Lost memories of self...

A forgotten murder case...

A dead guy and a detective
joined forces to find out the
truth behind them both.

The detective assigned
the dead guy a task:

To sneak into the prison and
find out a certain prisoner's
schedule for tomorrow.

What should I care? I don't have
a schedule for tomorrow...

That's how I'm feeling
about it at the moment.

Sissel:
I wonder how that detective
who keeps dying is doing?
Hope she's still alive.

Sissel:
I bet she's pretty pleased
with herself...

Sissel:
...keeping so much of
the Reaper's attention
focused on her.

Sissel:
That "little lady" is
waiting for her at
the Chicken Kitchen.

Sissel:
After I take care of this
assignment, I'd better
head there, too.

****

 Officer:
It's all over... It's all over for me...

Officer:
Lynne -- sweet, cute Lynne,
who shines as bright as the
sun -- ran away on me...

Officer:
And then those detectives --
matching bookends, blue
and green -- yelled at me...

Pigeon Man:
Hmph. Forget about all that.
Now you listen to me, kid.

Officer:
Yes, sir...?

Pigeon Man:
Your "bright as the sun"
Lynne probably doesn't
even know you exist.

Pigeon Man:
And those detectives
will probably yell at
you your whole life.

Pigeon Man:
Never mind fretting about
every little setback. Enjoy your
life! Get what you can out of it.

Officer:
Mister...

Officer:
Would you mind just
leaving me alone?

****

Ray:
Ah, welcome back!
How is it going?

Ray:
Have you solved all
of your mysteries?

Sissel:
Can't you tell by my face?

Ray:
I did see your face,
but I asked anyway.

Sissel:
(Smart-alecky light
fixture...)

Sissel:
The lady detective and I
decided to join forces.

Sissel:
She and I are connected
somehow... I just know it.

Ray:
Oh! That's fine news!

Sissel:
(Look at him wriggle
happily...)

Ray:
Tonight, you and she
both suffered misfortune.

Ray:
But if you combine her
bad luck and yours...

Ray:
...it makes great good fortune.

Ray:
Remember that.

Sissel:
I dunno. By my math, bad
luck plus bad luck equals
a whole lotta bad luck.

Ray:
You should check your figures.

****

Sissel:
The passionate typing
continues on.

Sissel:
She wears her fingers away
as she spins her tale of love.

Amelie:
Good luck, Mama.

Sissel:
She's a sharp-tongued little
girl, but she still supports
her mother's dreams...

Amelie:
...And please get out
of that business as
quickly as possible.

Sissel:
Hmm, I guess not.

****

Sissel:
The entrance to a nearly-
deserted, dimly-lit park.

Sissel:
The sad voice of a
young man drifts over
to me on the breeze...

Rindge:
I have to use the restroom...

Rindge:
But if I leave my post, I just
know I'll miss something.

Rindge:
Come to think of it...

Rindge:
...that annoying leaflet guy
disappeared when I used
the restroom earlier.

Rindge:
Darn it. It's almost time...

Rindge:
Which will show up first,
my mark, or the end of
my ability to hold out?

****

Officer:
You know, sometimes
I get the feeling...

Officer:
I just want to crawl into a hole.

Officer:
And just maybe, this is the
entrance to my true destiny...

Pigeon Man:
Go ahead.

Pigeon Man:
Here, I'll even push
the "close" button for you.

Sissel:
(It doesn't look like I need
to come back here for a
while...)

****

Sissel:
I don't see any customers
declaring their love
for chicken tonight.

Sissel:
(I hear singing coming
from the kitchen.)

Chef:
La la la! I love you!
Right down to the
marrow of your bones!

Chef:
But your marrow is
nothing compared to your
glorious meat! La la la!

Sissel:
He's not a bad singer.
(I guess Lynne isn't
here yet.)

Sissel:
(I have a job to do. I'd
better get to that first.)

****

Sissel:
I don't hear anything.
I guess nobody's here.

Sissel:
The darkness and quiet
are relaxing, but there's
no sense in staying here.

Sissel:
The mechanical murder
machine in this room...

Sissel:
It must've been set up
by that old pigeon guy.

Sissel:
But what in the world for?

****

Sissel:
I don't see any
customers who dream
of chicken tonight.

Sissel:
(I hear singing coming
from the kitchen.)

Chef:
La la la! If I were
a plump, juicy chicken...!

Chef:
I'd hop into the pan myself,
and leap onto the customer's
plate! La la la!

Sissel:
He's not a bad singer.
(I guess Lynne isn't
here yet.)

Sissel:
(I have a job to do. I'd
better get to that first.)

****

 Co-worker:
So how are the preparations
coming along?

Bailey:
I think they're taking
care of them right now.

Co-worker:
Yeah? Man... I'm not looking
forward to this...

