Your Death Was Foretold/Dialogues

***Dundee, Scotland…***

Tashard: Detective, I want to say this again: Good work on your first-ever case in Canada.

Tashard: You've managed to prove your skills and worth to be a supernatural detective, but there is one thing you need to keep in mind.

Tashard:  Can you keep a secret? I hope you do, for your safety.

Tashard: I'm sure you'll understand what I mean later. Anyways, we got work today, so you're not here to relax in Dundee.

Ganika: Seriously? Another work? Well, I think I'll pass on this one since I got my part.

Ganika: Also Chief, can I get my chai quickly? I have a LOT of paperwork tonight.

Tashard: Yes, you can, Ganika.

Tashard: Alright, now that Ganika is busy, I think you can be accompanied by Spyro. But be careful, he's a little bit…rough to interact with.

Spyro: "Rough" may be too nice, old man. Why do you need me to accompany this rookie anyway? I thought we had no work to do.

Tashard: Well, just in case a case occurs, it'll be better if this "rookie" is accompanied, Spyro. Also, mind me reminding you that you should refer to me as Chief, Spyro.

Spyro: Bah! Whatever, "Chief". Anyways, rookie, tell me why I should be with you.

Tashard: This rookie, as you say, solved their first case in just 30 minutes, so I think that's your answer, Spyro.

Spyro: Hah! It'll take more than that to impress me, farmboy.

Spyro: But I digress, now, let's just go to work, rookie.

***In River Tay…***

Spyro: Damnit! What does the old man want for us to go here? Swim?

Spyro: He said we're supposed to protect some "old witch" from a murder accusation.

Spyro: It's been fifteen minutes and I don't see any old witches-

Ryan: Hey, you two, don't just go without me, man. What if you accidentally encounter something malicious? I'm your muscle guy, you know?

Ryan: Speaking of which, who is this recruit?

Spyro: Ryan, how the hell did you get in here?

Ryan: I got a sense, you know. Anyways, new kid, let me introduce myself!

Ryan: My name's Ryan Cage, legendary kickboxer, and your go-to guy for supernatural knowledge. Whenever anyone gets some problems or requires knowledge, well…

Ryan: Heeere's Ryan!!!

Spyro: Oh my God, stop yelling your catchphrase for heaven's sake!

Ryan: My trademark is my trademark, Spyro! Even if you demand it, you will not-

Mob: Burn the witch! Burn the witch!

Ryan: Hey, did you hear that, seems like there's a group of people pointing fingers at that lady.

Spyro: You're right. And if I remember correctly, that woman matches the description of what the geezer said.

Ryan: And this old witch is no ordinary witch. You can say, she's the Bean-nighe!

Spyro: Okay, Ryan, care to tell us who this Bean-nighe is?

Ryan: She’s a female spirit who washes the clothes of someone who is about to die. And she’s known for being the omen of death. Like Banshee, but Scottish.

Spyro: Interesting, and judging by the fact the mob of townspeople is accusing her of something, I think we should interfere.

Spyro: HEY YOU THERE, WHAT IS HAPPENING!

Bean-nighe: Hunters, please help me…The people say I killed someone…But I only wash clothes of the dead!

Mob: She's lying! This witch is nothing but a murderer! Poor Charlie died all because of her!

Bean-nighe: How impertinent…I only sense death…not cause it.

Spyro: Okay, you all could shut up and let us deal with this!

Mob: Excuse us, but who the hell are you? You can't order us like that!

Spyro: We're… detectives for the local Dundee police department, and we suggest you all stay here and let us investigate!

Spyro: Rookie, let's go check this damn river up.

## Chapter 1

**Investigate River Tay.**

Spyro: Well, everyone's right, there's a dead bloke over here. And judging from his body, he drowned in this river.

Spyro: Based on his clothes too, it seems like this guy is a professional football player.

Spyro: I heard the crowd mention his name is Charlie. No idea who that is-

Ryan: Wait…Charlie's the one who's been killed?!

Ryan: Dude, like seriously, Charlie MacGregor's the goat of football, how could he be killed?! This is a bummer, man.

Bean-nighe: As I say…I foresee his death…I did not kill him…I wash his clothes only…

Spyro: Alright, Ms. Bean-nighe, stay here as we're going to talk, to prove your innocence or something.

Spyro: Also rookie, you say you found a rock or something? What the hell are you going to do with that? Throw that to the river?

Spyro: You say there's some blood on it? Well, guess we can send this to Enno. Guy's unhinged, but he's smart, like, really smart.

Spyro: What are we waiting for? Let's investigate! I'll contact the old man about this.

**Speak to the Bean-nighe about the murder.**

Spyro: Alright, Ms. Bean-nighe. Tell us everything, like what did you do and what did you know about the murder?

Bean-nighe: I assure you that am not the murderer, detective…I am the omen of death…I predict deaths…And I know everyone in this country…Regardless of what status…

Bean-nighe: My work here is to grab the clothes of those who will succumb…As I see Charlie's closing fate…I took his outfit…and I wash it at this river as it is his final resting place…

Spyro: Let me ask you something, where did you get his shirt?

Bean-nighe: I found it at the RSS Discovery…it is a boat…full of tourists…I hate that place…

Spyro: I guess this RSS Discovery is worth a visit. You, stay close since we're going to contact you again later. Rookie, let's go.

**Investigate RSS Discovery.**

Spyro: For a place with tourists, it's surprisingly empty. So, what did you find, rookie?

Spyro: A badge? It could belong to some tour guide or a tourist. Why don't you find something else that is worth checking out?

Spyro: You say it's faded? I admit that's odd. If you insist, you can just recover it.

