Lieutenant Ninon Busset

Lieutenant Busset, whilst not technically a passenger, has a slot in the Passidex with various entries to obtain. She is a key part of the story. You first meet her after picking up two passengers in Night 1, which is cut short by her getting into the back of your taxi. Throughout the week, you work with her to find the identity of the serial killer terrorising Paris. You talk on the phone and then meet again on the final night.
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== Passidex entries ==
* You have met Lieutenant Busset.
:This is unmissable. You'll get it upon your first interaction.
* You did not answer the phone when Busset called.
* The first time you met, you said nothing.
* ‘Fucking bitch’.
* You informed Busset the Judge told you about her.
:You'll get this at the end of the Judge case. Your choices do not matter. 
* ‘You’re all pigs’.
* Busset called you Gandhi.
* ‘Go fuck yourself’.
* You did not respond when Busset provoked you.
== Transcripts ==
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=== Night 1 ===
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The door suddenly opens and a woman gets into the back seat.
BUSSET: "Having a good night?"
For a second, you freeze. It's one of the cops working on the Judge's case.
You recognise one of the cops working on the Angel of Death's case. 
[TBA] 
 [ NOTHING SELECTED ] She grins at you. Her voice... creaks. You remember seeing her at the hospital. Something already bothered you about her there.
BUSSET: "You know... it's actually pretty crazy... for weeks, I've been saying to myself there's something off about you. Something not so nice. I dug around, mulled it over... bugged all my fellow cops about it. Because I was sure you lied to us."
« Didn't lie... »
(Let her keep going.)
« Didn't lie... »
(Let her keep going.)
« Didn't lie... »
(Let her keep going.)
She whistles to cut you off.
BUSSET: "Hey! I'm talking."
↓
She has a cold sneer on her face.
BUSSET: "I'm going to be frank with you..."
She leans over to you.
BUSSET: "I don't think you're the Judge. Nah, I just can't picture it."
BUSSET: "I don't see how you could be the Angel of Death. All that staging just doesn't seem like your thing. Too meticulous for a taxi driver."
[TBA]
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She squints, like she's trying to make you out from far away.
BUSSET: "Like you'd have gone to the extent of hurting yourself... Yeah... between us, it's a bit of a stretch."
She stares at you.
BUSSET: "But not enough of a stretch for my chief to stop going on and on about you. Seriously, he talks about you all the time. If I didn't know better, I'd think he had a crush on you."
She smirks.
BUSSET: "No, no. I think he's more interested in your profile... In prison at 17..."
An icy chill fills your gut.
BUSSET: "And for murder too."
You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
BUSSET: "Since you got out, you've kept a low profile, but you're lying about your name and your address. I checked. It's normal, you'd say... If they get word of your time served, no loan for your permit, no lease for your car... Meaning, no second chance at life."
Her voice becomes softer, almost warm.
BUSSET: "I personally like guys who want a second chance. No... I like guys who FIGHT for a second chance. Basically, I like guys who are willing to work for me."
She leans forward, her shining, cat-like eyes narrowing.
BUSSET: "My chief wants to go to the prosecutor with a first and last name, with evidence. Actually, knowing him, he's not so hot on evidence. So I'll give you info: victims, suspects, medical reports, some photos that are a bit..."
She makes a gagging noise.
BUSSET: "You have to be discreet. Keep it between you and me. Interrogate. Ask questions. Dig around."
« I'm not a cop. »
« I've never done this. »
(Let her keep going.)
See below...
TBA
She shrugs.
BUSSET: "Don't worry. You're already keener than half the squad. And don't forget... I'm not asking you to make an arrest and deliver the killer wrapped up with a bow in front of the station, ok? You're no Batman. You're just here to get more information."
She rummages around in her pockets for what seems like forever.
BUSSET: "Here. Take my card. I'll call you in three, four days, just to check in. We'll chat. And I'll let you know if I have any new info."
She takes on a didactic, paternalistic tone. Like she was giving you a list of recommendations for the hundredth time.
BUSSET: "Don't get caught. Don't get arrested. Also, I wouldn't recommend trying to leave Paris. I know what you look like and I know who your friends are. You can either be the solution or the problem, my friend."
She takes a minute to scan your face... your emotions...
BUSSET: "If I have to, I'll go check on You-Know-Who..."
Her smile is biting.
BUSSET: "That reminds me, she know you've done time?"
You shake your head. She snickers.
BUSSET: "Oh my little dirtbag, you cover your tracks well."
« What if I refuse? »
« I did what I could. »
(Say nothing.)
BUSSET: "If you refuse? Simple. I turn you in. "
BUSSET: "Yeah, if you say so."
She sighs in a tired, exaggerated way.
BUSSET: "Don't try to mess with me, man... If things don't go well, I'll turn you in."
TBA
