Into the Vipers' Nest/Transcript

Main Article: Into the Vipers' Nest

Samuel King: ! Reports are in that the Viper gang leader, Salvador Cordero, has been murdered! Samuel King: We don't know much, other than it happened at the Vipers' headquarters: that seedy garage they like to call the Viper's Pit. Samuel King: And I've just got a call from Howard Johnson, the City's Mayor. He seems to have taken a special interest in this case, so you better not disappoint! Jones: Wow, Salvador's dead and the Mayor's watching...  , this could very well be our biggest case yet!

Chapter 1
' Investigate The Vipers' Pit. ' Jones: A lot of people wanted Salvador dead... and judging from all the gore, it looks like they killed him a thousand times over!  Jones: Actually, I can't even tell what's blood and what's spilled oil!  Jones: I don't know what to make of this medicine canister, but let's send it back to the lab, see if they can make sense of it.  Jones: And how about this torn card? , you're the expert at this. Think you can put it back together?

' Autopsy Victim's Body. ' Nathan: Salvador's skull was broken right open! Such a brutal murder means the killer must have been furious with him!  Nathan: And I found a large amount of glass fragments stuck inside his head, so I'm assuming the killer used a glass bottle.  Nathan: I'm thinking the motive for the murder might have been about honor. I say this because the killer spat on Cordero's corpse!  Nathan: But, and you're going to love this: in doing so, they also spat out their gum!  Nathan: Which means that your killer chews gum!

' Analyze Medicine Canister. ' Alex: Turns out that medicine canister you gave me is an asthma canister. I ran its serial number through the database, hoping for a lead... but it was a dead-end.  Alex: Which means the medicine was bought illegaly: either because it's cheaper or because the user wants to keep it a secret.  Jones: So it could be anybody's! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Alex: I asked Nathan to check Salvador's lungs: they showed no sign of the condition... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Alex: Which means that the person who does have asthma... is your killer!

' Examine Torn Card. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Excellent work, <Name>! Well, how about this: it's a Blue Flamingo card from Tony Marconi's club. Ha, how am I not surprised! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: And there's a message written on it: "Final Warning"... Obviously, Salvador didn't take the threat seriously. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: It's obvious Marconi's involved! <Name>, maybe we'll get lucky and finally catch the guy!

Talk to Marconi about the victim.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Tony Marconi: Plenty of clients come to the Blue Flamingo and take the club's card. That's what they are here for. To be taken.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Don't keep acting so innocent, Marconi! It doesn't suit you.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Tony Marconi: You know what? That scumbag Troy Cassidy was in here last night. Why don't you go bother him for a change?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Tony Marconi: And in case you weren't smart enough to catch on, Jones, that was a rethorical question!

Jones: I hate to admit it but Marconi's got a point: we should go talk to Troy.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: If we've learnt anything from that gang case we cracked, it's that Salvador hated Troy.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: And as leader of the Skulls, Troy definitely had a strong motive for wanting Salvador dead.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: As for Marconi, he can shout all he wants but we're still searching his club!

Question Troy about the victim.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: Yeah, I was chilling at the Blue Flamingo last night. So what?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: You think I killed Salvador? So maybe he was my rival, but I preferred to deal with a dumb-ass like Salvador than with someone with more brains.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: Besides, I hadn't seen him in a while. We had nothing to talk about. And I definitely had nothing to gain from his death.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: What's with that oil stain on your clothes?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: What's that got to do with anything?! I'm fixing up my bike. And I'd like to get back to it, so leave me alone!

' Investigate The Blue Flamingo. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Before Investigation <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Huh, Marconi's redecorated the whole club... Now it's official: the man has no taste at all.

After Investigation <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Is this meant to be a club or a garage? All those oil stains on that pile of clothes are giving me doubts... <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: I agree <Name>, we should definitely search through those clothes!

' Examine Pile of Clothes. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Nice work, <Name>! First clothes covered in car oil, now a screwdriver just like the ones from the Vipers' Pit! We've got Marconi now! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Tony Marconi: You've got nothing on me. That screwdriver isn't mine. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Oh yeah?! It's in your club! So if it's not yours, whose is it?! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: The screwdriver's mine, Jones. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: GINGER?! What are YOU doing HERE?!