Bailey:
That kind of surprises me,
coming from you. I didn't know
you thought about such things.

Bailey:
........

Bailey:
By the way, that was me
being sarcastic. Just in
case you didn't catch that...

Co-worker:
Two more hours...
and then it's time...

Bailey:
I guess we should just
get back to work.

Co-worker:
Yeah, I guess you're right.

Sissel:
(The atmosphere sure
seems tense...)

Sissel:
(I guess I'll just get back
to my work as well.)

Lynne:
I want you to go find out
a certain prisoner's work
schedule for tomorrow.

Lynne:
Yes, the prisoners are given
different job details every day.

Lynne:
Each prisoner's schedule for
the next day is written on a
small blackboard in his cell.

Lynne:
His prisoner number is D99.

Sissel:
(All righty, then...)

Sissel:
(How do I get to
these "cells"...?)

Sissel:
(I'd better try to get some
information here first.)

****

 Co-worker:
Hey, Bailey.

Co-worker:
Whatsa matter, you can't even
pin up a memo properly?

Co-worker:
Lemme see this thing...
"Take Prisoner C38 to
the telephone room."

Bailey:
Yes, he just made a request to
use the phone a little while ago.

Co-worker:
You already told me that earlier.
C38, eh?

Co-worker:
What did that
punk do, anyway?

Bailey:
You never heard the story? About
the "Secret Rendezvous" case?

Co-worker:
Secret who-what?

Bailey:
C38 was a singer in a band.

Bailey:
His group was playing a concert
that was being broadcast all
over the country live.

Bailey:
And right in the middle
of their encore, there
was a "huge incident."

Co-worker:
A "huge incident"? What was
it, a murder or something?

Bailey:
In a way, it was even worse
than a murder, because it had
to do with national secrets.

Co-worker:
Huuuh? National secrets?
A rock band...? I'm lost.

Bailey:
The song they were
doing was called
"Secret Rendezvous."

Bailey:
But the lyrics C38 was
singing were completely
different from usual.

Co-worker:
So how is that a
"huge incident"?

Bailey:
Because the new lyrics
exposed all of the nation's
dark, seamy secrets...

Bailey:
Budget misappropriations,
foreign economic strategies,
illicit dealings -- everything.

Bailey:
He was caught red-handed
in the act of leaking
national secrets.

Co-worker:
........Seriously?

Bailey:
The case sent shockwaves
throughout the country.

Co-worker:
But it doesn't make any
sense! In the first place...

Co-worker:
...how would a rock singer know
any top-secret information?

Bailey:
It's a complete mystery.

Co-worker:
What?! Why don't they
just ask C38 himself?!

Bailey:
Maybe they did, but
they haven't released
anything about it.

Bailey:
Apparently, it's all a matter
of national secrecy...

Co-worker:
Hmph.

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
Would you quit throwing
my important duty memos
away?!

Co-worker:
Hey, Bailey.

Co-worker:
Try pinning up your memos
a little better next time.

Co-worker:
Lemme see this thing...
"Inspection, Prisoner C74."

Bailey:
Oh, it's almost time for
that. I'd better prepare.

Co-worker:
Prisoner C74, eh?

Co-worker:
What did that big
whale do, anyway?

Bailey:
You don't know? About the "Metro
Police Department Siege" case?

Co-worker:
Metro who-what?

Bailey:
C74 barricaded himself into
the Metro Police Department
and took siege of the place.

Bailey:
He even pointed a huge
flamethrower at the
chief commissioner.

Co-worker:
Why the heck did
he do all that?

Bailey:
That's what the detectives who
surrounded him asked, too. "What
are your demands?!" they asked.

Co-worker:
And...?

Bailey:
The guy looked confused,
thought about it for a
while, and said...

Bailey:
"Bring me five servings of
curry and rice, on the double!"

Co-worker:
Curry and rice?! That's it?

Bailey:
Unfortunately, no. After
he was done eating...

Bailey:
...he torched the commissioner's
office. With the flamethrower.
Torched it good.

Bailey:
Important documents -- and
the commissioner's moustache --
were destroyed by the flames.

Co-worker:
What the heck did
he do all that for?!

Bailey:
"Because the curry
was too spicy," he said.

Co-worker:
Huh?

Bailey:
"It was too spicy, and
I just lost it," he said.

Co-worker:
........Seriously?

Bailey:
The case sent shockwaves
throughout the country.

Co-worker:
But it doesn't make any
sense! In the first place...

Co-worker:
...how did a huge, armed guy
make it all the way in to the
commissioner's office alone?

Bailey:
It's a complete mystery.

Co-worker:
What?! Why don't they
just ask C74 himself?!

Bailey:
Maybe they did, but
they haven't released
anything about it.

Bailey:
Apparently, it's all a matter
of national secrecy...

