I visited the novelist's
apartment
again.
I'm hoping to be able to do
something about this "mistaken
identity" kidnapping.
As long as there's any possibility
that it could be his own
daughter
who was kidnapped...
...I doubt the justice minister
will
call off the execution
tonight.
The key to dispelling
the
minister's doubts is
now in bed,
coughing.
And I need to use this key,
before
that prison van arrives to
pick up our death-row inmate.
Amelie:
*cough, cough!*
Emma:
My darling angel!
Oh, just listen
to that cough!
Emma:
You naughty
thing! Did you
leave your nice warm bed to
go out into the night to
play?
Emma:
A
daughter after my own heart!
But, I must confess, I didn't
even notice
you were
gone!
Amelie:
I didn't go out to play!
Amelie:
I went to
buy Papa
a birthday
present!
Amelie:
He said he wanted a new lighter.
Emma:
But that's no reason to
go out this
late at night!
Amelie:
But my fever finally went down!
I
could barely move before
that...
Amelie:
*cough, cough!*
Emma:
But look what it brought you!
Your
fever is worse now than
ever.
Emma:
Here is to the feverish
passion of my darling angel!
Amelie:
Mama?
Emma:
Yes, darling?
Amelie:
Let's call Papa and wish him
a
happy birthday! Even though
it's already past midnight...
Emma:
........
Emma:
Not tonight, Amelie.
Amelie:
I hate you!
Sissel:
It looks like this little
girl was
safe all along.
Sissel:
(I already
knew that, but I'm
still relieved, all the same.)
Sissel:
And there's another
lucky
development, too.
Sissel:
Amelie wants to
call her father.
Sissel:
(Now, if I can just
make use
of that feeling somehow...)
Sissel:
(That would surely bring the
justice minister
around!)
Amelie:
The phone!
Emma:
Amelie, I told you you
couldn't
call him tonight!
Amelie:
Why not?!
Emma:
Listen to me, Amelie.
Emma:
Your father
is about to make
a big
mistake.
Emma:
I want him to reconsider.
Amelie:
What do you know about it,
Mama?
He's the one who's the
justice minister, you know!
Amelie:
All you do is write weird novels!
Emma:
.......
Emma:
What do you mean, "weird"?!
How
dare you disparage my
romantic expressions?
Emma:
Now you've really made
me angry. You really have!
Emma:
How do
you expect me
to forgive such an insult?!
Amelie:
I hate you!
Emma:
There!
Emma:
I'll be keeping my eye on
you now, so you won't do
anything else mischievous!
Emma:
Like calling your father!
Amelie:
I hate you!
Emma:
I can hear you, you know!
****
Sissel:
Whew! What a pair...
Sissel:
I don't know
what this
family's issues
are...
Sissel:
...but I do know I have to
do something about this
lady so Amelie
can call.
****
Amelie:
*cough cough!*
Amelie:
Mama, what is Papa
about to do?
Emma:
........
Emma:
Never mind. Nothing you need
to
know right now, Amelie.
Amelie:
Why is everything always
such a big
secret? I'm part of
this
family, too, you know!
Emma
It's not something for children's
ears. You'll understand
someday.
Amelie:
I don't want to know "someday"!
I
want to know "now"!
Amelie:
It's
not fair! You just
don't want to tell me!
Amelie:
I just want to wish
Papa a
happy
birthday!
Emma:
Not tonight.
Sissel:
(If it was up to me...)
Sissel:
(...I'd let
her call him...)
****
Sissel:
I'd better not put out
the lamp
right now.
Sissel:
(It will only pour
oil on
the flames of anger in
this lady's heart.)
Sissel:
If I want to give
Amelie
a
chance to use the
telephone...
Sissel:
...I have to think of a
way to keep her
mother
out of the way.
****
Emma:
Oh, goodness! Look at the time!
Emma:
As
I bask in my tale of love,
time has been moving on
at the speed of light!
Sissel:
Hmm. So even though she's
immersed
in love, she
can still
hear this, eh?
Sissel:
But this won't buy enough
time for her daughter to
make
a phone
call...
Sissel:
(There must be something
else I can distract her with...)
****
Sissel:
Hmm. The lady's dictionary...
Sissel:
Wasn't this on
her desk before?
Sissel:
The poor thing. Destined
to never be returned to
the bookshelves...
****
Emma:
Well, well. Having a good
time, are
we, little rodent?