Find out why Ginger is at the Blue Flamingo. Jones: Ginger, you better be able to explain to us what you're doing with this screwdriver!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: Not everyone is as sweet as <Name> and you, Jones... A girl needs protection and I guarantee you, with this tool, nobody screws me around!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Please tell me you didn't take the screwdriver from Salvador's headquarters!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: Of course not! Salvador scared me, so I stayed well away from him and his seedy garage. Plus all the dust in there would have brought on my asthma.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: I'm sorry I can't be of more help. And go easy on Marconi, Jones. He ain't all bad... at least not to women.

Jones: If I didn't know Ginger any better, I'd say she's acting highly suspicious.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: But how could she possibly lie with those eyes!

Chapter 2
Samuel King: Jones! Marconi's lawyers have filed a restraining order against you claiming you have a maniacal obsession with him!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: What?! But I didn't do anything! Don't you see this means Marconi's guilty! He's scared of getting caught!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King: ENOUGH! He's legally allowed to do so and even I understand him: you've let your personal hatred for Marconi dictate your actions and you pushed it too far!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King: Jones, for now on you stay well away from Marconi and his club or you'll be put on leave, you hear?Luckily, <Name> here kept a cool head!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King: Now go search every last toolbox in that blasted garage! And I trust you checked out the sewers since they're right next to the crime scene?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King: NO?! For god's sake, go sweep those damn sewers! And Jones, this time YOU'RE diving!

' Investigate Toolbox. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: I know you're gifted at finding objects in unlikely places, <Rank> <Name>, but I didn't expect such a small toolbox to give us so much! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: First, let's send this oil-stained rag back to the lab. And about this torn map... Do you think you can piece it back together, <Rank>? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: And look at this dog tag. It has the Viper logo with the name "Ash" inscribed on it... Ring any bells? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: We've seen it before, <Name>! In our very first case actually! It must belong to Ash Bison! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: We haven't seen Ash since, but as a Viper gang member I'm sure he's been keeping busy. And I think it's high time we had a catch-up with him!

Talk to Ash Bison about the victim.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ash Bison: Thanks for finding my dog tag. Really, great police work. I'm impressed.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Oh ha ha, Ash. And don't you think you should at least try and pretend you're saddened by Salvador's death?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ash Bison: The guy was an idiot. He kept doing dumb shit to try and trigger my asthma for laughs. Now look who's laughing!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: My, my. Asthma, and mistake me if I'm wrong but that's a piece of chewing gum in your mouth... Ash, you're the perfect suspect!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ash Bison: I'm flattered I'm so high up on your list, but you better beat it before YOU become the perfect punching ball!

Analyze Oil-stained Rag.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: Even at first glance anybody could tell this rag is covered in car oil. Which isn't surprising when found in a garage.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: What IS surprising however are the small glass fragments I found on it. Fragments that match the glass found in Cordero's wounds...<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: This proves the rag was used by the killer post-murder!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: And traces of fibers also show this rag was rubbed against clothing. This is because your killer tried to remove an oil stain from their clothes.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: They didn't manage, of course: this type of car oil is impossible to get rid of, which means your killer is wearing oil-stained clothes!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Er, okay... good... er... good work... Grace.

Jones: <Name>, I didn't want to say anything in front of Grace, but you realize Ginger has an oil stain on her clothes!!!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: This can only mean she was at the Viper's Pit even though she promised us she wasn't! I can't believe she lied to us, <Name>!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: But let's not jump to conclusions... maybe she had a good reason for going to... Salvador's garage... Oh, let's just go ask her!

Question Ginger over her presence at the primary crime scene.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: How did you find out? ... Oh, because of that oil stain?! I tried whiping the damn thing off with hand sanitizer, but I think it just made it worse.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: Yes, I was at the Viper's Pit. But not by choice! Salvador dragged me there by force, ranting that I had to start working for him or pay the price!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: As if I would ever work for that slimebag! I spat in his face, and that bastard slapped me! And then...<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: You know, just because I'm a hooker, I'm still allowed to say "No". Right?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Ginger... are you telling us that... did Cordero...<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger: No. He stopped... stopped dead in his tracks, you could say. And I wish I could thank whoever killed that scumbag!

Jones: Salvador's evil knew no bounds! If he was still alive, you can be sure I'd kill him all over again!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: If you ask me, this story gives Ginger a very good reason to kill him...<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: This is awful, <Name>: all the elements really are pointing to Ginger as our prime suspect! I hope it's not so... I just couldn't bear it.