BUSSET: "I'll send your picture to all my friends in the media and every asshole in Paris. Your picture with your real name on it -- your REAL name. Anyone close to you will have their places searched, they'll be put under house arrest, spend nights in jail... You have any idea how tense things are with that fucker's trial underway?"
You sigh. You know just what she's trying to get at.
BUSSET: "Coming to think of it, your last names are almost the same. You could be brothers, actually."
« I'm nothing like that terrorist. »
« I'm nothing like that son of a bitch. »
(Say nothing.)
See below...
TBA
She smiles.
BUSSET: "Let me tell you, with that face of yours and your handle, they'll welcome you with open arms."
« You have no right... »
(Say nothing.)
BUSSET: "I know... I know we have no right..."
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She takes on a serious tone. Business-like.
BUSSET: "I want to catch this killer personally. I want to drag him to court. Ruin his fucking life... with a bang. I cant botch this case. You got me? And neither can you, right?"
« Nope... »
« Obviously. »
(Say nothing.)
See below...
TBA
BUSSET: "Well, great then. We see eye to eye. So you can just say you're my informant... my CI. He ripped open your gut, you saw your own insides, you were in a coma... Yeah, you have plenty of reasons to want to get back at him."
She furrows her brow.
BUSSET: "Yeah, I think you're actually going to do what I tell you to do... You investigate, ask questions, listen to all the rumours and you come up with a list of suspects."
She lays her hand on the door handle and freezes.
BUSSET: "Oh, right, and don't get fired! Without this cab, you're worth nothing to me."
You glare at her.
« Fucking bitch. »
(Say nothing.)
BUSSET: "Yeah, whatever. If that makes you feel better."
↓
She puts her hand up and you can hear the words behind it... "This conversation never happened."
BUSSET: "I'll make sure you get more intel tomorrow... I'll find a way. Until then... Not a word to anyone, obviously. Not a word."
The door opens, squeaks and slams shut. 
HOUSSINE: "Fucking bitch!"
You sit alone for a while, teeth clenched, dry-eyed, ears buzzing.
HOUSSINE: "Shit."
On the back seat, the cop left a pile of papers.
HOUSSINE: "Shit."
Key in the ignition. Motor running. Radio on, crackles. You turn it off and start driving.
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=== The First Phone Call ===
End of Night 3
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The phone rings and you jump. You're not used to hearing it. No one ever calls you. It must be Busset.
(Pick up.)
(Let it ring.)
You pick up. Busset sounds irritated.
BUSSET: "You there?"
HOUSSINE: "Yeah, yeah."
SEE BELOW - ONLY PATH CURRENTLY DOCUMENTED.
It rings a few more times...
(Pick up.)
(Let it ring.)
TBA
See below...
Two more rings. Buzzing in your ears. Your tinnitus is coming on again.
(Pick up.)
(Let it ring.)
TBA
Two more rings. That last one seemed like it went on forever.
HOUSSINE: "Shit."
You finally pick up the phone.
BUSSET: "About time. I thought I was going to have to bring the entire squad to your place..."
BUSSET: "Listen... It's..."
She pauses. You suddenly hear a ruckus in the background, probably noise at the station. Busset raises her voice.
BUSSET: "Anyone got the time? Hey! Guys? Anyone?! Fuck, they're all Neanderthals here... Listen, it's early and I'm wiped out. So are you, I bet. Let's get straight to the point. What do you have for me?"
In a calm and methodical voice, you start giving her the evidence you collected. You start with the first suspect... their connection to the victims... the rumours... then the second suspect... and so on... A few minutes in, she lets out a whistle.
BUSSET: "Not bad at all. Seriously. You should come give a lesson to the zombies I work with..."
A long sigh.
BUSSET: "I have some good news for you. We checked the alibi of one of the suspects I gave you..."
As you listen to her, you turn to the board and pull down the suspect she's referring to.
BUSSET: "...so, it's gotta be someone else."
She snickers.
BUSSET: "You know how lucky you are? I'm doing your job for you, pal. Ok. Enough chit chat. I gotta run. I'll call you in two.. three days... ok??"
« Understood. »
« Ok. »
(Say nothing.)
TBA
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BUSSET: "I'll call you in three days and you'd better have what I need to make a proper arrest. The DA has fangs. We're pretty sure he's going to turn into a werewolf at some point."
She babbles on for a while. Her voice becomes softer, but just as sarcastic.
BUSSET: "That would explain his terrible breath... Ok. I'm out."
A grunt on the other end of the line lets you know the call is not over yet.
BUSSET: "And next time, don't dick around with me like that. I hate wasting my time."
She hangs up. You hold the handset to your ear for a while. You have just one thing in mind: sleeping. And forgetting it all.
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=== The Second Phone Call ===
End of Night 6
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The phone rings. You impulsively take a step back. It's the moment of truth.
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
HOUSSINE: "Hello?"
BUSSET: "Hi..."
Ice cold.
BUSSET: "So?"
You picture Busset on the other end of the line. Annoyed... exasperated.
 