Emma:
Sweet
dreams!
Emma:
Did you fancy the vintage,
my whiskered friend?
Sissel:
She's more powerful
than I
thought...
Sissel:
It looks like she
tipped the
wall candelabra to one side,
too.
Sissel:
(Hmm. The angle of
those
candles...)
Sissel:
(I get the feeling I've seen
something very similar to
that
quite
recently...)
****
Emma:
Oh, heavens! A blackout, at
a
critical time like this?!
Emma:
Of
course, dim lights suit my
story of love very well, but...
Emma:
...I,
myself, am not
very
fond of the dark.
Emma:
This chandelier just narrowly
missed the back of
my
head!
Emma:
I love the thrill of romance,
but I don't need these
kinds of
thrills,
thank you!
Emma:
Ah! What a wonderful atmosphere!
Emma:
Perfect for a clandestine
meeting
in the dusky twilight.
Sissel:
I don't exactly know how
this
situation came about...
Sissel:
...but
I think I owe
the rat an apology.
Sissel:
(The rat seems to
be unconscious.)
Sissel:
But now
that the room
has changed into this...
Sissel:
...maybe I can use it
somehow.
****
Emma:
What a naughty chandelier!
Emma:
Such
insolence!
Emma:
Hmm....
Emma:
Is it "insolence" or
"insolation"...?
Emma:
........
Emma:
Whatever. I'll
look
it up tomorrow.
Sissel:
This lady is surprisingly
quick.
Sissel:
She dodged that
thing like a
pro.
Sissel:
I guess I'd better
get serious here.
Sissel:
That's twice she managed
to dodge
like that!
Sissel:
Who knew she was
a
dodging champion?
Sissel:
I'm starting to
get annoyed...
Sissel:
(Let me try that
again.
I'll
get her this time!)
Emma:
That was close!
Emma:
Eeeeeeek!
Emma:
Amelie! Amelie, help me!
Amelie:
Mama!
Amelie:
I'm sorry, Mama. I'm too
dizzy. I can't get up.
Amelie:
I'm
afraid I can't help
you right now.
Emma:
Ah ha ha! Here is to the
weakness
of my darling angel!
Sissel:
That chandelier is
on there tighter
than
her wedding band.
Sissel:
She won't be able to
escape on her own.
****
Sissel:
If I recall, the novelist said
she
didn't like the dark.
Sissel:
I
don't want her thrashing
around any more than
she is already...
Sissel:
(I'd
better not
put out
this lamp right now.)
***
Emma:
Help! Help! Help!
Emma:
Whaaat?! What is
going on here?!
Emma:
Amelie!
Look! Do you see
this?! Help me, please!
Amelie:
*groan* Sorry. I'm too sick.
I
can't get out of bed.
Amelie:
My head
is spinning... So I guess
you'll just have to stay up there
spinning,
too.
****
Sissel:
Looks like this lady won't be
going
anywhere for a while.
Sissel:
Now
the little girl
can call her father.
Sissel:
The only trouble is,
she can't
reach it.
Sissel:
(I guess I'll just have
to deliver it to her.)
Sissel:
(Oh, that's right! The
angle of
those candles...)
Sissel:
(I saw something very similar
just recently,
didn't I?)
****
Emma:
Eeeeeeek!
Emma:
Whew... I swear, that
was
just like...
Emma:
...the
thrill of falling in love...
Emma:
I've got it! That could be
the title of my
next
novel!
Emma:
"Lady Chandelier Falls
in Love"! It's perfect!
Sissel:
Thank goodness she's tough.
Sissel:
(I have
to give Amelie
a chance
to make
that phone call.)
Sissel:
(Should I try shaking this
lady up a little
more?)
****
Emma:
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Sissel:
Now I REALLY owe that
poor rat an
apology.
Sissel:
But this might be
a REALLY
good chance for me, too...
Sissel:
(I have to get that
phone to
Amelie!)
****
Sissel:
I can't move the chandelier
right
now with her thrashing
around like that...
Sissel:
I hear ominous creaking
coming from the ceiling,
too...
Sissel:
(This is a dangerous
situation...)
****
Amelie:
Mama!
Emma:
Wh-What in the WORLD
is going on
here?!
Amelie:
Oh, goodie.
Amelie:
Excuse me a minute
while
I call Papa, okay, Mama?
I'll only be a minute.
Emma:
Aaagh!
Emma:
Don't you dare,
Amelie!