' Examine Torn Map. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Well, it's definitely a map... but what is it doing in the Vipers' Pit? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Wait a minute! That's a map of this very district! And red and blue... Do you think these could be the Skulls and Vipers gang colors? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: I agree, <Rank>: it looks like both gangs were trying to divide the district into gang territories... and it doesn't look like things ended well! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Both gang leaders would have been here for this, which proves that Troy saw Salvador recently, even if he told us otherwise! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: <Name>, this gives Troy one hell of a motive: we should go see him... and this time he better tell us the truth!

Ask Troy about his presence at the primary crime scene.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: What?! You can't arrest me just because I was at Salvador's garage! So yeah, okay, I was there for a bit... but that's all!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: And that map you found? I managed to talk him out of a gang war in exchange for a bit of my land. But that a**hole just kept wanting more and more!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: You know what, Troy? It actually sounds like you had a whole lot to gain from his death. And it doesn't help that it seems your meeting ended with a fight!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: Okay, yeah, I kinda lost my temper with Salvador but I didn't kill him! I'm always on edge these days cus' I'm trying to quit smoking. It's no good for my asthma.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy: I chew gum, it helps, but it doesn't beat nicotine. Know what I'm saying?

Jones: Ha ha, what a gullible idiot. Chews gum... Asthmatic... You realize Troy's just delivered us all the information on a silver platter?

' Investigate Sewers. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: What the...?! You're telling that I dived into the sewers and found NOTHING, while you stay nice and dry and find all this?! Huh... Well, er, excellent work <Name>! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: About this shoe, there seem to be traces of car oil on it. <Name>, why don't you try and scrape off a sample of soil from it? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: And look at this hand sanitizer, have you noticed the blood? <Name>, I think you should collect a sample!

' Examine Shoe. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Nicely done, <Name>! An analysis of this soil sample should tell us where else the shoe's owner has been to!

Analyze Soil Sample.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: It's definitely an interesting soil sample you took off that shoe from the sewers.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: I found traces of car oil which is exactly the same oil as the one from the Vipers' Pit. Which means the shoe's owner was there!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Sure, that's interesting... but it doesn't really help us much.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: This next bit will: I also found traces of soil that can only be found in Cooperville. That should narrow down the list of possible suspects!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Amazing work, Grace, thank you!

Jones: <Name>, think, who do we know in Cooperville...?<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: One-Tooth Sam of course! ... We haven't seen him since we cracked that gruesome case!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: It'd be nice to see Sam again, and besides, he knows of everything that goes on in Cooperville so we should definitely go talk to him!

Find out if One-Tooth Sam was at the primary crime scene.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam: Of course I know who that shoe belongs to: it's mine... And to be completely honest with you, I was at the Vipers' Pit quite recently.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam: I went there to try and convince Salvador to stop vandalizing Cooperville. It was pointless though: Salvador just threw me out... right into a puddle of oil too!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: I'm sorry to hear that Sam, but you understand this makes you a suspect now. You'll have to stick around until the case is over.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam: Don't worry, I wasn't planning on going anywhere and It'll be nice seeing a bit more of you both!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam: And say, you wouldn't happen to have any chewing gum on you, would'ya? I ate way too much garlic for lunch and the smell is driving me crazy.

Jones: First Ginger, now Sam... <Name>, I can't believe our friends are now our suspects!

' Examine Hand Sanitizer. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: Now, let's hope Grace will be able to explain what this blood was doing on the hand sanitizer!

Analyze Blood Sample.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: I analyzed that blood you found on the hand sanitizer. And it turns out it's Salvador's blood.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: What the... But how?! That doesn't make any sense!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace: It makes perfect sense, Jones. By trying to erase all evidence, they actually preserved some vital information: which is that your killer uses hand sanitizer!

Jones: <Name>, this hand sanitizer business reminds me of the Russian Case where it was a vital piece of evidence!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: In the Russian case files, we highlighted all the suspects who used hand sanitizer and the list included Tony Marconi! This means he must be the killer!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones: ... Okay, you're right, <Name>. I'll leave Marconi alone. Fine, forget I ever said anything but please note it in your file that he uses hand sanitizer...

