Paul-Marie Fragonard

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Fragonard is one of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call. He is also a suspect in the Judge case.
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== Passidex ==
* You have met Fragonard.
:This is unmissable. You'll get it upon your first interaction.
* You have heard all his stories.
* You do cry sometimes.
* Fragonard told you about a serial killer.
* Fragonard admitted to having vomited.
* Fragonard told you about the hostage situation in a sex shop.
* Fragonard hunted a tiger.
* Fragonard was married to a judge.
* You lied to Fragonard.
* Fragonard told you about one of his female colleagues.
* Fragonard told you about the jewellery store heist.
* Fragonard told you about a crime scene.
* You found the murder weaponthe murder weapon
:Fragonard can leave the gun on the seat during The Judge case. This may be a random event, but it IS obtainable.
* You thought about when you met Fragonard.
== Transcripts ==
=== Night 2 ===
« Hôpital Saint-Louis, please. »
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SPOILER WARNING: This is the final night of the case. [Show help][Hide help]
 There aren't many ways to die during this final encounter. Do not choose « I don't know. » when Fragonard asks you how much Busset knows. You can lie/avoid answering as much as you like before this. Likewise, do not pick « I don't know what you're talking about... » either if you tell him to not shoot.
 
 Lastly, you need to go along with his plan to head to Sacré Cœur to have five minutes alone. Rejecting this will also lead to death - there's no way around it. So do not choose « No. » (If I'm late...) or « I can't do that. » (Say nothing.).
Your next passenger is... your suspect. The retired policeman. Judging by his looks, you could have easily guessed.
FRAGONARD: "Hôpital Saint-Louis, please."
You nod your head and start the engine. Your passenger seems to have his mind elsewhere... Not entirely awake... stubble on his chin... You scan his skin, his movements, his attitude, his...
FRAGONARD: "It's cold as shit this morning..."
His voice makes you jump. You nod.
FRAGONARD: "You have more people or not as many when it's cold out like this?"
HOUSSINE: "Folks tend to stay at home when it's too cold... There might be more of them but they make shorter trips."
FRAGONARD: "Makes sense..."
Dead silence.
(Talk about the weather.)
(Say nothing.)
(Talk about the weather.)
(Say nothing.)
(Talk about the weather.)
(Say nothing.)
HOUSSINE: "It's worse in the summertime though. People don't take cabs as much... but when they do, they go further."
FRAGONARD: "Obviously."
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You drive in silence for a second. The road goes by. You don't want to look in your side mirrors too often... You haven't seen a trace of the cops yet. Busset told you not to worry, but...
FRAGONARD: "You know, it's funny... Just this morning, I was thinking about an old case. One of my first cases, actually. It was just after the Mesrine case... You know who Mesrine is, don't you? Or am I really that old?"
You sense it's the right time to get him to talk.
« That rings a bell... »
« Nope. Never heard of him. »
« Public Enemy Number 1? »
« Yes, yes. »
« That rings a bell... »
« Nope. Never heard of him. »
« Public Enemy Number 1? »
« Yes, yes. »
« That rings a bell... »
« Nope. Never heard of him. »
« Public Enemy Number 1? »
« Yes, yes. »
« That rings a bell... »
« Nope. Never heard of him. »
« Public Enemy Number 1? »
« Yes, yes. »
« That rings a bell... »
« Nope. Never heard of him. »
« Public Enemy Number 1? »
« Yes, yes. »
FRAGONARD: "Jacques Mesrine... Breaking and entering, kidnapping, armed robbery.. He killed two cops in Canada, tortured a journalist... a far-right one, but still... Then, in 1979, after being on the run for a year and a half, the cops catch him and kill him... At Porte de Clignancourt."
He raises a hand.
FRAGONARD: "Now... the cops say it was in self-defence... but I know for a fact they shot him down like a dog."