Emma:
I
won't have it!
Emma:
Get me down!
Amelie:
Hello? Papa?
Minister:
*gasp*
Minister:
Amelie!
Minister:
Is that you?!
Amelie:
Of course it is, silly.
What did
you think?
Minister:
But I heard-- They
said you were--!
Minister:
...No, never mind. It's
nothing...
Amelie:
Silly ol' Papa.
Amelie:
Happy birthday,
Papa!
Minister:
Birthday...? Oh, right. It was
my
birthday today, wasn't it?
Amelie:
I'm sorry we couldn't
celebrate
tonight.
Amelie:
Thanks to mean ol'
Mama...
Minister:
Oh! Your mean ol' Mama...!
I mean,
your mother! What
is she
up to right now?!
Amelie:
Well, she's certainly
"up" all
right...
Amelie:
My stubborn mother is
kind
of tied up at the moment...
Emma:
Get me down!
Amelie:
She needs to be taught a lesson
for
causing us so much
trouble.
Minister:
No, Amelie...
Minister:
I'm the one who was
wrong.
Amelie:
Huh?
Minister:
Could you tell your
mother I'm
sorry?
Amelie:
What do you have
to be sorry about?
Minister:
I was just about to make
a terrible
mistake.
Minister:
But it's all
right now.
Amelie:
Oh... Okay...
Minister:
You're still young. There's a
lot I
can't tell you right now.
Minister:
The job of justice minister is
very complicated, you see.
Amelie:
Okay.
Minister:
But just remember... You're
always
the most important
thing
to your mother and me.
Amelie:
........
Minister:
Did you do something naughty
to
your mother? If you did, I
want you to apologize.
Amelie:
I don't THINK I did anything...
Amelie:
But, okay. I'll apologize.
Minister:
That's a good girl.
Amelie:
Okay, Papa. Have a
good night. I
love you!
Minister:
I love you, too, Amelie.
Good
night, sweetheart.
Amelie:
Um... Mama...?
Amelie:
I'm sorry.
Emma:
My goodness!
Why the sudden change?
Amelie:
I... I guess I was wrong about
you.
I didn't understand.
Emma:
Oh, Amelie...
Amelie:
I thought all you ever did was
write these weird novels...
Emma:
That makes me a little sad...
Amelie:
Papa said the job of justice
minister was complicated.
Emma:
Yes, your father's job is very,
very
complicated and difficult.
Emma:
That's why I couldn't talk
to you about most of it.
Emma:
But you're right. I
shouldn't treat
you like such a little girl anymore.
You're growing up,
after
all.
Amelie:
And I promise to stop calling
your
novels "weird" and try
actually reading them.
Emma:
What?! Oh, uh...
Emma:
Maybe you'd better
wait until
you're a
little older for that...
Amelie:
Tsk. Oh, okay...
Emma:
So, Amelie, if you're feeling
a
little more charitable
toward
your ol' Mama...
Emma:
...do you think you could
let me down now...?
Amelie:
You know, I would
LOVE to do
that...
Amelie:
...but I'm just feeling
too
dizzy and sick right now...
Emma:
Tonight, on this holiest
of nights
-- my deadline...
Emma:
...it
looks like the only
thing pressing on me
will be this chandelier...
Emma:
Here is to
Papa and
Mama's darling angel!
All of a sudden, everybody
is
getting along again.
It's such an abrupt change...
I
can't understand it.
Is this what "family" is all about?
In any case, the situation has
changed dramatically now.
I just hope the mysteries of me
can
be cleared up as quickly
as the
furrows on the minister's brow...
I don't know where Kamila is...
But
at least now the justice
minister's doubts are dispelled.
I think I'll go back to his
office,
where everybody is
waiting for the prison van.
The minister's family now has
their
smiles and harmony back.
But Kamila is still in the
hands of
the kidnappers...
I decided to go back to the
justice minister's office.
Surprisingly, the minister's brow
is still just as furrowed
as ever.
Quite unlike a father who has just
learned his daughter is
safe...
...he seems to still be in
the
depths of despair.
The atmosphere in this room
is very
different now.
It seems to have an air
of
unfocused anxiety.
I get the feeling something
big is
gonna happen...
Minister:
I just found out that my
daughter
is safe. I'd like
to
express my gratitude.
Minister:
Thank you. Thank you
for my daughter's sake,
and
for mine.
