Gotham Memoirs: 4-7 Bright Future

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Everything seems to have settled down after the trial. On a bright and sunny afternoon, Davis brings me the news I want to hear the most...

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Startled, both my pose and smile are ruined.

• Tease him back
  • Davis' Goodwill will rise
  • Obtain ending "A Reporter's Life"
• Do nothing
  • Davis' Goodwill will rise
  • Obtain ending "A Reporter's Life"

Transcript

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• Several days have passed since we won the trial.
• Everything seems to have settled, and I can finally take a break.
• You: It's been a while since I got to sleep in, and it feels wonderful.

• You: (Who's banging on the door? Is it the landlady? But my rent's not due yet...)

• I open the door and come face to face with an unexpected guest.
• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth! Surprise!

• You: You... Why didn't you tell me you were coming?

• Edmund Davis: I have two bits of good news! I can't wait to tell you!

• I glance at the messy pile of clothes and blankets out of the corner of my eye...
• And discreetly step between Davis and my bed to block it from his view.
• You: Ahem. What is it?

• Edmund Davis: Which bit do you want to hear first?

• You: Umm... You decide!

• Edmund Davis: Alright then... First, the cases of the missing girls have been re-opened for investigation.

• You: Really? That's great!

• Edmund Davis: Prosecutor Boseman will be in charge of them.

• You: If it's Prosecutor Boseman... She'll definitely do her best to solve the cases.

• Edmund Davis: Since she had the audio reels ready, she must have suspected Steven Harris for a long while now.

• Edmund Davis: And she might even have other evidence on hand.

• You: That's right. Councilman Harris won't be so lucky this time.

• You: So what's the other good news?

• Edmund Davis: Let me tell you a secret...

• Edmund Davis: The Newspaper Association has revoked my punishment! We can start publishing again!

• You: That's wonderful! I'm so glad...

• The news excites me more than the first one.
• I feel a surge of emotions when I see Edmund's genuine smile...
• Overcome with elation, I throw my arms around him in a hug.
• Edmund chuckles lightly and returns the embrace.
• Leaning my head against his chest, I feel warm and relieved.
• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth?

• You: This is the best news I've heard today, Edmund.

• Edmund Davis: ...Why? I thought you'd be happier about the first one.

• You: I've always believed that the cases of the missing girls would be brought to light some day, so I wasn't surprised.

• You: But the Gotham Times is something precious that your parents left you, and something you dearly wish to keep.

• You: Nothing makes me happier than knowing that bother you and the paper are in the clear.

• Tears of relief threaten to spill from my eyes.
• I tighten my arms around him, burying my face in his chest to hide my tears.
• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth? What's wrong?

• You: It's nothing... I'm just so glad the Gotham Times is allowed to publish again. So glad you're back...

• My tears are making his shirt wet.
• He holds me tighter without saying a word.
• I melt into his embrace, completely enveloped in his arms.
• He sighs softly, resting his chin on my shoulder.
• We're so close that I can smell the fresh scent of his aftershave...
• Edmund Davis: It's alright now. Silly girl...

• Edmund Davis: The Gotham Times and I can't do without you. Will you come back with me?

• You: I... I'm not silly...

• Edmund Davis: You know that's not what I meant.

• He strokes my back soothingly, and it makes me feel warm and at ease.
• I feel like I've found my answer.
• You: ...Anyway, when can you open the office?

• Edmund Davis: Anytime.

• Edmund Davis: Actually... We should do it now!

• You: What? That's so sudden!

• Edmund Davis: Let's go check out the office, and I'll take you out for a ride to cool down. Your face is all flushed...

• You: ...

• You: ...Alright. Let me get changed.

• Edmund drives me to the office excitedly.
• Thanks to the smooth traffic today, we reach our destination in no time.
• Edmund Davis: We've arrived at our destination, my beautiful lady.

• You: What are you doing?

• Edmund Davis: Come on, let's go.

• Edmund leads me along the corridor, taking my hand like it's the most natural thing in the world.

