. I have women from all over the world.

• Francesco Juliano: Besides, I'm giving them a job, and a roof over their heads.

• You: (He thinks his horrible actions are some form of charity? Despicable!)

• Juliano notices my surprise and thinks I am "going all sympathetic again."
• So he drops the subject and continues to feed me food from the breakfast spread.

• Francesco Juliano: You have nothing to worry about as long as you're my girl, Lisa. Just enjoy the good times.

• You: Of course, Francesco. I'm glad we're together...

• You: I'd still be working in a factory if I hadn't met Leonard.

• Francesco Juliano: My little Lisa, working? You were ambitious, eh?

• Francesco Juliano: The factory is a tougher place to work at than the Sparrow Room.

• You: You think so? But there's a union that protects the factory workers.

• Francesco Juliano: Oh? My sweet, innocent Lisa Dawson wants to discuss the union?

• You: (Maybe I can mention Rossi since we're talking about the union...)

• You: I met the union chairman at the factory.

• You: His name's Ross... Russ... Rossi...? He seemed willing to help the factory workers.

• Juliano pushes me to the floor and scowls at me.
• I stare back at him in shock. I struck a nerve.
• Juliano just stares at me for a few minutes before finally speaking. His voice is cold and menacing.
• Francesco Juliano: How do you know that man, Lisa?

• You: (My answer will greatly affect what happens next. I must be careful. What should I say?)

Say that you overheard the conversation

• You: Leonard was showing off when he took me to the factory.

• You: He brought me to meet the union chairman, that's why I vaguely remember his name.

• Francesco Juliano: Is that so?

• Juliano shifts to his usual demeanour, warmly coaxing as he helps me to my feet.
• I acted like a fool.

• Juliano seemed to still trust me, but that was a deception.
• That night, the route to the Sparrow Room led to a nightmarish hell.
• I found the location of those other girls first-hand.
• My life withered away in an endless darkness.

• A foolish action ends the fool. Keep your wits about you when caught in a precarious position, as one wrong move could lead to your downfall.
• (Juliano's trust is shaken. Shifting the focus to yourself might distract Juliano from suspecting you.)
• Obtained Ending

Claim that Rossi harassed you

• You: Leonard brought me to meet him. He said some nasty things to me when we were alone.

• You: After that I decided not to work at the factory and come to the Sparrow Room instead.

• Francesco Juliano: That's him alright, the bastard.

• You: ...Why did you get so angry all of a sudden?

• Francesco Juliano: Rossi and I... Let's just say we don't see eye-to-eye. Hearing his name repulses me, is all.

• Juliano helps me to my feet and his anger dissipates.
• You: Who would dare cross you?

• Juliano bursts into laughter.
• Francesco Juliano: Many people would, Lisa.

• Francesco Juliano: But don't you worry, I always make sure these kinds of people are... taken care of.

• You: Does that mean Rossi...

• Francesco Juliano: I'm sure he's six feet under by now.

• You: (I had known Rossi's fate for some time now, but Juliano's casual admission surprises me.)

• Francesco Juliano: Enough. Let's not talk about him anymore.

• Juliano tries to feed me again. After I decline several times, he finally relents and removes his grip on me. He gestures for the food to be cleared.
• We spend the rest of the day swimming and playing billiards.
• Due to our current relationship, Juliano wants to personally escort me back to the Sparrow Room.
• Before we leave, he asks his servants to bring in some expensive dresses.
• Francesco Juliano: Pick something nice, darling. I'll wait for you here.

• Juliano whistles when I step out in the new dress.
• He stands close to me, sliding a hand on my hip and pinching me lightly.
• Francesco Juliano: You look absolutely ravishing, my darling.

• He leads me out of the room and down to the mansion hall, his hand glued to my side.

• While he talks to his subordinates, I think about the information I have gathered.
• A familiar voice derails my train of thought, but Juliano quickly steers them away before I hear anything they say.

• Attendant: Mr. Davis? What's your room number, Mr. Davis?

• Edmund Davis: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I saw someone I know. Please take the luggage to Room 901.

• Attendant: Right away, Mr. Davis.

• Edmund Davis: ...that man who just walked by...

• Attendant: You mean the gentleman with the beautiful woman in his arms?

• Edmund Davis: ...Yes. Do you know who he is?

• Attendant: ...I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. I can't disclose a customer's personal information.

• Edmund Davis: Here, a tip in advance for carrying my luggage.

• Attendant: Oh wow, thank you. I'll take your luggage to your room now, Mr. Davis. ...And I'm not supposed to say this, but that man was Mr. Juliano. Have a great day!

• Juliano leaves quickly after taking me to the Sparrow Room.
• I wonder what he said to Mrs. Molly, but she says I don't have to perform on stage, train, or do any chores.
• These concessions prove useful. The safest time to contact Mr. Puzo is when everyone else is performing.
• You: I uncovered important information today. I must tell Mr. Puzo as soon as possible.

• You: I need to organise every thing I gathered today...