Cabanela:
No need to thaaank us,
Mr.
Minister. It was nothing.
Sissel:
(What did HE do?)
Cabanela:
But one question.
Cabanela:
I can't heeelp
but notice...
Cabanela:
Your daughter
is safe...
Cabanela:
...and yet, you still look
unhappy. How about a
little
smiiile for
us?
Minister:
Aaaaagh...
Cabanela:
Of cooourse, there is
still the
matter of the
other
kidnapping victim...
Cabanela:
But is that really the
only thing that troubles
you, Mr.
Minister?
Minister:
Please, let me think in peace...
until the prison van arrives.
****
Sissel:
I wonder if Lynne
is at the park
yet?
Sissel:
Until we get her
report,
I guess I'll just have to
wait here.
Sissel:
This continued distress
of
the Minister's...
Sissel:
...is there really something
more to it, like the
inspector in
white said?
****
Jowd:
It seems to me the justice
minister
has some kind of
big
problem on his mind.
Jowd:
Why don't you try talking
to him instead of me?
Sissel:
I don't even think he's ready
to
acknowledge my existence yet.
Jowd:
He's an anxious fellow,
yes, but I
bet he knows
when to
accept the truth.
Jowd:
Would his face be so
furrowed otherwise?
Sissel:
(What does one have
to do with the
other?)
****Sissel:
Psst... Hey, Ray!
Are you there...?
Ray:
.........
Sissel:
(I guess he's... gone...)
Sissel:
Don't tell me...
Sissel:
(...he ceased to
exist...?)
****Sissel:
It looks like the little girl
is having sweet
dreams.
Sissel:
Meanwhile, it looks like
"Mama" is still in the
middle of a nightmare.
Emma:
.........
Emma:
"Oh, Mr. Prime Minister!
Squeeze me
tight enough
to take my breath away!"
Emma:
"My darling lady! Let us be free,
spread our wings and fly!"
Emma:
I think I'll edit those lines
out once I'm
back down
on the ground...
Emma:
Being squeezed tight enough
to take one's
breath away is
not as much fun as I thought!
Sissel:
(I guess the novelist is
getting a lesson in
reality...)
****
Sissel:
Hello, Justice Minister.
Minister:
........
Sissel:
How about you finally
admit I do
exist?
Minister:
........
Minister:
That "thank you" I expressed...
Minister:
...that was meant for you.
Sissel:
...!
Minister:
You're a ghost, aren't you?
Minister:
And you
have the power
to control
and manipulate
people, don't you?
Sissel:
No, I don't have that kind of
power. I can't control you.
Minister:
........
Minister:
We've actually known, you
know...
for quite a while now...
Minister:
But I had no idea they were the
powers of the dead, of ghosts...
Sissel:
Known? Known about what?
Minister:
We knew about the existence
of
somebody who could control
others -- a "manipulator."
Jowd:
What's this?!
Minister:
That's why your execution
order
caused me so much
anguish,
Detective Jowd.
Jowd:
Mr. Minister.
Jowd:
Why don't you just
tell us
everything you know?
Minister:
Yes, I suppose I should.
Minister:
You need
to hear it all...
Minister:
...all
about the huge mistake
this foolish man made...
[Manipulator]
Minister:
There are some cases in this
country right now that are
under
a top-secret investigation.
Minister:
Of course, you wouldn't
have known about
them,
Detective Jowd.
Jowd:
Right. They don't share too
much
top-secret information
with
the inmates in prison...
Minister:
There are three prisoners,
including you, in the Special
Prison you just escaped from.
Minister:
All three cases have certain
points in
common.
Jowd:
They do, do they? Tell us more.
Minister:
The rock singer who leaked
national
secrets in his lyrics
during a TV broadcast.
Minister:
The curry-loving fellow who took
the chief
commissioner
hostage
at the Metro Police Department.
Minister:
Neither of these men had a
motive for
their crime. And both
of their crimes were... impossible.
Jowd:
Impossible...?
Minister:
The curry lover had no way of
knowing how to infiltrate the
commissioner's office.
Minister:
And the rock singer had no
way of knowing
the
national
secrets he leaked.
Minister:
The Special Investigation Unit
submitted an
investigative
report to me on them.
Minister:
They concluded that these
men's
criminal
acts were
not of their own volition.
Jowd:
But how could that be...?
Minister:
The theory the Unit came up
with
was the existence of a
"manipulator."