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
 
 
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
 
 
 (Pick up.)
 (Let it ring.)
 
 
HOUSSINE: "Hello?"
BUSSET: "It's your favourite police lieutenant..."
 
 « Hey... »
 « I don't have a favourite police lieutenant. »
 (Stay silent.)
 
 
 « Hey... »
 « I don't have a favourite police lieutenant. »
 (Stay silent.)
 
 
 « Hey... »
 « I don't have a favourite police lieutenant. »
 (Stay silent.)
 
 
 « Hey... »
 « I don't have a favourite police lieutenant. »
 (Stay silent.)
 
 
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Her voice sounds tired. Like she's at the end of her rope.
BUSSET: "Whatever..."
 
 
 
She's going to chew you out, no doubt about it. You lean over and grab the receiver impulsively, again.
HOUSSINE: "Hello?"
BUSSET: "Were you on the throne or what?"
HOUSSINE: "No, no, sorry..."
BUSSET: "What did I tell you last time? Huh?"
A touch of static on the line.
BUSSET: "I don't have any time to waste. I have more important shit to do."
 
Her voice sounds tired. Like she's at the end of her rope.
BUSSET: "Whatever..."
She heaves a long sigh. There's no background noise. She must not be at the station.
 « Where are you? »
 « I've got a name for you. »
 (Stay silent.)
 « Where are you? »
 « I've got a name for you. »
 (Stay silent.)
 « Where are you? »
 « I've got a name for you. »
 (Stay silent.)
 « Where are you? »
 « I've got a name for you. »
 (Stay silent.)
BUSSET: "I'm..."
For a second, you think she's going to tell you. But then...
BUSSET: "Somewhere. None of your business."
A light clinking noise... the sound of a teacup on a coaster maybe?
BUSSET: "I'm listening. What have you got for me?"
She clears her throat. Her voice sounds... louder... more confident.
BUSSET: "Perfect. I'm listening."
BUSSET: "Good... I'm listening. What have you got for me?"
She clears her throat. Her voice sounds... louder... more confident.
You glance at the wall. The suspects are all lined up. All the evidence. A whole mess of your ideas. Your stomach is in a knot.
BUSSET: "I don't have to remind you, you cannot get this wrong. I have a meeting in two hours with the District Attorney. And the Chief of Police. Even the Minister of the Interior will be in a corner of the room somewhere. Obviously, I'm thrilled. Oh, oh, but, I certainly don't want to put too much pressure on you."
You can almost hear the smirk she must be wearing. You lay the receiver down on the table. Now, you have to decide.
 