FRAGONARD: "Exactly. Public enemy number 1. I joined the force a few months after his death and everybody was still talking about it. Public opinion was very divided: did the cops murder Mesrine or was it self-defence? I know the answer. They shot him down like a dog."
FRAGONARD: "Well, there's a story I won't have to tell then... I joined the force a few months after his death and everybody was still talking about it. Public opinion was very divided: did the cops murder Mesrine or was it self-defence? I know the answer. They shot him down like a dog."
He looks straight at you. You can see the hint of an underground fire roaring deep in his eyes.
FRAGONARD: "Now, I most certainly do not want to die like a dog, understood?"
He catches his breath and is clearly shaken. He ever-so-slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his weapon.
FRAGONARD: "Where did Busset ask you to take me?"
« Uh... Excuse me? »
« Busset? »
« I don't know what you're talking about. »
(Tell the truth.)
« Uh... Excuse me? »
« Busset? »
« I don't know what you're talking about. »
(Tell the truth.)
« Uh... Excuse me? »
« Busset? »
« I don't know what you're talking about. »
(Tell the truth.)
« Uh... Excuse me? »
« Busset? »
« I don't know what you're talking about. »
(Tell the truth.)
« Uh... Excuse me? »
« Busset? »
« I don't know what you're talking about. »
(Tell the truth.)
FRAGONARD: "Don't take me for a fool."
(Keep lying.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Keep lying.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Keep lying.)
(Tell the truth.)
HOUSSINE: "I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about..."
A gun appears.
FRAGONARD: "Shame... I thought I might just get a chance at some honesty in this cold world. Just once... just to see what it feels like. I dedicated my whole life to the justice system, to getting the truth... At least that's what I tell myself... and what I say to new recruits. But I'm tired of all the games... all the fucking lies. Where'd they order you to take me?"
« They didn't order anything. »
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
« They didn't order anything. »
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
« They didn't order anything. »
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
« They didn't order anything. »
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
« They didn't order anything. »
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
FRAGONARD: "Yeah... Right..."
His voice sounds tired. His hand is shaking. You can't take your eyes off his weapon.
FRAGONARD: "Answer the question... WHERE?"
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
(Lie.)
(Tell the truth.)
(Say nothing.)
HOUSSINE: "A... a warehouse... some old garage. They're waiting for us there."
FRAGONARD: "An ambush. I'm no Mesrine, you know. I'm not going to pull a grenade out from under the back seat here..."
He cuts off with a groan. When he starts speaking again, his voice is chilling.
He shakes his head, saddened by your answer.
FRAGONARD: "I can't quite figure out if you were avoiding me, but... I know Busset put you on the case and gave you a copy of the file. We don't know each other too well, eh... so I'm going to give you one last chance to tell me the truth.
FRAGONARD: "Busset..."
You can see his finger on the trigger. It's shaking, ever so slightly.
FRAGONARD: "How much does she know?"
« I don't know. »
« Everything. »
« She has evidence. »
« Don't shoot. »
« I don't know. »
« Everything. »
« She has evidence. »
« Don't shoot. »
« I don't know. »
« Everything. »
« She has evidence. »
« Don't shoot. »
« I don't know. »
« Everything. »
« She has evidence. »
« Don't shoot. »
« I don't know. »
« Everything. »
« She has evidence. »
« Don't shoot. »
FRAGONARD: "Answer me... What does Busset have on me?"
« I don't know what you're talking about... »
« Enough to take you in. »
« I don't know what you're talking about... »
« Enough to take you in. »
« I don't know what you're talking about... »
« Enough to take you in. »
You hear a long sigh coming from the back seat. A few seconds go by. You try to concentrate on driving... despite your sweaty hands... and dripping brow.
FRAGONARD: "Ok... Why hasn't she tried to arrest me then??"
You shrug.
HOUSSINE: "Don't know. She told me it would be easier this way... I... I think she hopes you'll turn yourself in without a fight."
He looks away.