• I let him pull me along, feeling conscious of my sweaty palm in his.
• My heart is filled with a bittersweet feeling, and I don't want to let go.
• Staring at his broad shoulders and sleek blonde hair, I notice for the first time...
• How is his back this charming as well?

• I thought there wouldn't be anyone at the office, but...
• White: Elizabeth! Mr. Davis! You're here!

• Edmund Davis: What are all of you doing here?

• We see several colleagues standing at the entrance before we even step into the office.
• Besides White, there are a few familiar-looking faces from the other departments.
• They gather around Edmund and I the moment they see us.
• White: We heard that the Newspaper Association evoked the ban, so we came to take a look...

• White: What a surprise to see you here!

• You: I'm glad to know that you guys still care about the paper.

• White: Of course! I was at the hearing too... You did a great job, Elizabeth!

• Edmund Davis: Since you're all here, let's head in together.

• Edmund pulls out a key and unlocks the door to the office.
• I watch as Edmund gallantly leads the group into the Gotham Times.
• He steps into an office flooded with sunlight...
• The storm has passed, and there's a bright future ahead.

A Reporter's Life

• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth? What are you spacing out for? Come on!

• You: C-coming!

• A thin layer of dust has collected on the office desks and floor over the past two weeks.
• Nobody minds, and some of them already cleaning up their workstations.
• I stare blankly at everything happening around me, my thoughts in a jumble.
• You: (A few days ago, Davis and I were still stressing over how we should deal with Harris...)

• You: (I can't believe it's really over. It's just like a dream.)

• Edmund Davis: Something on your mind?

• You: I'm just glad to see the Gotham Times back to normal.

• Edmund Davis: Ahem. You're wrong.

• You: What? Are we still facing any trouble?

• Edmund Davis: Not at all! But the Gotham Times is going to be better than before!

• You: You--

• White: Elizabeth! Mr. Davis!

• I turn around to see White holding a camera, with the rest of the group standing behind him.
• White: Let's take a group photo to commemorate the reopening of the office!

• Edmund Davis: Come on, Elizabeth.

• Everyone tries to squeeze into the frame, arms around one another. They laugh, and push Edmund to the front when he walks over to join them.
• I follow Edmund and stand next to him.
• White: Is everyone ready?

• People: Ready!

• I pose and smile brightly at the camera.
• Suddenly, Edmund wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me up against him.
• Startled, both my pose and smile are ruined.

Tease him back

• You: (He's always teasing me! I must get back at him this time!)

• An idea comes to my mind.
• White: Three, two--

• White: One!

Do nothing

• You: Edmund! What are you doing!

• Edmund Davis: I'm just trying to get closer to my best partner!

• White: Ready? Three, two--

• I turn and smile at the camera hastily, ignoring Edmund's nonsense.
• White: One!

• A mansion on New York Long Island, three weeks after.

• Old Man: Look what you've done.

• NEWSPAPER: Councilman Harris commits suicide before the trial. Is there a hidden conspiracy?

• Young Man: Tsk... It was the most efficient way.

• Old Man: It will raise public suspicion.

• Young Man: So what? Those fools won't be able to figure anything out.

• Old Man: You--

• Middle-Aged Man: Boss, what's done is done...

• Middle-Aged Man: Since that useless fool has already been dealt with, let's not quarrel over him.

• The old man slams the tip of his cane on the floor.
• Old Man: You better get proper consent the next time you feel like taking matters into your own hands.

• He frowns, as though he's just realised something.
• Old Man: Why are there just the few of you here? Where are the rest?

• Young Man: Those guys! They found a small island to play around with our last batch of goods.

• Young Man: They've been gone for a week.

• Middle-Aged Man: Yes. They didn't tell you since they knew you'd be uninterested.

• Old Man: Sigh... They're still in the mood for that?

• The middle-aged man takes a sip of tea as he watches the frowning old man.
• Middle-Aged Man: Don't worry. I've already found someone to take Harris' place.

• Obtained the ending [A Reporter's Life]

Pulitzer Prize

• A mansion on New York Long Island, three weeks later.

• Old Man: Look what you've done.