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You pick the phone back up and explain your choice to Lieutenant Busset. Why. How. The evidence. Your sources.
When you finish talking, she remains silent for just a second too long. You sense she's not convinced.
Busset: "Listen... are you sure of what you're saying? Because between what you told me this morning and what you're saying now... something's not right. You're sure this is the suspect you want to pursue?"
 
 « Yes. »
 « Wait a minute. »
 
 
 « Yes. »
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 « Yes. »
 « Wait a minute. »
 
 
You put the phone down. Maybe she's right? You're not so sure anymore...
 
 
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BUSSET: "Ok then. I'll put my guys on it and find a way to make all this more presentable."
You take a deep breath. She does the same.
 
You pick the phone back up and explain your choice to the lieutenant. Very quickly... too quickly... She cuts you off.
BUSSET: "Ok, ok. We'll follow this lead. I'm going to see what I can do with all this."
She heaves a huge sigh.
BUSSET: "Shit, I hope for your sake it's good work."
And before you can get a word in edgewise...
She listens without saying a word. You stop talking and catch your breath.
BUSSET: "Ok. I'll buy it... Seems like a solid choice. I can fish around a bit to vet your information."
She pauses. You can almost hear her nodding.
BUSSET: "I'll call you tonight. Try to get some sleep."
She pauses. No way she's going to hang up on such a... positive note. No, she'd probably going to...
BUSSET: "...it might be your last night of freedom."
She snickers and hangs up. You put the phone down. You might as well be standing in the ice-cold emptiness of outer space. You decide to go to bed. To sleep. Best way to kill time.
 Click here...
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=== Night 7 (Beginning) ===
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You've barely gotten downstairs when you catch sight of Busset. She's leaning up against the door of your cab, eyes wide open, forehead creased.
BUSSET: "Get in."
You obey. It's too early to react. ... She settles into the back seat, flashes a smile.
BUSSET: "Good news: you're right. Or at least, the DA thinks your evidence is sufficient."
No emotion in her voice. She's giving you the facts, nothing more.
BUSSET: "We're going to bring Fragonard in tonight..."
She nods. Her expression clouds over.
BUSSET: "I have trouble..."
She freezes.
BUSSET: "Fragonard... is ... Fragonard is a mentor. Mine... and half the squad's. You can't understand... He's an institution. He's..."
She stops, clears her throat.
BUSSET: "I need your help. One last time... Later on tonight, we're going to get Fragonard to leave home and find a way to get him into your taxi."
BUSSET: "We're going to get that crazy lady tonight..."
She leans to one side, looks away for a minute.
BUSSET: "We were so busy looking for connections that we didn't understand there weren't any. But tonight... tonight, it'll all be over. In an hour or two, we're going to get her to leave her place. And you... will pick her up."
HOUSSINE: "What?"
She pulls some kind of pen out of her pocket that she puts in the little cubby just above the car stereo.
BUSSET: "This... is a bug."
« You need a confession? »
« What am I supposed to do? »
« I held up my end of the deal. »
(Stay silent.)
« You need a confession? »
« What am I supposed to do? »
« I held up my end of the deal. »
(Stay silent.)
« You need a confession? »
« What am I supposed to do? »
« I held up my end of the deal. »
(Stay silent.)
« You need a confession? »
« What am I supposed to do? »
« I held up my end of the deal. »
(Stay silent.)
« You need a confession? »
« What am I supposed to do? »
« I held up my end of the deal. »
(Stay silent.)
BUSSET: "If you feel like it. If you think you can manage..."
BUSSET: "No more than usual."
A smile passes quickly across her face.
BUSSET: "Our deal... if just between you and me. I can always break it, you know? Go back to the DA, get you thrown in jail."
She shakes her head.
BUSSET: "Listen..."