FRAGONARD: "You know, Busset is really one-of-a-kind. But she doesn't fit into today's world. Neither do I, for that matter."
The weapon he's holding is shaking slightly, wavering. You suddenly notice he's speaking to you in a more familiar tone.
FRAGONARD: "That's why I killed them. Bastards, all of them: rapists, murderers and liars who escaped prosecution. Now Busset... Busset'd like to do the same this I did: slam a bullet into the head of the first murderer she could get her hands on. But she can't. You just can't do that anymore."
A long, painful, heavy sigh.
FRAGONARD: "In any case, now there's only one truth left. No more confrontation, no debate... no need for justice to be served. They were guilty and I killed them. I can write that down if you want. It's no secret. I knew I'd be caught sooner or later. Either by Busset or by..."
His sentence hangs in the air.
FRAGONARD: "I'm sick. Got cancer. All over. They hope some new... drug... might cure me... but what's the point, honestly?"
He abruptly accelerates his speaking pace.
FRAGONARD: "I don't want to go to jail. A cop can't go to jail. I don't want to see my face on the cover of magazines and newspapers. But I don't want to deny Busset the pleasure of catching me... her and her team... So, here's what we're going to do... There's a place in Montmarte... a place I really love. It's my first memory of Paris... I must've been 6 or 7. My mother had come all the way from Martinique. She thought she could convince my father to... Yeah, anyway, there's no point in telling that story."
« I want to hear it. »
« No point? Why? »
(Say nothing.)
« I want to hear it. »
« No point? Why? »
(Say nothing.)
« I want to hear it. »
« No point? Why? »
(Say nothing.)
« I want to hear it. »
« No point? Why? »
(Say nothing.)
He snickers.
FRAGONARD: "And buy yourself some time? No, no... "
He looks away.
FRAGONARD: "There's no point because there's no moral to the story. My parents were selfish people. They preferred their own personal comfort to keeping me safe, to raising me right. Anyway..."
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FRAGONARD: "There's a bench up there, not far from Sacré Cœur. This bench has two clear advantages. First, it faces the city of Paris. Southern facing. All the monuments are there, staring back in splendour..."
He starts to speak with confidence...
FRAGONARD: "I especially like it when all the buildings poke out above the cloud of pollution. Notre-Dame's square towers. Pompidou and its coloured pipes. The Eiffel Tower..."
He shakes his head and his voice sounds deep and serious again.
FRAGONARD: "The second advantage to sitting on this bench is that you turn your back to Sacré Cœur... an ugly building. They only built it to rub the church the right way..."
He looks away and remains silent for a while. His hands shake a little.
FRAGONARD: "I want to see Paris one last time... It's a little too early to watch the sunrise. But at least, there'll be people around... lovers... life... I just want to go and sit on the bench. Look out at Paris. Alone. For five minutes... And then you can go to the meeting point so Busset can pick me up. What do you say?"
« Only five minutes, you promise? »
« Ok. »
« If I'm late... »
(Say nothing.)
« Only five minutes, you promise? »
« Ok. »
« If I'm late... »
(Say nothing.)
« Only five minutes, you promise? »
« Ok. »
« If I'm late... »
(Say nothing.)
« Only five minutes, you promise? »
« Ok. »
« If I'm late... »
(Say nothing.)
« Only five minutes, you promise? »
« Ok. »
« If I'm late... »
(Say nothing.)
FRAGONARD: "I promise."
FRAGONARD: "On no, don't worry about that... She'll understand."
« Ok. »
« No. »
« Ok. »
« No. »
« Ok. »
« No. »
He moves the gun forward.
FRAGONARD: "I... I really don't want to use this, you know? I almost shot you back there... but I know you're just doing your job."
The reflection from a streetlamp shines off the gun.
« Ok, ok. »
« I can't do that. »
« Ok, ok. »
« I can't do that. »
« Ok, ok. »
« I can't do that. »
You turn around.