Sissel:
A manipulator, huh...?
Minister:
That's when the Special Prison
was
established as a facility
to research that theory.
[Jowd's case]
Minister:
Some unknown power
has been at
work.
Minister:
These past several
years,
Inspector Cabanela has
been studying these cases.
Jowd:
He has, has he?
Minister:
Manipulating somebody into
committing a criminal act...
According to the inspector...
Minister:
...the first case of its kind was
a
locked room
murder involving
our nation's best detective.
Jowd:
Are you trying to say I was
manipulated somehow
into shooting
Alma?
Jowd:
I appreciate the theory,
but, unfortunately...
Jowd:
...I don't recall
being
"controlled" by anybody.
Jowd:
It's just not possible to
manipulate another's
behavior like that.
Sissel:
(My powers certainly don't
work on
living creatures.)
Minister:
That's what I thought
when I first
heard the
theory, too.
Minister:
However...
Minister:
...I was seriously mistaken,
and it proved to be a big
mistake.
Jowd:
What...?!
[The minister's mistake]
Sissel:
You mentioned a "mistake."
Could
you tell us about it?
Minister:
........
Minister:
I suppose everybody here
has the
right to know.
Minister:
All right,
fine. I'll speak out
loud so that Inspector
Cabanela can hear this,
too.
Minister:
There's something I'd like
the two of you to hear.
Minister:
It's about a mistake
I made.
Minister:
Inspector Cabanela, when
you first made that report
about a
"manipulator"...
Minister:
...I'm afraid I didn't believe it
at all. "Impossible," I thought.
Cabanela:
Perfectly understaaandable,
Mr.
Minister.
Minister:
But... I was wrong. That
kind of
power does exist.
Minister:
And I...
Minister:
...I learned the truth
of that firsthand.
Cabanela:
What's thiiis...?
Minister:
A month ago, I signed the order
to
carry out Detective Jowd's
execution.
Minister:
However... that act wasn't
of my own volition.
Minister:
I was being
"controlled."
Cabanela:
What?! You never told me
about
this, Mr. Minister!
Minister:
What's going on? Th-This
document... What am I doing?!
Minister:
No! I
mustn't... sign it...!
Minister:
Wait! Don't deliver...
that document...!
Minister:
That's when it started.
Minister:
That's when
all of my fear,
despair
and suffering began.
[Fear, despair and suffering]
Minister:
At the time, it didn't even
cross
my mind that I had
been
"manipulated."
Minister:
And my memory of the event
was only hazy, at best.
Sissel:
(Hmm, so the memory of
being
manipulated doesn't
clearly
remain, eh...?)
Minister:
Signing execution orders is
part of
a justice minister's job.
Minister:
At the time...
Minister:
...I just thought my psyche
was rebelling against the
task.
Minister:
But
the next day,
it dawned on me.
Minister:
I remembered Inspector
Cabanela's report
on the
existence of a manipulator.
Minister:
As a minister of justice,
I couldn't admit
what
had
happened to me.
Minister:
"I only signed the execution
order because I was being
controlled."
Minister:
If something like that got
out, this nation's judicial
system
would crumble!
Minister:
Besides, I had no evidence
to present that I had
actually
been
"controlled."
Minister:
So, in the end, I couldn't
admit to anybody what
had
happened...
Cabanela:
Hmm... I suppose... But it
sounds a
bit like an excuse.
Cabanela:
You
should've at least
told us, Mr. Minister.
Minister:
Yes! Yes, I know... I should have.
I was... running away from
the
problem.
Minister:
And then my wife found out I
was worried about something.
Sissel:
Well, if you go around with
an
expression like that, I
guess
it's bound to happen...
Minister:
I explained it to her, and
she was
dead set against
the way I
was handling it.
Emma:
If you don't withdraw that order
and tell everyone the truth
immediately, I'm moving out!
Minister:
And then, with the
kidnapping
tonight...
Minister:
...with it thrust
under my
nose like that, I could no
longer deny my mistake.
Minister:
This
"manipulator"
comes upon
us from somewhere unseen.
Minister:
That's why I've been keeping
my
distance
from everybody.
Sissel:
So that's why you've
been telling
people
to "stay back"...
So there's somebody
else besides me
with
the powers of the
dead.
I'm fine with that.
After all, I already knew
about a
certain desk lamp...
What I'm not fine with is the fact
that person can control
and
manipulate living creatures.