She takes a dramatic pause... and doesn't really know where she's going.
🠗
BUSSET: "I've seen you and heard you enough to know that you have a trick... a gift for getting people to talk. I need someone I can trust to get close to Fragonard without making him suspicious. He's a cop. He knows how we work. No one's ever sent a taxi driver to make an arrest. He won't put up a fight. I hope he'll open up to you... that'll he'll confess before things fall apart. Not too far from the hospital where he goes for his treatments, there's an alleyway under construction. There won't be any civilians, just us and him...We think the suspect will try to try to escape when she realises something is off. Don't try to be a hero... Just bring her to the meeting point and hand her over..."
She sighs. Two teens walk by the cab and intense smell of weed fills the cab. Busset doesn't budge.
BUSSET: "I know you can do it. If you stick to the plan, nothing can go wrong."
« What if I don't feel like doing this? »
« What if there's a problem? »
« Understood. »
(Stay silent.)
« What if I don't feel like doing this? »
« What if there's a problem? »
« Understood. »
(Stay silent.)
« What if I don't feel like doing this? »
« What if there's a problem? »
« Understood. »
(Stay silent.)
« What if I don't feel like doing this? »
« What if there's a problem? »
« Understood. »
(Stay silent.)
« What if I don't feel like doing this? »
« What if there's a problem? »
« Understood. »
(Stay silent.)
BUSSET: "I throw you in jail."
She rolls her eyes.
BUSSET: "Shit, I can't believe you're still talking back. Look man, I sign a couple forms and you go back to jail for 10 years."
She snickers, the kind that makes you grind your teeth. 
BUSSET: "If you stick to the plan, there won't be any problems."
She gives you her typical smile -- like an owner admiring her dog performing a perfect trick.
BUSSET: "I'm off..."
She looks you over. Intently. And pinches her lips. She gives you her typical smile -- like an owner admiring her dog performing a perfect trick.
BUSSET: "I'm off..."
She lays her hand on the door handle.
BUSSET: "You pick the suspect up, drive to the meeting point and you're free. Easy as pie."
She gets out of the cab, slams the door and walks quickly away.
HOUSSINE: "Shit... shit... SHIT!"
You hit the dashboard... intense pain spreads through your hand... you grab the keys in the ignition and turn. The motor comes on. Your night is about to begin... Your last night...
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=== Night 7 (End) ===
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HOUSSINE: "Thanks, friend. Those were his last words."
BUSSET: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
HOUSSINE: "No."
Lieutenant Busset watches over you. Her jaw is clenched... locked, more like...
BUSSET: "What else did he say?"
HOUSSINE: "He confessed to his crimes... The wire you put in the cab must've caught it all. You have the recording."
Busset stares at you for a second before looking away.
BUSSET: "Shit... SHIT! This is not how it was supposed to end..."
You're not clear on whether she's angry or sad.
« What happens now? »
« He talked about you. »
« I'm sorry. »
(Stay silent.)
« What happens now? »
« He talked about you. »
« I'm sorry. »
(Stay silent.)
« What happens now? »
« He talked about you. »
« I'm sorry. »
(Stay silent.)
« What happens now? »
« He talked about you. »
« I'm sorry. »
(Stay silent.)
« What happens now? »
« He talked about you. »
« I'm sorry. »
(Stay silent.)
The cop heaves a long sigh.
BUSSET: "Fine... you can leave. You're free... I mean... Stay in the area, ok? We'll have some questions for you... Did..."
She hesitates for a second... her lip is shaking... She's emotional.
« He talked about you. »
(Stay silent.)
« He talked about you. »
(Stay silent.)
« He talked about you. »
(Stay silent.)
BUSSET: "About me? What did he say?"
She pretty much cuts you off.
You let her collect her thoughts for a few minutes before...
BUSSET: "Did he... say anything about me?"
HOUSSINE: "It's all in the recording... He said you were like him."