FRAGONARD: "You'll see. The view is incredible."
Neither of you says a word for several minutes. You drive in silence. Then, as you're beginning the climb up to the top of Montmarte... the cop lowers his weapon.
FRAGONARD: "I want to apologise. I'm sorry I hurt you... the night of the attack. Everything could have turned out so differently... You're nothing like the guy I took down, you know? He was a kid at the time, but there was something evil in his eye... something... bad... something evil."
His eyes sparkle for a bit. Tears, perhaps? Seconds later, you park a few metres away from Sacré Cœur.
FRAGONARD: "The bench is right over there, I just need five minutes. Five minutes and we'll go, got it?"
You nod.
« You want me to come along? »
« Go ahead. »
« Don't... don't do it. »
(Say nothing.)
« You want me to come along? »
« Go ahead. »
« Don't... don't do it. »
(Say nothing.)
« You want me to come along? »
« Go ahead. »
« Don't... don't do it. »
(Say nothing.)
« You want me to come along? »
« Go ahead. »
« Don't... don't do it. »
(Say nothing.)
« You want me to come along? »
« Go ahead. »
« Don't... don't do it. »
(Say nothing.)
He slowly turns his head and watches you quietly for a second.
FRAGONARD: "No... No."
He smiles genuinely at you.
FRAGONARD: "Yeah, let's do that..."
He lays his hand on the door handle... and gives you a genuine smile.
FRAGONARD: "Do what?"
« You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
« Run away. »
« I... I didn't say anything. »
(Say nothing.)
« You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
« Run away. »
« I... I didn't say anything. »
(Say nothing.)
« You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
« Run away. »
« I... I didn't say anything. »
(Say nothing.)
« You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
« Run away. »
« I... I didn't say anything. »
(Say nothing.)
« You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
« Run away. »
« I... I didn't say anything. »
(Say nothing.)
He pauses.
FRAGONARD: "To be perfectly honest... I don't really know yet."
The cop suddenly seems older than he really is. His voice croaks slightly as he says to you...
He takes in your remark with a snicker.
FRAGONARD: "Yes, run away... I've always dreamed of seeing Argentina."
His smile fades a bit as he says the following words...
He looks at you for a while, shakes his head and, with emotion in his voice, says the following words...
You look at him in the rearview mirror: he puts his gun in his coat pocket, lays his hand on the door handle and turns to you.
FRAGONARD: "Thanks, friend."
He gets out of the cab. You watch the old cop: he takes a few steps toward the bench, walks around it like he wants to look at it from every angle. He doesn't so much as glance at Sacré Cœur and its dome, lit up with powerful spotlights. A few passersby, chilled to the bone, are wandering about nonchalantly on the square in front. The cop finally sits on the bench. He stays there a long minute, contemplating Paris. Strings of light weave around traffic circles and intersections, making a magnificent canvas. There's a sudden movement... In a matter of seconds, he pulls the gun out of his pocket and up to his chin. A shot rings out.
 Continued on Busset's page...
The stench of gunpowder fills the cab. Your vision is blurred for a while. You can't feel your legs anymore and a shock of heat is streaming down your spine. The taxi slows and ends up running into a car parked along the side of the road. The impact sets its alarm off. Its lights shower the street with red and yellow.
FRAGONARD: "I'm sorry... sorry it turned out like this. You deserve better, you know?? You're so focused on helping others that you forget to take care of yourself..."
You want to speak, but no sound comes out.
FRAGONARD: "I read your file, you know. What you did for your sister-in-law? Taking seven years in jail for her..."
He nods his head.
FRAGONARD: "You deserve better."
Your neck muscles give out and your head collapses. Bits of the outside world make it in... maybe not in the right order... The door closing... The back seat empty... A shape coming over to the cab... screaming... shouting... And just like that, darkness.
GAME OVER. YOU DIED.