Co-worker:
Hmph.

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
Would you quit throwing
my important duty memos
away?!

Co-worker:
Hey, Bailey.

Co-worker:
Lemme see this thing...
"Bring dinner to Prisoner D99."

Bailey:
The chef is preparing it
for him right now.

Co-worker:
Ooh. How fancy.

Co-worker:
D99, eh? Even I know
about this one.

Bailey:
Yeah...?

Bailey:
Such a sad case...
Hard for us, too...

Co-worker:
He shot his wife, didn't
he? Right in front of a
family member...

Bailey:
........

Co-worker:
It's just awful. Why in
the world did he do it?!

Co-worker:
Why would HE do something
like that, of all people...?

Bailey:
The motive, everything --
all a complete mystery.

Co-worker:
It's just ridiculous! It doesn't
make sense that he would do
anything like that!

Bailey:
I don't know the details,
but, apparently...

Bailey:
...this case is a matter of
national secrecy as well...

Co-worker:
I don't get it. None of
it makes any sense!

Bailey:
You do know what kind of
prison this is, don't you?

Bailey:
It's a special prison built just for
these kinds of special cases...

Bailey:
That D99... Who knows what
he's thinking -- or hiding --
behind that beard of his...?

Co-worker:
........I don't like any of it.

Co-worker:
I knew I couldn't take my job
seriously without it getting
to me.

Sissel:
So the prisoner I'm looking
for, D99, was convicted
of murder, eh?

Sissel:
(And he apparently
has a beard.)

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
Would you quit throwing
my important duty memos
away?!

Co-worker:
It's time.

Co-worker:
There! It's done!

Co-worker:
Hey, Bailey.

Co-worker:
Would you quit sending
these memos over here?

Bailey:
No.

Co-worker:
Huh?

Bailey:
Not until I figure out how you
always know the exact instant
a memo starts falling...

Bailey:
Not until I solve that mystery!

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
Next time! I WILL find
the answer next time!

Sissel:
(I guess it's time to try
and find a new path.)

****

 Sissel:
I'm guessing that's the kid
they were talking about...

Sissel:
The one who sang the
national secrets.

Sissel:
(If he's a prisoner, he must've
come from the cells...)

****

 Sissel:
So this is the thing that
was making that horrible
noise a second ago.

Sissel:
I guess it's a way for
this spiky-haired youth
to express himself.

Sissel:
Sentiments like, "I'm hungry,"
or "I'm thirsty," maybe...

Sissel:
Something primitive
like that, I bet...

Spiky:
Peace out!

Spiky:
I'm done.

Guard:
All right, C38! Back to your cell!

Spiky:
Hey, guard man, how about
givin' me a little space?

Spiky:
That craaazy walk of
yours is dangerous, man!

Guard:
A proper walk for a properly-
lead life! Now, let's go!

Spiky:
Yo! No lectures, man...
I walk my own path, my
own way, to my own music!
So I finally made it to the cells.

Now to find Prisoner D99
and check out his work
schedule for tomorrow.

What could Lynne possibly
want with that information...?

Spiky:
Damn!

Spiky:
Don't think I can take
another second in
this stinkin' pit!

Spiky:
Looks like guard man is gone.

Spiky:
All this waitin' is wipin' me out!
Hope this one'll finally do it!

Spiky:
Go, go, GO!

Spiky:
C'mon, Sausage Head!

****

 Sissel:
Hmm...

Sissel:
This prisoner obviously isn't
the one I'm looking for.

Sissel:
Prisoner D99 has a beard.

Sissel:
(There's one of those
little blackboards Lynne
said would be in the cells.)

Sissel:
Maybe I should check
out Spiky's schedule
for tomorrow...

****

 Sissel:
(There's a pad of note papers
hanging on the wall.)

Sissel:
(There's a red "O"
drawn on each one.)

Sissel:
(I think it's some kind of
letter or symbol, but I don't
recall what it means.)

****

Sissel:
(There's a pad of note papers
hanging on the wall.)

Sissel:
(There's a red "X"
drawn on each one.)

Sissel:
(I think it's some kind of
letter or symbol, but I don't
recall what it means.)

****

 Sissel:
So this is one of those little
blackboards Lynne mentioned.

Sissel:
Let me just give it a little read...

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Tonight...)

Sissel:
(...I lost a lot of things --
my life, my memory...)

Sissel:
(But there's a certain skill
I've apparently lost, too...)

Sissel:
I can't read!

Sissel:
I can see that there's some kind
of "writing" on the blackboard...

Sissel:
But I have absolutely no
idea what it means!

Sissel:
(If I can't read Prisoner D99's
work schedule for tomorrow...)

Sissel:
(...What do I do now?)

****

 Sissel:
What am I supposed to
report back to Lynne now?

Sissel:
If I tell her "I couldn't
read it," she'll kill me!