Chapter 3
Jones: <Rank> <Name>, this case is such a mind-boogle! Everybody we've talked to has admitted to wanting Salvador dead... all except for Marconi! Jones: I'm telling you Marconi's hiding something from us! And we could find out what if he hadn't put a restraining order on me... Jones: Wait a second! That's it! <Name>, the order's only against me! Why don't you take Ramirez and go talk to Marconi! Ramirez: Really?! You're letting me participate in an investigation? Wow! Jones: I'm sure you'll do good, Ramirez. Just don't act too nervous! And when you can, <Name>, join me for a search in the sewers: there's something I'd like to check!

Question Marconi with Ramirez's help. Tony Marconi: You've gotta be kidding me! Do I have to put a restraining order on the whole police departement?! Ramirez: We only want to ask you a few more questions, Mr. Linguini, Sir. Tony Marconi: It's Marconi, you idiot! Why don't you go talk to someone like Ash Bison? He's just become the new Vipers' gang leader! Ramirez: Thank you for the lead, Mr. Tortellini but - Tony Marconi: It's MARCONI, you f**king imbecile! Damn it, you made me spit out my gum!

Ramirez: Did you notice Marconi has a big oil stain on his clothes? It kept distracting me! Ramirez: I agree, <Rank> <Name>: Ash Bison becoming the Vipers' gang leader is an information you should follow up on! Ramirez: Maybe I shouldn't talk to Marconi anymore... he makes me nervous. But you're right, <Rank> <Name>, we still need to have a better look at his club!

Question Ash Bison over his strong motive for wanting the victim dead. Ash Bison: Again, amazing police work guys. So you've found out I'm the new leader of the Vipers... As if it was a big secret! Ash Bison: Yeah, I'm happy. And let me know when you catch Salvador's killer so I can send them a thank you card! Ash Bison: But I'm no idiot. I know Marconi will always be the true boss of this district. Those who forget that, die. Jones: One last thing, Ash. How do you explain that oil stain you have there? Ash Bison: Seriously?! You ain't so bright after all. I spend most of my time in the Viper's Pit. Of course I'm gonna get stained!

Investigate The Dance Floor. Ramirez: Well done you and me, <Rank> <Name>! It looks like an asthma inhaler! Ramirez: Er, what do we actually do with this now that we've found it? Ramirez: Right, of course, thank you <Rank> <Name>! Let's examine this inhaler for possible fingerprints!

Examine Asthma Inhaler. Ramirez: Great job, <Rank> <Name>! It's such an honor to watch an expert like you at work! Ramirez: And so now we should send this fingerprint to Alex for possible identification? Very well, <Rank> <Name>, you're the boss!

Analyze Fingerprint. Alex: So I ran that fingerprint through the database. And without sounding too geeky, I crossed-examined it and isolated the print's patterns... Alex: And it turns out that fingerprint belongs to none other than Tony Marconi! Ramirez: You mean that...?! Alex: Yup. Marconi's asthmatic! Ramirez: Well, <Rank> <Name>, I hope I was of help. And all I can say is that it was a pleasure working with you!

Investigate Sewers Outlet. Before Investigation Jones: Ah, <Name>, you're here! Right, let's get to work!

After Investigation Jones: Well <Name>, by now I know better than not to trust your instincts, so if you think this knife is important, you must be right! Jones: There's a serial number engraved in it but it's too faded to read. <Name>, do you think you could decypher this number for us?

Examine Serial Number. Jones: Well played, <Rank> <Name>! Let's have Alex run this serial number through the database, see if he can trace its owner!

Analyze Serial Number. Alex: The knife belongs to a certain Samuel Bennett. As it was military issued, it was easy enough to trace. Alex: However, the only thing I managed to find on Samuel Bennett was an old military photo. I'm sorry I couldn't find more. Jones: This is weird, I'm convinced I've seen this man just recently... Alex: Well, if you have, you've seen a ghost! Samuel Bennett disappeared from the system a long time ago, it's like he completely vanished.

Jones: Wait a minute! Yes, that's it! <Name>, I know who this photo reminds me of! Jones: Look at that face, it's changed a lot since that photo was taken but the smile's the same: it's One-Tooth-Sam! Jones: Oh no, <Name>, this isn't good! I don't think Sam just happened to lose his knife... it's much more likely he wanted it to be lost for good! Jones: <Name>, Sam's acting like a guilty man, but let's go talk to him and hope he has a perfectly innocent explanation for this...