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== Notes ==
I still need to test this final encounter to see if there's any variance in dialogue (likely opening) if you have met him before in that playthrough, as the opening dialogue I have recorded acts like it's a first meet (which it was).
EXPAND NIGHT 2 NOTES (COMPLETED)
NOTE ON NIGHT 2: I made assumptions for 4d*(« I don't know what you're talking about... »), 6c*(« No. ») & some repeated choices under keeplying (Assuming picking «TDOA» just shows the other three choices again). Also, if « Go ahead. » has an extra line before "Thanks, friend." that I maybe missed? Of course, as usual, I didn't try every possible combination of all the choice - just trying to get each choice at least once.
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 7.35km, Fare: 24.98 - Tip: N/A] - (Say nothing.), « Public Enemy Number 1? », (Tell the truth.), « She has evidence. », « I want to hear it. », (Say nothing.), « Ok, ok. », « Don't... don't do it. », « You're going to kill yourself, aren't you? »
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 7.77km, Fare: 26.42 - Tip: N/A] - (Talk about the weather.), « Yes, yes. », « I don't know what you're talking about. », (Tell the truth.), « Everything. », « No point? Why? », « If I'm late... », « Ok. »,« Don't... don't do it. », « I... I didn't say anything. »
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 6.3km, Fare: 21.43 - Tip: N/A] - (Say nothing.), « Nope. Never heard of him. », « Busset? », (Keep lying.), (Tell the truth.), « Don't shoot. », « Enough to take you in. », (Stay nothing.), « Only five minutes, you promise? », « Don't... don't do it. », « Run away. »
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 6.16km, Fare: 20.93 - Tip: N/A] - (Talk about the weather.), « That rings a bell... », « Uh... Excuse me? », (Keep lying.), « They didn't order anything. », (Say nothing.), « I don't know. » [GAME OVER] < I need to look into if you can say that final choice and live if you are truthful with the previous choices. >
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 3.02km, Fare: 10.27 - Tip: N/A] - (Talk about the weather.), « That rings a bell... », « Uh... Excuse me? », (Keep lying.), « They didn't order anything. », (Lie.), « She has evidence. », (Stay nothing.), « Ok. », « Go ahead. »
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 2.8km, Fare: 9.51 - Tip: N/A] - (Talk about the weather.), « That rings a bell... », « Uh... Excuse me? », (Keep lying.), « They didn't order anything. », (Tell the truth.), « She has evidence. », (Stay nothing.), « Ok. »
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - FORGOT - (Talk about the weather.), « That rings a bell... », « Uh... Excuse me? », (Keep lying.), « They didn't order anything. », (Lie.), « She has evidence. », (Say nothing.), (Say nothing.), « I can't do that. » [GAME OVER]
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 4.91km, Fare: 16.69 - Tip: N/A] - (Talk about the weather.), « Nope. Never heard of him. », « Uh... Excuse me? », (Keep lying.), « They didn't order anything. », (Lie.), « Don't shoot. », « Enough to take you in. », « No point? Why? », (Say nothing.), « Ok, ok. », « Don't... don't do it. », (Say nothing.) ~ Testing the most stalling-for-time choices. It didn't result in anything new. ~
STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - Night 2 - [Distance: 6.29km, Fare: 21.38 - Tip: N/A] - (Say nothing.), « Public Enemy Number 1? », (Tell the truth.), « She has evidence. », (Stay nothing.), « Ok. », « You want me to come along? » ~ Shortest run through, completing all dialogue ~
(?) « That rings a bell... »
(X) « Nope. Never heard of him. »
(+) « Public Enemy Number 1? »
(+) « Yes, yes. »
(?) « I don't know what you're talking about. »
(+) « She has evidence. »
(+) « Ok. »
(<3) « Don't... don't do it. »
"They didn't order anything." in speech marks for some reason. Changed to quotes.
jewelry -> jewellery
defense -> defence
splendor -> splendour
colored -> coloured
apologize -> apologise
meters -> metres