Hervé Graillou

**POTENTIAL SPOILER WARNING:** **YOU ARE CURRENTLY VIEWING INFORMATION ABOUT A SUSPECT IN TWO OF THE INVESTIGATIONS. IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE JUDGE OR ANGEL OF DEATH CASES YET, IT'S BEST TO AVOID THIS PAGE.**

 **Hervé** is one of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call. He is also a suspect in both the Judge and Angel of Death cases.

## Passidex

* **You have met Hervé.**

This is unmissable. You'll get it upon your first interaction.

* Hervé helped you with your investigation.
* You found out Hervé was once married.
* You found out how Hervé got his scar.
* You thought about when you met Hervé.

**TEMP HELP:**

When he enters the cab in a good mood, tell hime he's in good mood, then keep silent to get the third entry.

To find out how he got his scar, ask him what's wrong, then insist when he avoids answering.

The last entry appears to be unobtainable.

## Transcripts

### The Can of Cassoulet

« Hey, pal! Can you help me out? »

The door opens. It's Hervé, a homeless man like hundreds of others in Paris... You've known each other for years and every now and then he asks a favour of you, to drive him someplace. As usual, he greets you quietly, though he always seems a little on edge.

**HERVÉ:** *"Hey... buddy... What's up, pup?"*

He has a strange verbal tic that you've never really understood. You start the cab. Hervé seems pretty happy with himself today. In the rearview mirror you watch him run his tongue over his lips, as if mentally preparing for a good meal. He catches your eye and smiles.

**HERVÉ:** *"Sorry, I'm a bit out of it today."*

**HOUSSINE:** *"So I see."*

**HERVÉ:** *"It's just I had a bad week... You know, a really bad week. Then yesterday..."*

He hesitates, as if he can't believe what he is about to say, like it's too good to be true. The lines around the corners of his eyes -- that show his real age -- crinkle slightly. Hervé gives a little laugh.

**HERVÉ:** *"Serious, man. I don't believe in God, y'know. I don't believe in all that bullshit, shit. It doesn't make any sense. Some guy with a beard up in the sky... I never got it, what people saw in him. Anyhow, God... none of us believe in him on the street."*

His eyes crinkle up at the corners again...

**HERVÉ:** *"I mean, we believe when the soup kitchen goes to the church. Yeah, sure, we believe in him then."*

He flashes his teeth and lets out a harsh, raspy laugh. A pause.

« So, yesterday...? »
« And that's the whole story...? »
(Say nothing.)

TBA

See below...

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**HERVÉ:** *"My story? What..."*

His eyes light up all of a sudden.

**HERVÉ:** *"Oh yeah... yesterday!"*

He's talking faster now, an incessant flow.

**HERVÉ:** *"I was starving, man. It was pretty bad. Toby and I had gone through all the garbage bins in the neighbourhood. Toby, he's this German guy. He says he prefers France, that we're more generous here. So I was starving..."*

Hervé's eyes tear up. His voice drops off. A faraway look comes over him. A lengthy pause.

« Are you ok, Hervé? »
« That's a pretty long story... »
(Say nothing.)

See below...

TBA

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He snaps out of it...

**HERVÉ:** *"Yeah, like I was saying... I was saying... that... Yeah. I was starving, starving. I was hanging out near the supermarket on Rue Rémusat. Fancy neighbourhood... but not too fancy... No cops."*

He gives you a wink.

**HERVÉ:** *"That's always a plus... And then... there was like this guy I sometimes see around, a young guy. Like just a kid, id. He comes out of the supermarket with his groceries, and before I even say a word he hands me a can of cassoulet... A can of cassoulet as big as a beach ball!"*

Hervé's face lights up.

**HERVÉ:** *"I didn't even know they made them that big!"*

Hervé bursts out laughing... and his eye wanders back to the street.

« And then? »
« Was it good? »
(Smile.)

TBA

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**HERVÉ:** *"De-li-cious, cious."*

He closes his eyes, raises his hands and waggles his fingers.

**HERVÉ:** *"I love it when the cassoulet sausage is all mushy and it melts in your mouth... Don't even need to warm it up..."*

A smile spreads over his face.

**HERVÉ:** *"Meat mash..."*

He opens his eyes. Something out of the window catches his eye. Hervé suddenly pats you on the shoulder.

**HERVÉ:** *"Hold on. Wait. I'm going to get out here if you don't mind, mind..."*

You park the cab as soon as you see an empty space.

**HERVÉ:** *"Thanks, man."*

He's looking out the window.

**HERVÉ:** *"Yeah, I think that's him, him..."*

« Who? »
« Everything alright? »
(Say nothing.)

TBA

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**HERVÉ:** *"It is... Definitely. It's time to settle a little something..."*

Without another word, he opens the door and gets out.

**HERVÉ:** *"This time, I'm gonna get him."*

A moment later, he vanishes into a dark alley.

(Sit there for a minute.)
(Start the engine.)

See below...

TBA

Your eye scans the dark narrow street but you can't make anything out. Then something moves in the distance. A silhouette... probably Hervé... now at a run. The form darts under a streetlamp. It is Hervé... holding something in his hand. He immediately vanishes from sight. You sit there a minute, and then... You switch on the ignition and pull out of the parking space.

## Notes

STORY/THE JUDGE(N7) - THE CAN OF CASSOULET - [Distance: 10.19km, Fare: 34.66 (0) - Tip: 0] - « And that's the whole story...? », « Are you ok, Hervé? », « Was it good? », « Everything alright? », (Sit there for a minute.)

favor -> favour
neighborhood -> neigbourhood

"Hey, pal! Can you help me out?" -> ALL CHOICES AND MAP-DIALOGUE CHANGED TO QUOTES