BUSSET: "Of course... That guy was my mentor. A father figure, actually. He taught me everything I know. That's why I slipped you his file. I couldn't investigate him. No one on the team wanted to either. It was unthinkable. Unfeasible. Fuck..."
A semblance of a smile spreads across her face: awkward, strained perhaps. It makes your blood curdle.
BUSSET: "You're... you're free to go now. Don't leave the country though. We might have some questions for you at some point."
She opens the door. Icy air seeps in. You shiver.
BUSSET: "You really came through, you know? I didn't really think you'd do so well."
Her voice breaks up a bit with her last words.
BUSSET: "Who knew...?"
She gets out of the cab and slams the door behind her. A blunt, metallic noise. Unidentifiable vibrations. The car quakes and shakes like a boat. A minute goes by before you can move again. You slowly come back to your senses.
(Drive away.)
(Stay a little longer.)
(Drive away.)
(Stay a little longer.)
(Drive away.)
(Stay a little longer.)
↓
You sit there for a moment, contemplating the scene in front of you... Police squads are moving about: tape keeping the onlookers away, spotlights flooding the Judge's lifeless body with white light. Hard to believe it's all over. You need to get away for awhile, drive without thinking, distance yourself... A cop on the roadside waves his torch, motioning for you to leave. You have no reason to be there anymore. You've become a stranger again.
Key in the ignition. Hand brake off. Foot on the accelerator. You leave Sacré Cœur behind.
BUSSET: "Nicely done, for what it's worth."
The sound of Busset's voice kind of makes you want to grind your teeth...
BUSSET: "That chick was so far off our radar. We never would have suspected her..."
She's been in your taxi for several minutes now, but these are her first words.
BUSSET: "I'm not going to lie. This ended up much better than expected... much, much better."
You keep yourself from looking outside... towards the church.
BUSSET: "Good investigation work."
« (Polite) Thanks. »
« (Snarky) Thanks. »
« I had no choice. »
(Say nothing.)
The cop tosses a smirk at you.
BUSSET: "You sound like a real asshole when you talk like that."
You bite your lip.
BUSSET: "Yeah, excuse me for not getting all teary-eyed. I forgot my hankie at the station... "
TBA
BUSSET: "Listen, we have your statement. We have your number... we have the recording... I don't think we need you anymore. If you could just lay low for a few days, let things settle for a bit."
She waves her hand around and seems irritated.
BUSSET: "There's bound to be some nitwit on the squad who'll blabber about how you helped us. Journalists might want to ask some questions... Not a word. To anyone. You hear me?"
You feel her disapproving gaze on you. She knows you saw a cop take the knife out of your car. She knows you saw that same cop slide the knife into the killer's hand... She knows you saw the forensic team photograph the body after that happened... Not before..
« Why did you shoot? »
« She could have gotten help. »
« Can I leave? »
(Say nothing.)
BUSSET: "You know very well she was armed."
You sigh.
« You're such pigs. »
(Contradict her.)
(Nod.)
BUSSET: "Yeah yeah... real pigs."
She barely raises her head, but her voice alone is enough to scold.
HOUSSINE: "That's not true. The knife was still in my cab."
She chortles, mocking you.
TBA
BUSSET: "Are you really going to get on my ass because we took down a murderer?"
Silence.
« I want to understand. »
« She could have gotten help. »
« Can I leave? »
(Say nothing.)
BUSSET: "Oh come on, who do you think you are? Gandhi? There's nothing to understand, man!"
Her voice gets screechy for a second...
TBA
BUSSET: "Yeah. Good idea..."
She sits there for a second, staring at you.
BUSSET: "I'm going to tell you... even though you helped us... you're still in my crosshairs. You get my drift?"
She keeps going before you have time to respond.
BUSSET: "Not a word about this. To anyone. I know where to find you."
You nod.
TBA
BUSSET: "No... She wouldn't have gotten help."
TBA
TBA
BUSSET: "She would have been judged mentally unfit to sit trial, put into an institution and never really been punished."