Quiz One-Tooth Sam about his knife you found. One-Tooth Sam: Yes, it's my knife, but you gotta understand: already the Vipers make our lives hell. And then Salvador himself comes and terrorizes one of the girls here at the camp! One-Tooth Sam: I had to do something! I'm old and my asthma's getting worse, so I thought even if I got caught, it wouldn't matter. All I knew is that Salvador had to die! One-Tooth Sam: But when I got to the Viper's Pit, I saw Salvador and... chickened out. No matter how much I hated him, I just couldn't bring myself to kill a man. One-Tooth Sam: ... Truth is I'm just a weak, pathetic old man... couldn't ever do anything right in my life. Jones: You're not weak, Sam: you're the pillar of your community. Your people depend on you! And besides, it's our job to take care of such monsters.

Jones: Poor Sam. I thought I knew him well... but there are a lot of elements which incriminate him! Jones: I hope he's telling the truth: I would hate to see such a kind-hearted person be locked up for trying to save his community!

*After doing all the steps above* Jones: <Name>, I can't believe it but this might just turn out to be our first unsolved case! It looks like it's going to be back to car patrolling for me! One-Tooth Sam: <Rank> <Name>, Jones! I've been looking all over for you! Me and my boys, we often look around garbage cans for things we could use... One-Tooth Sam: Well, while looking inside one of 'em, we found what looked like blood-stained glass! One-Tooth Sam: Now, normally we wouldn't pay it no mind, but as it was near the vipers' Pit, I thought it best to bring it to you. Jones: Thank you, Sam, this could well be the last piece of the puzzle! Speaking of puzzles, <Name>, d'you think you can reassemble these pieces back together?

Examine Pieces of Glass. Jones: Well done, <Name>! This looks like the neck of a glass bottle and it's definitely covered in blood. Let's not waste any time and send it straight to the lab!

Analyze Smashed Glass. Grace: The glass from the bottle matches the shards of glass found inside Salvador's skull. Grace: And the blood that was on the bottle also matches the victim's blood. Grace: So congratulations, <Name>, you've found us our murder weapon! Grace: And if that wasn't exciting enough, there was also a different blood type on that bottle. It wasn't Salvador's, but your killer's. Grace: Thanks to your great detective work, we now know your killer's blood type is AB+!

Jones: <Name>, it looks like we're finally ready to go catch our killer! But we can't afford to be wrong about this, so be extra careful!

Arrest the killer. Jones: The game's up, Marconi! You're under arrest for the murder of Salvador Cordero! Tony Marconi: I was wondering whether you'd manage to get me for this... but I guess I almost made it too easy for you. Jones: I was thinking the same thing: how can a man who's been so careful so far suddenly make such a lousy mistake? Tony Marconi: Salvador's the one who made a mistake, not me, Jones... I was going to pay that big-headed idiot a visit to remind him who's the true boss around here... Tony Marconi: ... But when I got to his seedy garage, I caught him... hurting Ginger... Can you believe it?! That pig was trying to have his way with her! Jones: You mean you killed him... to protect Ginger?! Tony Marconi: You don't hit women. You just don't... Jones: I'm glad you were there for Ginger, Tony, but you shouldn't have killed him. Offenders should be put behind bars, not six feet under ground. Tony Marconi: Someone had to take that trash out... You know Jones, you and I, we're alike: we both do whatever it takes to protect our community. Jones: You've got it all wrong, Marconi: you think you're above the law, and I'm here to remind you the law is above EVERYBODY!

Judge Hall: Do you have anything to add Mr. Marconi? Tony Marconi: Yeah: putting me behind bars for what I did would be the real crime here. Judge Hall: You killed a man, Mr. Marconi. A human being! Tony Marconi: I'm sorry, but by assaulting Ginger, Salvador gave up his right to be called human. Which, in my book, also means giving up the right to live. Judge Hall: Maybe, but in my book the rules are simple: a life is a life. And it is definitely not yours to give or take. Tony Marconi: Well, let's just agree to disagree. Judge Hall: Mr. Marconi, I can see here that there is no way to make you realize your crime. You're deluded and a menace to society, I hereby sentence you 20 to life. Ginger: I'll never forget what you did for me, Tony! Tony Marconi: Don't worry about it doll, with the lawyers I have, I'll be out before you can blink.