Sissel:
(But, actually, I guess I
don't have to worry about
that one too much...)

Sissel:
Anyway...

Sissel:
I might as well try to
find Prisoner D99's cell.

Sissel:
Hopefully, I'll at least be
able to find out something
while I'm there.

Sissel:
I can't go back to
Lynne empty-handed!

Sissel:
(But, of course, a ghost
doesn't actually have
hands...)

****

 Sissel:
I still can't read...

Sissel:
But I'd better go check out
Prisoner D99's cell anyway.

Sissel:
Maybe I can find some
kind of information that
might help Lynne out.

Sissel:
(Besides...)

Sissel:
(I want to see what
this prisoner Lynne is
investigating looks like...)

****

 Sissel:
This telephone...

Sissel:
It looks like it's an internal
line only. It doesn't call
outside the prison.

Sissel:
So the only places I can go
with this telephone are...

Sissel:
...other phones within
the building that I've
already possessed.

****

 Sissel:
Hmm... An
emergency button.

Sissel:
An emergency... in a
prison. That's gotta be
a pretty bad situation.

Sissel:
I'll just give it a little try...

Spiky:
Go, go, GO!

Sissel:
I caused quite an
uproar, I guess.

Sissel:
And I bet each prisoner
reacts differently to the
alarm...

Sissel:
It might be fun to watch.

Sissel:
(Let's see... If I want to
change my view, I can
slide the screen...)

Sissel:
(Or I can use [D-Pad] to do
the same thing. Guess I'll
take a little look around...)

Sissel:
Maybe their behavior
will give me a clue
about my next step.

Guard:
All clear!

****

 Sissel:
So if I sound the alarm, it
gets people moving, eh?

Sissel:
Maybe I can use
their movements
to get around, myself.

Sissel:
(That way, I can get
an idea...)

Sissel:
(...of what's going on
in each cell.)

****

 Sissel:
By the looks of him...

Sissel:
...that must be the curry-
lover from the police
department siege case.

Sissel:
But never mind that!
Where did he go?!

Sissel:
(What's going on in
this cell?)

Sissel:
Anyway, there's a little
blackboard here, too.

Sissel:
(Just to be safe...)

Sissel:
(...maybe I'd better check
the curry-lover's schedule
for tomorrow, too.)

****

 Sissel:
By the looks of him...

Sissel:
...this must be the curry-
lover from the police
department siege case.

Sissel:
But never mind that! Where
did he just come from?!

Sissel:
(What's going on in
this cell?)

Sissel:
Anyway, there's a little
blackboard here, too.

Sissel:
(Just to be safe...)

Sissel:
(...maybe I'd better check
the curry-lover's schedule
for tomorrow, too.)

 ****

 Sissel:
It looks like the curry-
lover comes back when
he hears the bell.

Sissel:
I can't make heads or tails
out of his behavior once
he gets back, though...

Sissel:
(But this prisoner isn't
the one I'm looking for.)

Sissel:
(I'll just chalk this guy up
to "it takes all kinds"...)

Sissel:
I'd better try to find a
path to D99's cell.

****

Sissel:
What is this guy doing?

Sissel:
Maybe he misses curry
so much he's trying to
eat the dirt instead?

Sissel:
Yeah, that's probably it.
Or... I could be wrong.

Sissel:
In any case, I think there
was a phrase that describes
just this kind of situation...

Sissel:
Oh, yeah. I know what it is:
"Outlook not so good."

Sissel:
(This path doesn't lead
anywhere. I think I'd better
try to find another one.)

****

 Sissel:
It looks like some kind
of control panel. I think
I can manipulate it...

Sissel:
I think it must already be
on... and I can't turn it off.

Sissel:
(I guess there's no need
to fool around with it.)

****

 Guard:
Is everything all set?

Guard:
They said they're
still getting ready.

Guard:
We haven't had one of these
things in a long time...

Guard:
Yeah. They said they had
to clear away the dust and
do some maintenance.

Guard:
Hey... What do you
think about it?

Guard:
I don't think we should
talk about it now.

Guard:
........

Guard:
I just hope nothing goes wrong.

****

 Sissel:
Whenever I see a lever,
I just feel like I HAVE to
try it out, for some reason.

Sissel:
But when nothing happens,
it just REALLY makes me
mad, for some reason...

Sissel:
(Looks like I got all
excited over nothing.)

****

Sissel:
Same thing here...

Sissel:
It looks like this is just
an internal phone, too.
It doesn't call outside.

Sissel:
So the only places I can go
with this telephone are...

Sissel:
...other phones within
the building that I've
already possessed.

****

Jowd:
Hmm...

 Sissel:
What a strange cell...

Sissel:
And the prisoner inside
it... He seems to be...
enjoying himself.

