The Root of All Evil/Transcript

Frank: Hey there,  , got an investigation going on? I need to lay low, Andrea's looking for me...

Chief Marquez: Ah, Frank, there you are! You really think I would have forgotten about your community service time?!

Frank: I'm a cop, Andrea, you can't get more community service than that.

Chief Marquez: Yes you can, and it's called cleaning up the garbage! Don't make me get you your court order!

Chief Marquez: I told him not to drink in court, , but of course he wouldn't listen! Community service is an appropriate punishment.

Chief Marquez: I'm sorry, , but could you keep an eye on him for the time being? The order is to clean up the Swamp Forest.

Frank: Yeah, yeah, whatever... Come on , let's go take a walk in that stupid forest.

After a few minutes walk...

Frank: Damn, why does it have to be ME?! I hate forests, they're crawling with bloody insects that won't budge when you scream at them! Bloody community service...

Frank: Oh, yeah, you can laugh, , but you know my Gold Stag is sacred to me! No one touches it, not even the Judge!

Frank: Wait, there's something weird with that big plant over there... Looks like we're gonna clean more than just garbage in here!

Investigate Forest.

Frank: What the hell happened here, ? We have to take that body out of that plant!

Frank: How exactly does one end up eaten by a giant plant?! I agree, it can't have been an accident!

Frank: Let's take the victim to Roxie, she'll tell us exactly how that poor girl got murdered. Our victim's uniform screams military, but she has no ID.

Frank: Oh, you actually found some ID, ? A pair of dog tags? Not bad, not bad. Let's just see if you can manage to make them readable, or they'll be useless.

Frank: And there's some kind of card there, looks torn up... What the hell would a card like that do in a place like this? You're right , you'd better fix it.

Frank: But I ain't touching this monster of a plant again, , so if you want to take a look at the leaf you picked up, you're doing it!

Examine Leaf.

Frank: The part you took from Flowerzilla here was covered with a yellowish, sticky substance!

Frank: Alright, you've got a point, it could be linked to the murder! Let's send that sample to Yann right away!

Examine Dog Tags.

Frank: The dog tags indicate that our victim was Lieutenant Nora Lewis, currently stationed at Fort LaFayette! Good job, , I'm almost impressed...

Frank: But what would a Lieutenant be doing in the middle of the swamps without a team? Trust the old dog on this, something's not right.

Frank: You want to go to Fort LaFayette, ? Well, that's where I went for basic training back in the 80's, I'm sure I can call in one or two favors!

Investigate Military Bootcamp.

Frank: Ah, the stale air of Fort LaFayette! I can't say I missed it, but it touches something inside, you know? Brings me back to the soldier I was!

Frank: What, so many things to look at, and you want to look at a boring locker?

Frank: Oh, you're right, there's the name of the victim on it! Well, better take a look inside then!

Frank: Well, I'm still ready to bet you that torn up paper will turn out to be a false lead! C'mon, put it back together, show me if I'm right!

Examine Locker.

Frank: Well, you got our victim's locker opened, I'll grant you that. And there's a picture inside...

Frank: Wait a minute, that guy looks familiar! Damn, I can't place his face! But I'm sure I've seen him somewhere, maybe without the hobo outfit...

Frank: You think you can match that hobo face with the Police database? Be my guest, !

Examine Photograph.

Frank: I'm impressed you managed to identify the man in that picture, ... and I can't believe it! That's Jeremy Pratt! He's been missing for more than a year!

Frank: What? You don't know him, ? The guy was an expert on survival techniques, he had his own TV show where he would go alone and survive in the most hostile of environments!

Frank: But he was lost while shooting an episode in the swamps. The whole police force looked for him, but nothing. It seems Nora Lewis was luckier than us.

Frank: Wait, you intend to find the guy? You may be the best  we've had in a while, but there's no way we can... Oh alright, let's go then.

Arriving in the forest...

Frank: You really want to do this, <Name>? I told you hundreds of cops looked for the man, and nobod...

Jeremy: RAAAAH!

Frank: AAAAH! What the... Are you kidding me?

Jeremy: Get out of here! Leave! Leave this place!

Frank: Well I'll be... You found Jeremy after all, <Name>! Don't you move a muscle, Mr Pratt, <Rank> <Name> is here to interrogate you!

Talk to Jeremy about the murder.

Jeremy: What do you want? Why won't you leave the plants alone?

Frank: We're investigating the murder of Nora Lewis. She died right here, did you happen to see her around?

Jeremy: The soldier? I told her not to go too deep into the forest! It's dangerous, the plants here, they can eat you alive!

Jeremy: You have to know them, you have to accept them, and then they'll let you live with them inside the swamps.

Jeremy: That's how I survived, when I got lost here. I went too deep, but the plants saved me, and now this is my home! And I will defend it!

Jeremy: If other soldiers come, if they want to hurt the plants in revenge, I will stop them!

Frank: Alright... <Name>, I think we should go. Don't want Jungle Jim here chopping my head off!

Examine Torn Schedule.

Frank: Well, your instincts were spot on again, the paper you found is the mission schedule for our victim!

Frank: She was supposed to be off-base all week, working on something called A.U.D.R.E.Y. You're right, <Name>, we'd better send Nora's schedule to Hannah, she'll crack it in no time!