• NEWSPAPER: Councilman Harris commits suicide before the trial. Is there a hidden conspiracy?

• Young Man: Tsk... It was the most efficient way.

• Old Man: It will raise public suspicion.

• Young Man: So what? Those fools won't be able to figure anything out.

• Old Man: You--

• Middle-Aged Man: Boss, what's done is done...

• Middle-Aged Man: Since that useless fool has already been dealt with, let's not quarrel over him.

• The old man slams the tip of his cane on the floor.
• Old Man: You better get proper consent the next time you feel like taking matters into your own hands.

• He frowns, as though he's just realised something.
• Old Man: Why are there just the few of you here? Where are the rest?

• Young Man: Those guys! They found a small island to play around with our last batch of goods.

• Young Man: They've been gone for a week.

• Middle-Aged Man: Yes. They didn't tell you since they knew you'd be uninterested.

• Old Man: Sigh... They're still in the mood for that?

• The middle-aged man takes a sip of tea as he watches the frowning old man.
• Middle-Aged Man: Don't worry. I've already found someone to take Harris' place.

• Things have returned to normal at the Gotham Times.
• Councilman Harris withdrew from the elections due to public pressure.
• Prosecutor Boseman charged Harris with human trafficking and other crimes, but he pleaded not guilty.
• It's only a matter of time before he's convicted, since we have more than enough evidence on our hands.
• It all feels unreal to me sometimes. Everything is going too smoothly compared to before...
• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth, I need to tell you something.

• You: What is it? You sound serious.

• Edmund Davis: It's Councilman Harris.

• You: What happened?

• Edmund Davis: He was found dead in his study. They said he shot himself in the mouth.

• You: Councilman Harris is... dead?

• Edmund Davis: Yes. The police have sealed off the scene...

• Edmund Davis: He left a suicide note admitting to his crimes.

• Edmund Davis: He admitted to being the mastermind behind the cases we've been investigating, including Jessica's death and the missing girls.

• I'm not glad about the news at all. Everything seems to be going too smoothly.
• You: Don't you think it's a little sudden, Edmund?

• Edmund Davis: It is, but isn't it good that he has admitted to all his crimes?

• You: I think I'll drop by the police station later to ask for more details.

• Edmund Davis: Alright, keep me posted.

• I arrive at the police station, unsure of what's going on. I quickly grab hold of Jack who happens to be on duty today.
• You: Jack! How's your investigation on Councilman Harris' suicide coming along?

• Jack: Wow, you found out fast...

• You: Naturally. I was the first to find something wrong with Councilman Harris, after all.

• Jack: Yeah, yeah, you're the greatest detective ever...

• You: Back to serious business. How's your investigation coming along?

• Jack: We received the report just a short while ago. Councilman Harris' daughter is still giving her statement in the interrogation room.

• Jack: You can talk to her when she's done.

• You: (Miss Harris...)

• Even though I know it was the right thing to do, I don't know how I should face her, being the one who exposed her father's crimes.
• The door of the interrogation room opens as I ponder.
• I look up and meet Charlotte's gaze just as she walks out of the room.
• This is the first time I've met her since she left Imperial University.
• She still looks the same, but her demeanour is completely different now.
• The once bright and cheerful girl has become a shadow of her former self, surrounded by an air of melancholy.
• Taking a deep breath, I muster up my courage and approach her.
• You: Hi Miss Harris, I'm?--

• Charlotte Harris: I know who you are, Miss Colvin.

• She doesn't seem hostile towards me, but her voice is cold.
• You: My deepest condolences, Miss Harris. I'm so sorry for your loss.

• A faint, bitter smile shows on her face.
• Charlotte Harris: What are you doing here?

• You: I'm sorry, Miss Harris. I know you probably don't wish to see me right now. But...

• You: I believe Councilman Harris' death isn't as simple as it seems.

• Charlotte Harris: What do you mean?

• You: Councilman Harris refused to plead guilty, and was fighting back in court.

• You: It doesn't make sense for him to suddenly write a confession and end his life.

• Charlotte Harris: I... I don't know. He was in a good mood when we were having dinner together the day before.