Sissel:
This is the last cell
in this area.

Sissel:
So that means that this
man humming to himself
must be Prisoner D99.

Sissel:
According to what
the guards said...

Co-worker:
D99, eh? Even I know
about this one.

Bailey:
Yeah...?

 Co-worker:
He shot his wife, didn't
he? Right in front of a
family member...

Sissel:
What in the world
really happened?

Sissel:
And why is Lynne
so concerned
about this prisoner?

Sissel:
I don't know the answers,
and I guess there's no
need for me to know.

Sissel:
I have only one objective.

Sissel:
And that's to find out what
this painter's work schedule
is for tomorrow.

****

 Sissel:
Photos, eh? I wonder if
these are of his family?

Sissel:
This one looks like a young
woman holding a baby.

Sissel:
Their faces have been
blotted out with black paint.

Sissel:
Did he do it out of hatred,
or some other emotion?

Sissel:
Thankfully, that's
not something I need
to know right now.

****

 Sissel:
A newspaper article has
been cut out and framed.

Sissel:
I'll just give it a little read...

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Tonight...)

Sissel:
(...I lost a lot of things --
my life, my memory...)

Sissel:
(But there's a certain skill
I've apparently lost, too...)

Sissel:
I can't read!

Sissel:
I can tell the article contains
some kind of "writing"...

Sissel:
But I have absolutely no
idea what it means!

Sissel:
(If I can't read Prisoner D99's
work schedule for tomorrow...)

Sissel:
(...What do I do now?!)

Sissel:
In the article...

Sissel:
...there's a picture of
the alleged culprit.

Sissel:
(Yup. It's this
prisoner all right.)

****

 Sissel:
What am I supposed to
report back to Lynne now?

Sissel:
If I tell her "I couldn't
read it," she'll kill me!

Sissel:
(But, actually, I guess I
don't have to worry about
that one too much...)

Sissel:
Anyway...

Sissel:
I might as well take
a look around.

Sissel:
Hopefully, I'll at least be
able to find out something
while I'm here.

Sissel:
I can't go back to
Lynne empty-handed!

Sissel:
(But, of course, a ghost
doesn't actually have
hands...)

****

 Sissel:
A newspaper article has
been cut out and framed.

Sissel:
Unfortunately,
I can't read it...

Sissel:
It's probably about D99's
case -- "Man Murders Wife,"
or something like that.

Sissel:
There's a picture of
the alleged culprit
in the article.

Sissel:
(Yup. It's this
prisoner all right.)

****

 Sissel:
So, the work schedule for
tomorrow of Prisoner D99...

Sissel:
...the information Lynne's
looking for, should be written
on this blackboard.

Sissel:
Unfortunately, I've lost
the ability to read...

Sissel:
(...but here I am, anyway. The
least I can do is take a look.)

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Huh? What could this mean?)

Sissel:
There's nothing written
on the board at all.

Sissel:
(I think something was
written on the blackboards
of the other prisoners...)

Sissel:
(...but this board is as
clean and blank as the
day it was hung there...)
So I have the answer
Lynne was looking for.

Tomorrow's work schedule
for Prisoner D99 is...

..."nothing."

Would this information
mean anything to her?

It's not up to me
to know or care.

That's how I feel at
the moment, anyway.

****

 Sissel:
Not being able to read,
I was wondering how this
was going to turn out...

Sissel:
Some things in this
world can be "read"
even if one can't read.

Sissel:
"Prisoner D99's work schedule
for tomorrow is blank."

Sissel:
I'd better get this
important information
to Lynne as fast as I can.

****

 Sissel:
Nope, nothing written
on this blackboard.

Sissel:
I wonder if that means
he'll spend the day
painting, like today?

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
That must be what it means.
Yeah... That must be it.

****

 Guard:
D99! Dinner!

Jowd:
Quite a feast tonight, I see.

Jowd:
Ahh, and I'm absolutely
crazy about this chicken.

Guard:
........

Jowd:
It's too bad it's all cold
and hard, though...

Jowd:
I'd say it's been about two
hours since it was cooked,
judging from the way it feels.

Guard:
........

Guard:
D99...?

Guard:
I know it's kind of
pointless to ask now...

Guard:
But just the same, I
still want to know.

Guard:
Why did you do it?

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
 I agree. It's pointless to ask now.

Jowd:
My case is colder than this
chicken, and has been
forgotten by everybody.

Jowd:
Myself included.

Guard:
Detective Jowd...

Jowd:
Now, then!

Jowd:
Let me eat in peace, before
it gets too cold to cut!

Guard:
........

Guard:
There's one more thing
I've been wondering
for a long time.

Jowd:
What's that?

Guard:
Who is that man in the painting?

Jowd:
Oh, this?

Jowd:
Well, being in prison
like this, you start to
forget faces, you know?