That's certainly not
something I
can do.
Apparently, different ghosts
get
different ghost tricks...
Minister:
But I never imagined
that
tonight...
Minister:
...I would find out
where this
kind of power comes from.
Cabanela:
Where it comes from...?
Minister:
Inspector Cabanela...
Minister:
...this
"manipulator" is a
ghost, a
departed spirit.
Cabanela:
A spirit...?!
Minister:
As a matter of fact, there's a
ghost talking to us right now.
Cabanela:
Wha...
Cabanela:
What did
you say?!
Cabanela:
Jowd!
Don't tell me you
can hear
this ghost, too?!
Jowd:
I'd say the only person who
CAN'T
hear him is you.
Cabanela:
"Spirit"...? "Ghost"...?
Gods in
heaven...
Cabanela:
Excuse me, Mr.
Minister. I
suddenly have some urgent
business to attend to!
Cabanela:
I
recommend you
think
long and hard before making
your final decision, sir.
Minister:
Inspector!
Lynne:
This is Lynne! I'm at the park!
Minister:
We've been waiting to
hear from
you! Have you
found the
evidence?
Lynne:
Well, uh... The situation here
is...
It's kind of difficult
to explain...
Lynne:
Sissel! If you're there, come
to the park immediately!
Minister:
It looks like your help
is needed,
Sissel.
Sissel:
Yeah, I guess so, huh?
****
Sissel:
I never saw that coming.
Sissel:
The minister was being
controlled,
huh?
Minister:
I'm truly sorry, Detective Jowd.
I
have no excuse to offer
you...
Jowd:
You know, maybe
it was all for the
best.
Minister:
What... do you mean...?
Jowd:
If you had never
been
manipulated...
Jowd:
...you never would've
believed
the power existed.
Jowd:
After all, you're a "realist," right?
Jowd:
It
just goes
to show you, you
never know when even the
worst things can turn out
good.
Minister:
Detective Jowd... I... I don't
know
what to say...
Jowd:
All right, Sissel. You'd
better go
help Lynne.
Jowd:
She's a good
kid, but she's
got a habit of taking on
other people's problems.
Sissel:
Yeah. I know.
(Let's see... She's
in Temsik Park, eh?)
****
Minister:
I knew, actually... right
from the
beginning.
Sissel:
Knew what?
Minister:
That you saved my life, the
first
time we met tonight...
Sissel:
Oh, that.
Minister:
When I talked about that
miserable,
pathetic, short-
sighted,
disgraceful man...
Minister:
...I knew I was talking about
me. I hated who I had
become.
Minister:
But you helped me
appreciate the truth.
Minister:
Now I truly understand the
wonderful
support I’ve been
getting from so many.
Minister:
Including that of
my loving
family.
Sissel:
I'm glad to hear that.
Minister:
I'm starting to realize
what a
lucky man I am.
Minister:
And it’s all
thanks to you.
****
Sissel:
Hmm... I wonder why the
inspector
in white went
running out
like that?
Sissel:
But I'm more concerned
about Lynne. She looked
really upset.
Sissel:
(I'd
better go see her... fast.)
****Bailey:
I can't take much more of this!
Bailey:
When is that
chief supposed
to get here, anyway?!
Co-worker:
How should I know?
You're the one who
talked
to him, ain't ya?
Bailey:
Aaaagh! I feel that
feeling coming on...
Bailey:
Shall I... dance...?
Co-worker:
Hey, don't get me
involved in this.
Bailey:
All you have to do is
say the word "Panic"!
Bailey:
Just say the word
and I'll do it!
Co-worker:
No way. I'm not gonna
be responsible for that.
Bailey:
Aaaaaargh!
Bailey:
Please! Won't somebody just
say
the word "Panic" to me?!
****Sissel:
I sense somebody's presence
in this dimly-lit
place.
Pigeon Man:
When the morning comes,
I think I'll
leave this town.
Pigeon Man:
This place has too many
memories... and I'm just
too
weary...
Sissel:
("When the morning comes,"
eh? Must be
nice...)
Sissel:
(The morning will
never come for me...)
Lynne calls, and I oblige.
I take off toward Temsik Park...
...the place where clearly,
something big is taking place.
The manipulator...
The person whose very existence
sheds new light on everything:
Detective Jowd's "crime,"
the
execution orders,
and even...
my own death.
Could it be...?
Could Lynne have
been...
...manipulated into shooting me?