Jones: Congratulations, <Name>, we've finally arrested Marconi! Jones: ... But I've got to admit, I'm kinda annoyed we caught him for this and not for one of his other countless dirty crimes... Ramirez: <Rank> <Name>, King wants to see you in his office immediately!

Samuel King: Ah, <Name>, there you are! There's someone very important who'd like to meet you personally. Mayor Johnson: It's an absolute honor to meet you <Name>, I've heard so many excellent things about you! Mayor Johnson: The citizens of this town are lucky to have you! Lord knows they need you... Keep up the great work, <Name>! Samuel King: <Name>, how does it feel to have been congratulated by the Mayor himself?! I've got to say, I'm extremely proud of you. Samuel King: And as long as we have criminals in Grimsborough, we'll have a need for people like you, <Rank> <Name>!

Additional Investigation
Samuel King : <Name>, you've more than proven yourself and you've quickly climbed the ranks to become one of our best elements!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King : There are a few things I'd like you to do, and if you complete them, you're in a for a big reward.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King : Ginger phoned, requesting your help. She says she's waiting for you at the Blue Flamingo.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King : And I'd like you to go check-up on One-Tooth Sam and thank him for helping us put Marconi behind bars.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Sounds good, Chief! Well, <Name>, you ready to hit the streets again?

Ramirez : <Name>, Troy Cassidy called, asking for your help. I wrote it down, he says "no, it's not a joke, and yes, it's urgent".<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Troy's asking for our help? Huh, as if we'd help out that thug!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Fine, <Name>, I guess you're right: he wouldn't ask for our help if it wasn't important.

Check up on Ginger.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : Oh, <Rank> <Name>, I knew it was too good to be true: before being sent to prison, Marconi appointed me as the new manager of the Blue Flamingo...<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : And I had the legal document to prove it and everything, but that damn Curtis snatched the paper away from me and called me a liar!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : I've got Biff holding him in custody in the back of the club, but we can't get Curtis to give the document back.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Let us handle this, Ginger! We'll give Curtis a good talking to and get your document back in no time at all!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : I don't know what I would do without you! You're like my guardian angel, <Rank> <Name>!

Curtis Newman : That document's obviously a fake! Maybe the others believe her lies, but I refuse to let this club get taken over by some whore!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : You better watch your mouth Curtis! And just give us the document: we'll get it authenticated in no time!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Curtis Newman : No way! I can't believe you're defending that f**king liar! And about that document? I haven't touched it!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Biff Wellington : He's lying, <Rank> <Name>! I saw Curtis enter the club with a briefcase, maybe my new boss's doc is in there.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Thanks for the tip, Biff! Right, <Name>, I think we should search the club for pain-in-the-ass's briefcase!

' Investigate Blue Flamingo. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Good job, <Name>! Well, there's only one way to find out if Ginger's document is inside Curtis' briefcase. You ready to search it?

' Examine Briefcase. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Well played, <Name>! look at this, it definitely looks legit. But let's send Marconi's signature to the lab to get it verified, just to shut Curtis up!

Analyze Legal Document.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Alex : There's no two ways about it, it's definitely Marconi's signature. Which means this document is 100 per cent legit!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Nice one, Alex! Well, <Name>, I'm gonna enjoy shoving this in Curtis' face! But first, let's go tell Ginger the good news!

' Talk to Ginger. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Ginger, I'd like to congratulate you on your latest position as the Blue Flamingo's new manager! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : Wow, you found it! You're amazing, <Rank> <Name>! Oh my god, I still can't believe things are turning out so well for me! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : Well, it looks like we're all moving on in the world, but I'll be sure to miss you... You know what, I'm tempted to get into trouble just to see you again. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : You deserve all of this, Ginger... I'm sure you'll do great! And don't worry about Curtis, we'll make sure he never bothers you again. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Ginger : Thank you so much, <Rank> <Name>! For EVERYTHING... Take care out there, and here, please take this.

Check up on Troy Cassidy.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : I was impressed by how you solved Salvador's death: you always seem to find what you're looking for, so I figured you could help me out.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : Thing is, some time back someone stole a blueprint of mine and I'm pretty sure it was the Vipers. I already looked all over for it, but no dice!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : And why should we even help you, Troy? It's not like you ever helped us.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : That blueprint was my ticket to a better life! If you find it, I'll quit gang life and become a full time inventor. I'll never trouble you again.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : That's a promise? Fine, <Name>, let's go see if we can find Troy's blueprint at the Vipers' Pit!