Jowd:
So I paint the faces that
I don't want to forget.

Jowd:
And this is the last
of those faces...

Jowd:
Now, could you leave
me alone for a bit?

Jowd:
Let a man eat in peace.

Guard:
Okay, sure. Sorry to bother you.

Sissel:
What in the world...?

Sissel:
What in the world
could this mean...?

Sissel:
Why is there a painting
of me in this man's cell?
Who exactly is this prisoner?

The man whose case Lynne
is investigating is painting
a picture of me in his cell!

I have to go see Lynne... fast.

And not for her sake.

For mine. To solve this
"mystery of me"...

****

 Sissel:
This telephone doesn't
connect to the outside.

Sissel:
And I've got questions
I want to ask Lynne.

Sissel:
I've gotta get to a place
that has an external
line... and fast!

****

 Sissel:
I'd better not set off the
emergency alarm right now.

Sissel:
The inside of my head
is already in a state of
emergency as it is...

****

 Sissel:
It's no use...

Sissel:
No matter how many times
I try, I still can't read what
it says.

Sissel:
But this blackboard is
different from the one
in Prisoner D99's cell.

Sissel:
I can tell something is
written on this one.

Sissel:
(I'm glad my task wasn't
to find out what this
particular board says...)

****

Sissel:
Even time is like a
caged animal here.

Sissel:
Nothing appears changed
since the last time I visited.

Sissel:
Spiky is still making
that horrible noise.

Sissel:
The bearded painter
is still attacking his
meal with gusto.

Sissel:
The curry-lover is still
dreaming dreams of curry.

Sissel:
My time will soon be locked
away from me as well.

Sissel:
I can't waste what I have
left. I'd better get going.

****

 Chief:
This is headquarters. What's
the status over there?

Bailey:
Oh, Chief! It's you!

Bailey:
They're making preparations
now. No problems, sir!

Chief:
How much longer, then?

Bailey:
One more hour, sir.

Chief:
I see. Carry on, then.

Chief:
Oh, one more thing.

Chief:
Inspector Cabanela
wishes to speak with you.

Cabanela:
Evening. Cabanela here.
How you boys doin'?

Bailey:
Inspector Cabanela!
Fine, sir!

Cabanela:
You got another little call tonight,
didn't you? From my baby?

Bailey:
From Lynne...? Uh, well, yes...

Cabanela:
Did my girl have anything...
iiinteresting to say?

Bailey:
Uh, not especially. She hung
up almost immediately.

Cabanela:
I seeeee...

Cabanela:
Next time she gives you a buzz,
be sure to let me know riiight
away. Thaaat's a good fellow.

Bailey:
Yes, sir.

Cabanela:
You try to cover it up, and
I'm sure you'll regret it
very much. Veeery much.

Bailey:
Yes, sir! I'll call you right
away, sir! Immediately!

Cabanela:
Don't forget. She's a
fugitive, after all...

Bailey:
Yes, sir.

Cabanela:
Carry on, then. I might
"pop in" a little later.

Bailey:
Yes, sir! Looking forward
to seeing you, sir!

****

 Sissel:
Lynne should be heading for
the Chicken Kitchen now.

Sissel:
But the call from
police headquarters
intrigues me, too.

Sissel:
(It's looking pretty obvious
right now. That white-suited
inspector suspects Lynne.)

Sissel:
(And she's being
considered a fugitive...
This is not good...)

Sissel:
Wonder if I should go check
in on the chief and the
inspector in white, too?

****

 Bailey:
Inspector Cabanela seems
to be looking for her, too...

Bailey:
...Your Lynne, I mean.

Co-worker:
Inspector Cabanela? What would
the Special Investigation Unit want
with Lynne?

Bailey:
I don't know. I guess something
happened that we don't know about.

Co-worker:
Tonight, of all nights.

Bailey:
Inspector Cabanela must
be upset tonight, too.

Bailey:
Weren't he and Prisoner D99 --
Detective Jowd -- good friends?

Co-worker:
You sure about that? If they
were such good friends...

Co-worker:
...how come Inspector Cabanela
never came to visit him?

Bailey:
He's the head of
Special Investigation.
He's a very busy man.

Bailey:
Wh-What's wrong?

Co-worker:
Jowd was my hero, you
know. I wanted to be a
detective because of him.

Co-worker:
But look at me!

Co-worker:
Rottin' away in a place
like this! And I can't even
do anything to help Lynne...

Co-worker:
What am I doing with my life?!

Bailey:
........

Bailey:
Th-This new side of you
is kind of... endearing...

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
Anyway, the thing to
do is work at fixing what
you can, little by little.

Bailey:
Like, for example, your
house of cards. It
collapsed, you know.

Co-worker:
*groan*

****

Ray: Ah, so how has it been
since we last met?

