Cloudy with a Chance of Murder/Transcript

Amy Young: Hello ! Hope you didn't get caught in the rain on the way to work!

Amy: I'll check the rest of today's weather forecast. Oh look, the front page headline reads "Three Month Anniversary".

Amy: I love anniversaries! It's the perfect occasion to pop a bottle of sparkling grape juice!

Andrea: This is no party to celebrate, Amy. Today marks three months since Hurricane Yves hit Jazz Town.

Amy: Oh... that is definitely not something to drink juice over.

Andrea: Say,  , why don't you visit one of the damaged neighborhoods? See if there's any way we can aid the storm victims.

Amy: Great idea, I'll tag along too. I know a neighborhood we can visit just around the corner!

At an abandoned neighborhood...

Amy: Wow, I didn't realize how destroyed this neighborhood would be, . And with the rain... Could the mood get any damper?

Amy: Look! That poor man over there is sleeping outside! I agree, we should take a look around, see if there's any way that we can help.

Chapter 1
Investigate Destroyed House.

Amy Young: Jeepers Creepers! The napping man is actually dead! Looks like you've stumbled upon another murder, !

Amy: You'd think the killer would be considerate enough not to leave the body out in this crummy weather!

Amy: What am I thinking, there's no place for consideration in a killer's mind! Sometimes I forget we're dealing with criminals, .

Amy: Looks like our victim was cut in the neck... youch! Let's hope he wasn't ticklish. And of course, , I will get the body to autopsy for you right away.

Amy: You found some other suspicious items. This smudged badge has the victim's face on it. I'm sure you can uncover the rest of the information!

Amy: And this ripped up poncho... Is there a message written on it?! If anyone can piece it back together, it's you !

Amy: Time to get out of my own poncho and on with the investigation!

Examine Victim's Badge.

Amy: That work badge is the golden ticket, ! Now we know our victim's name is...

Amy: Oh, I can't believe it! It's Clifford Grady, the weatherman! How did I not recognize him before?

Amy: He was infamous in Jazz Town since he failed to warn everybody before Hurricane Yves hit.

Amy: We're lucky you found his badge, . It will give us access to his work place so we can learn more about him. Off to the Weather Station!

Investigate Weather Workstation.

Amy: Your searching skills are top notch, ! This tablet might tell us something about our victim. I was never comfortable with deciphering... Think you can break the code?

Amy: What's this metallic thingamabob? Some sort of weather equipment? There's something scribbled on it, but I can't make it out. Can you figure out what it says?

Amy: And excellent, this appointment card is addressed to our victim Clifford Grady!

Amy: There's no other information on the card, just a woman's face... But I have no doubt you can match it in our database to get a name!

Examine Appointment Card.

Amy: Way to go, , you matched the face on our victim's appointment card to a certain Madeleine Deville, a therapist in Jazz Town!

Amy: So it means our victim was one of her patients... But why would he be seeing a therapist?

Amy: I agree , we should pay this Madeleine a visit!

Ask Madeleine Deville about her appointment card.

Amy: Mrs Deville, one of your patients, Clifford Grady, was discovered dead this morning, and   found your appointment card in his belongings.

Madeleine: So someone finally finished him off, eh? That's one less migraine I'll have to deal with.

Amy: A migraine? We are dealing with a murder! I don't think you understand the severity of the situation, Mrs Deville.

Madeleine: Don't pity him, doll. Grady failed to forecast Hurricane Yves, and yet he didn't care, not an ounce of guilt in his body!

Madeleine: He complained about his other trivial problems like his allergy to cats, but he wouldn't even man up and apologize to Jazz Town for not doing his job!

Madeleine: He was remorseless, selfish, and always put his feet on my pillows! He sure needed therapy, I just wish it didn't have to be with me!

Examine Anemometer.

Amy: Way to recover the faded text on that device, ! The message reads "Yves is on you, Grady".

Amy: You're right, "Yves" must refer to Hurricane Yves that hit three months ago, and "Grady" is obviously our victim...

Amy: Oh good catch <Name>, it's signed by someone named Peggy Pascal. I'll call Hannah to see if we can get some insight on this person.

Amy: Hi Hannah, I need some background information on a Miss Peggy Pascal. Would you be able to look her up?

Hannah: You mean "kooky Pascal"? I knew Peggy in high school! She was bit of an outcast, always sitting out on the school roof during storms.

Hannah: Rumor has it she got struck by lightning once, that's why her hair's so big. Now she works full time as a Storm Chaser.

Amy: Chasing storms for a living? Sounds dangerous. I agree, <Name>, we should see why she sent that message to our victim. Let's talk to Peggy!

Ask Peggy Pascal about the message on the anemometer.

Peggy: What a beauty. That device is a grade A titanium anemometer, used to measure wind speed. It's the very machine I used to predict Hurricane Yves!

Peggy: I saw it approaching from miles away... I felt its force rush through my bones! It was a storm that legends would be made about!

Amy: Err.. I don't seem to get your point, Miss Pascal. What does this have to do with Clifford Grady?

Peggy: Don't you see? Our fair-weather friend told everyone that nothing spectacular would happen that day! So I chased him down, told him to warn people to take cover!

Peggy: But that stubborn man wouldn't listen to me! So many people died, when it should have been his life taken instead!

Amy: That's a harsh statement, Miss Pascal, considering Mr. Grady was found murdered this morning.

Peggy: Murdered? I didn't know, but oh, the irony... The man who wouldn't listen finally got silenced.

Examine Tablet.

Amy: Wow, you unlocked that tablet fast, <Name>!

Amy: It shows some sort of graph with a declining slope...

Amy: Oh! Way to spot the weather station's logo! This tablet is definitely connected to our victim.

Amy: You took the words right out of my mouth, <Name>! Let's send the tablet to the lab!