Spineless/Transcript

Frank Knight: Heya , are you ready to get monumentally drunk?

Andrea: FRANK!

Frank: Chief, it's Saint Patrick's day: the one day in the year where you HAVE to drink.

Andrea: The last time you celebrated Saint Patrick's, you locked YOURSELF up in the station's detention cell!

Andrea: Besides, Saint Patrick's isn't only about drinking... There's the fantastic parade and...

Roxie: Exactly! I'll show  the parade while Frank sits drinking beer in a corner.

Andrea: Fine. But please keep an eye out for Frank, .

At the Saint Patrick's Day Parade...

Frank: Ah, I'm almost moved to tears : all these people, united together... by drink.

Roxie: You've always been too sentimental, Frank. Look at all the costumes, . Isn't it just wild?

Frank: Watch out for Roxie, : you'll end up in a rave before you know it.

Mark: Hello  ! It's nice to meet you outside of a murder investigation! So, what do you think of the parade floats?

Frank: I don't know about my partner, but I care more about my beer than the parade and... What is it, ? Something's wrong with that parade float?

Frank: Oh no, don't even think about it, : this is Saint Patrick's and there will be zero investigations today!

Roxie: Wow, normally I'm stuck in my morgue... So this is the first time I get to see  at work. Go get them, tiger!

Chapter 1
Investigate Street Parade.

Mark McKenzie: Everybody make way, I'm a doctor!

Frank: Er, doc, maybe it's the booze messing with your judgment, but this guy's clearly as dead as they get.

Mark: Argh, that face! I know him: it's Angus O'Brian, the local Irish priest!

Frank: You knew him? Stick around doc, because   is gonna have to question you.

Frank: And you're interested in this notebook, ? Think about it first, you can either recover the writing... or go for a beer.

Frank: You're right, it's filled with drawings of Molotov cocktails... Hm fine, it could be important!

Frank: Well , it looks like this is going to be one long sober-filled case. Huh, time to take off the hat.

Talk to Mark about the victim.

Mark: There's always something that comes and ruins the fun in Inner City. We can't celebrate for more than 5 minutes without a murder on our streets.

Frank: I hear ya, doc, but  <Name> has caught more killers than I care to count, and you can bet that they'll catch this one!

Frank: But what can you tell us about the victim? You said you knew him, right?

Mark: Angus was a priest at Saint Mary's Church. We used to work together in the rougher parts of Inner City: I would heal their bones, and he would heal their souls.

Mark: He was a good man and a pillar of the Irish community. He fought for good in Inner City, but it looks like evil won.

(After talking to Mark McKenzie)

Frank: You're right <Name>, Mark mentioned the victim worked at Saint Mary's Church, so we better go check it out...

Frank: Just don't ask me to go to confession, ha-ha!

Investigate Church Garden.

Frank: Well <Name>, how did the search go in the garden of the victim's church? Did you find religion?

Frank: Ha-ha, sorry, bad joke. So you found a pile of leaves and a sleeping bag...

Frank: Hm, this sleeping bag proves somebody slept out in the church garden. Do you think you could recover the owner's name, <Name>?

Frank: And sorry, but I ain't going to help you search through that pile of leaves: I already get mistaken for a bum, so I don't wanna make matters worse.

Examine Pile of Leaves.

Frank: I don't know about that collar you found searching through that soggy pile of leaves, <Name>, but I can tell you one thing you lost: your dignity. Ha-ha!

Frank: You're right, that white strip in the middle means it's a clerical collar. Excellent find <Name>, it had to belong to our victim!

Frank: And it's covered in blood! I'll go fetch the forensic kit for you!

Examine Clerical Collar.

Frank: Nicely done <Name>, let's send this blood sample you collected from the victim's clerical collar over to the lab!