Sissel:
I feel like that red-head's
turned me into her lackey.

Ray:
Ah, that's good. I'm glad
to see you two are getting
along so well.

Sissel:
I have to go meet up
with her at the restaurant...

Sissel:
(...but there's some activity
down at police headquarters
that's got me curious, too.)

Ray:
Police headquarters, you say?

Sissel:
They seem serious about
capturing Lynne.

Ray:
I see...

Ray:
Sounds to me like things
are beginning to escalate.

Ray:
It's probably best to check
out anything that catches
your interest.

Sissel:
Yeah, that's what
I was thinking, too.

Ray:
No time to be standing
around here, talking to
a desk lamp!

Sissel:
(Says the one who's only
capable of standing around.)

****

Sissel:
Is it just my imagination,
or is the typing even
more ardent than before?

Sissel:
It sounds like the tale of
love is reaching its climax.

Sissel:
The little girl appears
to be asleep.

Sissel:
She's probably having
some pleasant dream
or another...

Amelie:
Papa, help!

Amelie:
I'm gonna be killed!

Sissel:
Hmm, I guess not.

****

Minister:
If only I could catch a
breeze and fly away!

Minister:
Or maybe even just
catch a cold...

Minister:
If I caught a cold, would
Emma take pity on me?

Minister:
Would Amelie cry for me?
No, I don't think she would...

Minister:
Why would she?!

Minister:
.......

Minister:
Oh, if only I could blow up and
fly into a million pieces...!

Sissel:
I don't think I need to
come back here again
for a while.

****

Sissel:
The Chicken Kitchen...

Sissel:
This is where that little
lady and Lynne are
supposed to meet.

Sissel:
But...

Sissel:
I don't see either
one of them here.

Sissel:
(I guess they haven't
shown up yet.)

Sissel:
No sense wasting time
just standing around
waiting for them.

Sissel:
Maybe I can check
some other place out
in the meantime?

Sissel:
(Like police headquarters...)

Sissel:
(Lynne is apparently being
treated as a fugitive there...)

Sissel:
(Is that white-suited
inspector really on
Lynne's side?)

****

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Co-worker:
..........

Bailey:
What do you think of my
quirky behaviour?! Surprised?

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
You seemed bored, so I
thought I'd wake you up.

Bailey:
You can call that my "Gotcha!"
move! What do you think?

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
Hey, wait a minute...

Bailey:
Are you... dead...?

Co-worker:
Dead? Of course not.

Bailey:
Oh, thank goodness!

Bailey:
I thought I'd surprise you,
but you surprised me!

Bailey:
You're good.
Oh, you're good...

Co-worker:
........

Bailey:
You're good.

****

 Chief:
Preparations seem to be going
smoothly over at the prison,
eh, Inspector Cabanela?

Cabanela:
........

Chief:
We were just a little too late...
So close, eh, Inspector?

Cabanela:
We still have a little time
left, Chief. Not much, but
some.

Cabanela:
We've had Point X
surrounded all night.

Cabanela:
If he shows up, we can nab him,
and we can still make it.

Chief:
By the way...

Chief:
What's going on with that other
case? The junkyard murder?

Chief:
She did it, eh? No
question about it?

Cabanela:
........

Cabanela:
She's a bad little baby...

Cabanela:
Disappearing from the
scene like that. Wonder
where she ran off to play?

Sissel:
What did he just say...?

Sissel:
"She did it."
Did I hear that right?

Sissel:
(I think they were talking
about the culprit who
killed me...)

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(N-No way...)

****

 Chief:
I just don't believe it. Why
would she do a thing like that?

Cabanela:
'Fraid I don't have the answers
for you, Chief. I don't want to
believe it any more than you do.

Cabanela:
And yet...

Cabanela:
After seeing this, maybe
we don't have any other
choice but to believe, baby...

Chief:
Is that the security camera tape the
investigation unit just delivered?

Chief:
I can't deny...

Chief:
...it's some pretty solid
evidence against her...

Cabanela:
Evidence...

Cabanela:
Nothing like it, baby...

Chief:
Hmph! Why a murder
case now, on such an
important night?!

Cabanela:
Tsk, tsk. I think you
have that wrong, Chief.

Cabanela:
A murder case now, for
the very reason that it IS
such an important night.

****

 Sissel:
Before I go find Lynne at
the Chicken Kitchen...

Sissel:
...it sounds like there's an
important piece of info
here I shouldn't miss.

Sissel:
("Pretty solid evidence,"
he says... This, I have to see.)

Sissel:
But it's funny...

Sissel:
Why do I have this
bad feeling about
what's on this tape?
The junkyard where I died
had a security camera.

And it captured the moment
of my death perfectly.

And what the tape
showed me...

...was the cruelest
truth imaginable.
I saw myself shot, right
before my own eyes.

By Lynne.