• Charlotte Harris: I don't believe my father would do something like that.

• You: Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe he was murdered...

• You: Did you tell the police about your suspicions?

• Charlotte Harris: I did. But they told me there was no evidence of homicide.

• You: Please try to recall any details you might have missed out. It could be our only hope of finding out the truth behind Councilman Harris' death.

• Charlotte regards me earnestly, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions.
• Charlotte Harris: I... I'll try.

• A few days later, I receive a call from Charlotte at the office.
• Charlotte Harris: Miss Colvin, I thought of something odd.

• You: What is it?

• Charlotte Harris: My father had personal bodyguards, so he didn't usually carry a gun.

• Charlotte Harris: The only gun he owned was a collectible ivory-handled Colt revolver that was kept in the locked drawer of his desk.

• Charlotte Harris: The magazine was always kept empty because of the gun's special caliber.

• Charlotte Harris: When he... When he was found dead in the study, the drawer was open and the gun was still empty.

• Charlotte Harris: The drawer key was lying on the ground under the desk.

• Charlotte Harris: The gun that killed my father was an M1911 pistol. It couldn't have belonged to him.

• You: Could your father have purchased another gun without your knowledge?

• Charlotte Harris: I have some simply knowledge of guns, so my father liked to talk to me about them...

• Charlotte Harris: I asked the owner of the gun shop we used to frequent, and he said my father didn't make any purchases.

• You: I see.

• You: I don't know how a gun will help us find the murderer, but at least it's a start.

• You: Don't worry, I'll investigate this thoroughly.

• Charlotte Harris: You really are...

• Charlotte whispers something on the other end of the line.
• You: What? I can't hear you.

• Charlotte Harris: It's nothing... I'm hanging up.

• Charlotte hastily ends the call without waiting for me to say goodbye.

• And so, Edmund and I begin a new round of investigations based on our only clue.
• We know that Councilman Harris was the founder of the Tiger Charity Association. It appears to be a charity organisation on the surface, but it makes use of various projects to evade tax and launder money for its members.
• Edmund and I suspect the organisation might be behind Councilman Harris' death, since he probably had incriminating evidence against them.
• The members of the Tiger Charity Association are mostly politicians and wealthy businessmen in important positions. They also established an organisation called the "Tammany Hall" behind the scenes...
• Edmund and I might seem totally helpless next to this mysterious and powerful organisation...
• But we'll never give up on pursuing the truth.

• Edmund Davis: What's wrong, Elizabeth? It's time for us to go on stage.

• You: What? Oh, okay...

• Five years have passed since Councilman Harris' death, and Edmund and I have been investigating non-stop.
• At last, our efforts have paid off.
• The truth finally comes to light, and we gain some unexpected rewards in the process.
• Edmund Davis: Are you still not ready?

• You: No way. Who was the one who kept forgetting his lines when we were practicing the speech last night, hmm?

• Edmund Davis: Alright, it was me... The staff told us to hurry. Let's go, shall we?

• Edmund Davis: My smart and beautiful Miss Colvin, may I have the honour of inviting you...

• Edmund Davis: To celebrate our moment of glory together?

• I can't help laughing at Edmund's dramatic gesture.
• You: Of course, Mr. Davis. The honour is mine.

• Host: The winner of this year's Pulitzer Prize for Public Service is? -- The Gotham Time, Edmund Davis and Elizabeth Colvin!

• Host: With tireless enthusiasm and determination, they spent five years pursuing the truth...

• Host: They eventually exposed the human trafficking ring in New York operated by the Mafia and Tammany Hall. The parties involved have all been arrested and prosecuted.

• Host: They stood their ground in the face of danger. Their spirit of journalism is the future of our country, and the hope of our generation.

• Host: Our future is bright thanks to individuals like them.

• In the past, I've hesitated and doubted, felt lost and agonised...
• Even today, I still don't know whether I've made the right choices.
• But as I lift the trophy together with Edmund in this joyous moment, I feel that...
• Every choice I made was worth it, regardless of right or wrong.

• Obtained the ending [Pulitzer Prize]