HOUSSINE: "What about now? When will she be judged?"
BUSSET: "Who the fuck cares? She's dead. We have her confession... We canvassed her apartment, among the HUNDREDS of Jesus statuettes and various items stolen from her victims... we found enough proof to close the case."
She stops, annoyed... then her face relaxes.
BUSSET: "I just saved the French justice department half a million euros. There you have it. You're welcome, Gandhi. Right now, it'd be best if you went the hell away, ok?"
BUSSET: "I just saved the French justice department half a million euros. Hey, you're welcome. Right now, it'd be best if you went the hell away, ok?"
You nod -- overjoyed not to have to see her face anymore.
A second later, Busset is in the street, walking toward her colleagues with what seems like a skip in her step. Your head hurts. Like something is pounding on your temples. Or someone... You start your cab and leave the street.
(Look at the church.)
(Don't look at the church.)
You can see Gilda's body under a blanket. They're still photographing the scene. Flashes flood the steps. 
🠗
The church disappears quickly... as does the street... and Paris.
 Roll credits...
 Story concludes on Houssine's page...
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=== BAD ENDING ===
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This is the ending you will receive if you accuse the wrong suspect.
You exit your place... and see Busset leaning up against your cab. She waves at you to get in. You get in... A metallic taste creeps into your mouth.
Busset: "You and I had a deal."
You nod painfully.
Busset: "The intel you gave me was... total crap. Clearly, I should not have trusted you..."
Her voice suddenly sounds distant and rumbling.
Busset: "You're coming with me to the station and we're going to talk about what'll happen next."
Like a storm... a tempest that destroys everything in its path... Everything...
Busset: "Believe me, the DA is dying to meet you."
What'll happen next? She'll drag you to the station. Blame you for everything. Everyone seems to believe anything she says. All the evidence she has is... ...false... The next day, your face is on the cover of all the newspapers. Your name is on everyone's lips. You are the killer everyone has been waiting for. You're fucked. Fucked... ...
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== Notes ==
Night 1: « Didn't lie... », « I'm not a cop. », « What if I refuse? », « I'm nothing like that terrorist. », « You have no right... », « Nope... », « Fucking bitch. ».
Phone Call 1: (Let it ring)x3, (Say nothing.) - Suspect removed (AoD): Pierette
Phone Call 2: I'll just say this is done. I have all the options and doubt there's any more to find if you pick them in a certain order. I have just tried 2/1/2/1 - no different.
Night 7: DONE: 1/1, 1/2, 1/3, 1/4, 2/1, 2/2, 3/1, 4/3 (All choices found, however some experimentation could be done with different combinations: 2/3, 2/4, 3/2, 3/3, 3/4, 4/1, 4/2, 4/4 - Unlikely to make a difference here, but it has affected other passenegers.) 
Final Night (AoD) - « I had no choice. », « She could have gotten help. », (Look at the church.)
Final Night (AoD) - « (Polite) Thanks. », « Why did you shoot? », (Contradict her.), « I want to understand. », (Don't look at the church.)
STORY - NIGHT 1 - (Let her keep going.), « I've never done this. », « I did what I could. », « I'm nothing like that son of a bitch. », (Say nothing.), « Obviously. », (Say nothing.)
STORY - First phone call - (Pick up.), « Ok. » - Suspect removed (TJ): Salim
STORY/THE JUDGE - Night 7 (END) - « He talked about you. », (Stay a little longer.)
STORY/THE JUDGE - Night 7 (END) - « I'm sorry. », (Drive away.)
STORY/THE JUDGE - Night 7 (END) - « What happens now? », (Say nothing.), <QUIT>
STORY/THE JUDGE - Night 7 (END) - « What happens now? », « He talked about you. », (Drive away.)
STORY/THE JUDGE - Night 7 (END) - (Stay silent.), <QUIT>
Sincere/Polite?
(FRIENDLY) « I'm sorry. »
flashlight -> torch
We think the suspect will try to try to escape when she realises something is off. [SIC]