There goes my only lead. I feel
like I've died all over again...

One thing sticks with me, though.

Lynne looked so surprised
on that tape.

What in the world did I tell her?

Chief:
The truth is the truth, no
matter how many times you
watch it, Inspector Cabanela.

Cabanela:
It wasn't me who played
the tape just now, baby.

Chief:
Oh, by the way,
Inspector Cabanela.

Chief:
There's something on that
tape that troubles me. 

Cabanela:
And what's that,
Chief? I'm all ears.

Chief:
I had a look at all the photos of
the crime scene as well, but...

Chief:
...the place where the victim
was shot and where the body
was found is clearly different.

Sissel:
(Hey, he's right.
That is strange.)

Sissel:
(The hitman in black
is the one who kicked
me downstairs.)

Sissel:
(But I changed his fate,
so he should've been
out of the picture...)

Sissel:
(But there I am, down
on the lower level...)

Cabanela:
I have the answer to your mystery
riiight here, a few minutes after
the murder took place.

Chief:
Is that... a black cat?

Cabanela:
You got it, baby. A furry feline
messed up our crime scene...

Cabanela:
And then the little cat culprit
vanished into the night.

Sissel:
(Hmm...)

Sissel:
(It looks like my destiny of
being knocked downstairs...)

Sissel:
(...is very hard to alter.)

Rindge:
This is Point X! Come in, Chief!

Chief:
The Chief here!
Did he show up?!

Rindge:
Uh, no, sir. Not yet. But--

Chief:
Idiot! I told you to stay
off the radio unless it
was important!

Rindge:
B-But this IS important, sir!
Somebody else showed up...

Rindge:
...Our rookie detective, Lynne.

Cabanela:
Whaaat? You see my
baby over there, do you?

Rindge:
I heard she was on
the lam... What do you
want me to do, Chief?

Chief:
What do you say, Inspector?

Cabanela:
Detective!

Cabanela:
Get my baby away from Point X!

Cabanela:
Do it now, man! And
then hold on to her!

Rindge:
Yes, sir! I'll go get her now, sir!

Chief:
What's the meaning
of this? Why would Lynne
show up at Point X?

Chief:
It took the Special Investigation
Unit six months to pinpoint that
location!

Cabanela:
Don't know, Chief, but I'd say
it wasn't a coincidence...

Cabanela:
Perhaps--

Chief:
Wh-What happened?!
Detective, come in!

Rindge:
........

Chief:
Now what?! What
happened this time?!

Cabanela:
Dammit!

Cabanela:
This calls for a telephone
call to Point X! Allow me!

****

 Sissel:
So Lynne has shown
up at some "Point X"?

Sissel:
But I thought...

Sissel:
...she was on her way to
the Chicken Kitchen...?

Sissel:
What's going on?

Sissel:
But one thing is clear...
Something big just happened!

****

 Sissel:
Apparently, something
terrible is happening...

Sissel:
But, for me, nothing
could be worse than
the images on this tape.

Sissel:
(I need to see it
one more time.)

****

 Chef:
What are you doing? Get
your buns over here!

Cabanela:
Wh-What did you say?!

Chef:
Now I finally understand!
I finally know what it's like...

Chef:
...for our poor hungry
customers who have their
food deliveries delayed!

Cabanela:
Excuse me...

Cabanela:
...but this IS the Chicken
Kitchen, is it not?

Chef:
What?!

Chef:
Aren't I talking to the police?

Cabanela:
The police...? Did something
happen there you need
assistance with?

Chef:
"Something happen here," you ask!

Chef:
More like, "there's nothing left
here!" I gotta go!

Cabanela:
Wait! Waaaaait!

Chief:
What's going on?!

Cabanela:
Something, that's what.
Something is definitely going on...

Cabanela:
And that "something" is far from
"nothing," that's for certain!

Cabanela:
Thanks for the tea, Chief.
I'll be on my way.

Chief:
You going to Point X?

Cabanela:
Point X, eh?
I'll leave that to the boys.

Cabanela:
There's someplace else I gotta be...

Chief:
Inspector...

Chief:
Your being there isn't going
to change anything. Why
put yourself through it?

Cabanela:
........

Cabanela:
I have a responsibility,
and I'm gonna see it
through to the end.

Cabanela:
Besides...

Cabanela:
It's not quiiite over yet.

Chief:
Right. That's true.
Do what you must, then.
Prisoner D99's schedule
for tomorrow was blank.

It seems like forever ago
that I found that out.

And now my mind is even blanker
than that blackboard was...

Lynne -- my only lead,
and my partner -- shot me.

What did it all mean?

I knew where I had to
go to get my answers.

The Chicken Kitchen... The "Point
X" the police have surrounded...

And the place where something
big just happened.

What will Lynne be involved in
this time when I find her there?