' Investigate Vipers' Pit. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : This definitely looks like it used to be a blueprint... I guess the Vipers just tore it up for the heck of it! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Troy would most probably go on a rampage if he ever found out! ... so maybe we should just piece it back without him knowing, don't you think?

Examine Torn Blueprint.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Great job, <Name>! It looks like the blueprint for a new kind of motorbike. Pretty brainy actually!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : But you know what, <Name>, if Troy lied to us and this isn't his, it would make us accomplices of theft!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : So that we don't end up on the WRONG side of the law, I think we should confirm this blueprint is really his by revealing his fingerprints!

 Examine Blueprint <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Well done, and one fresh batch of fingerprints ready to be sent to the lab. We'll know whether it's Troy's blueprint or not in no time!

Analyze Fingerprint.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Alex : Those fingerprints you got off that blueprint belong to Troy Cassidy. And by the way, it's a pretty cool looking bike. I dig it!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Who knew Troy was a genius? I definitely didn't! Right, <Name> let's go give brainiac his invention back!

' Talk to Troy Cassidy. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : Thanks man, fame awaits me! I guarantee you this is going to revolutionize the world! ... of motorbiking. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Best of luck, Troy... And you remember what you promised, right? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : Yeah man, I'm gonna cash in on my second chance at life! I'm quitting gang life and I'm getting outta here. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : You're lucky: the Vipers will be quiet now that Ash is in control. He's less stupid than Salvador, and less destructive too. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Troy Cassidy : Anyway, thanks <Rank> <Name>. And I'd like you to have this: I designed it myself.

Check up on One-Tooth Sam.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : Ah, <Name>, I've been wanting to thank you: you've made me realize it's time to dig my past back up!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : When I decided to give up my identity, I hid the last of my treasure in a metal box in the sewers... but it was so long ago, I can't even remember where!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Don't worry, Sam. <Name> and I will find it for you in no time! We owe you that much!

' Investigate Sewers. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Well done, <Name>. This doesn't exactly look like a treasure box but it does look old. Let's check to be sure. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Here's a challenge, <Name>: do you think you can pick that lock before I finish reciting the alphabet? <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : A... B... C...

' Examine Locket. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Wow, <Name>, you managed to crack the box's lock before I even got to the letter F. That's incredible! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Right, well, are you ready to search through this box to see if it really does contain Sam's "treasures"?

' Examine Opened Metal Box. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : This jewel is absolutely stunning! Surely it can't be real, otherwise it wouldn't make sense for a homeless man to keep it for so long and not sell it. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : Maybe Sam's finally gone cuckoo... Well, the only way to find out the truth is by having Grace check whether this jewel is genuine or not!

Analyze Jewel.<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Grace : Are you sure this jewel belongs to Sam? Because if it does, it easily makes him one of the richest men in Grimsborough!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : What?! You're telling me One-Tooth Sam's a millionaire?! Talk about going from rags to riches!<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : But I still don't get why he didn't sell it earlier? You're right, <Name>, let's go ask him ourselves!

' Talk to One-Tooth Sam. '<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : I bought this jewel for my wife, way back then... And then my wife got sick, and even all the money in the world couldn't save her. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : When she died, suddenly the sight of money made me sick, so I got rid of it all... This jewel is the only thing I couldn't bring myself to throw away. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : When I started out homeless, I didn't care about money and I was happy that way. But now I've got a community to help. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : I'm going to spend every last cent on Cooperville and this district, try and bring it back to its former glory. It's what my wife would've wanted. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : Even if money failed ME, I know it can save others. So thank you, <Rank> <Name>, for helping me realize that. Please, take this.

Samuel King : With Salvador and Marconi out of the picture, this district finally has a chance of picking itself up. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King : You've done a truly remarkable job cleaning up this area, <Name>, which is why I'm promoting you to the Financial Center! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Samuel King : And before I forget, there's someone else who would like to congratulate you personally before you leave. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : You've given hope to a lot of people here, and I'm sure you'll do the same in the next district, <Rank> <Name>! <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> Jones : One-Tooth Sam! Wow, you look like a whole different person. <span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:monospace,Courier;line-height:19.1875px;"> One-Tooth Sam : And I feel like one too! Good luck out there, <Rank> <Name>, and do stay in touch!