Spyro: And you found a lunch box? What the hell is this thing doing in here, maybe we can dig out the contents.

**Examine Faded Badge.**

Spyro: So apparently, this is a badge used by coaches, and the name here says "Paul Chalmers".

Spyro: You're right, that logo is the same as the victim's jersey. So this guy's the victim's coach.

Spyro: And I thought you lack brains, but it seems you do have one after all.

Spyro: Let's speak to this Paul guy, maybe he knew about the victim a lot more!

**Ask Paul Chalmers about the victim.**

Spyro: Mr. Chalmers, we're local police detectives, and we want you to tell us about Charlie MacGregor. We found his body at River Tay, he drowned there.

Paul: Charlie's bereft of life? This is a debacle! What will happen to the team after this?!

Paul: Charlie is like a son to me. He's a well-endowed, congenial kid. It is no surprise that he became Dundee's newfangled hero.

Paul: I pledge myself to coach him ever since he was in high school. My ultimate objective is to train him to become what's now.

Paul: Dundee has lost it’s star, and so have I. I lost my sublime student, and it's a great shame.

**Examine Lunch Box.**

Spyro: Amongst these foods, there seems to be a note here. And of course, it has to be faded!

Spyro: Rookie, you recover the message. I need to go for a smoke.

**Examine Note.**

Spyro: Back. Seems like you recovered it already. Give me that!

Spyro: So the note says, "Charlie, take this haggis for an everlasting spirit at the field. Love, Mum."

Spyro: Mum, huh? I guess we should inform his mom about his death. God, I hate trying to comfort grieving relatives, it's just…hard to do.

Spyro: Rookie, please warn me if I end up harsh. I want to avoid that. The last time I did, the damn old geezer forced me to do paperwork, and I hate that.

**Inform Hope MacGregor about her son's death.**

Spyro: Mrs. MacGregor, we're detectives for the local precinct, and we got devastating news to share with you.

Hope: No need to tell me, Paul told me already. My son did die, didn't he?

Hope: Fuckin' bampot, why does this have to happen to ME?! Charlie is the only one I got left after my husband's death!

Hope: My son is my angel, my spirit of life, my everything. Not only is he a great footballer, but he's also a well-behavin' bairn.

Hope: His pops died during a boat accident when he was 5. That's what pushes 'im to be what he's now.

Hope: Now please, leave me alone, Ah need tae grieve with this…this…wine I got.

Spyro: Listen, lady, maybe grieve on something better than making yourself look like an unhinged drunkard?

Hope: Don't tell me what to do with that attitude! Just get out!

Spyro: Goddamnit, rookie. You should've warned me if I went overboard! Look what you've done.

Spyro: Whatever, I'll just go apologize then. Gosh, I fucking hate being "nice".

**Analyze Bloody Rock.**

Enno: Yes…With just one drop of hydroxylammonium chloride, I can make the perfect poison that can kill in just one touch!

Enno: With this, I can conquer- Oh, I didn't see you two there! Forget what I said earlier.

Spyro: So, rookie, this guy's our head scientist, Enno Wiesendanger. Just beware, he's bloody crazy.

Enno: Crazy ain't the half of it!

Enno: But, I assume you want to know about this indecorous rock?

Enno: The blood belongs to your subject- I mean, the victim!

Enno: I guess the killer used this to knock him out, before drowning him.

Enno: I also found traces of mud on the rock. Judging by the shape itself, it looks like the killer accidentally stepped on it.

Enno: The shoe size and shape match those shoes used commonly for football. Since your victim's shoes are clean from mud…

Spyro: So it means that another football enthusiast killed him? Makes me dislike the sport once more.

**Autopsy Victim's Body.**

Alexa: Ganika, please stop with the Alexa jokes, I prefer Siri anyways.

Ganika: But…Oh wait, seems like Spyro and the detective has arrived, I gotta go now.

Alexa: So, you two wanted to know how the victim die correct?

Spyro: I don't think we need a professional's help to know he drowned.

Alexa: But you still need some insights for that, it's best to double check than not.

Alexa: I'm not exactly an expert on forensic pathology yet, but, yes, the victim did get knocked out when he hits the water.

Alexa: When you're unconscious, you'd still try to find a way to get air. But since you don't know your surroundings, if you place your head in water, you'll eventually breathe no matter what, and that explains how Mr. MacGregor succumbs.

Alexa: But that's not all, I found traces of whiskey on the victim's jersey. Your victim is clean from alcohol, which means the killer must've left the beverage when they're committing the murder!

Spyro: Drunkards are a pain in the ass, aren't they?

Spyro: So, let's just recap this case. A football player drowned in the river. The suspects include an unhinged spirit lady who washes clothes, the coach who speaks like a 19th-century gentleman, and the drunk mother of the victim.

Spyro: So far, none of the suspects said something hostile towards our dead guy. We're on a pretty bad start, right now.

Spyro: And I wonder if this case's gonna be supernatural-

Lei: Excuse me, I am Lei Beifong, from the Bureau. We wish to speak a word with you, detective.

Spyro: Great, now the authorities have arrived. What the hell do you guys want from us?

Lei: Sir, I don't know you well but I will whip you into shape.

Spyro: Is that supposed to be kinky?

Lei: More like a threat.

Spyro: You got guts to do that, lady.

Lei: You amuse me with that attitude you got.

Spyro: Whatever, now tell us what you want!

Lei: My superiors say that we're investing in supernatural research, and sent me here to "assist" you. And I think I can help you with a piece of valuable information about your case!

## Chapter 2

Spyro: Okay, we're listening. What is this "valuable information" you got?

Lei: Our research team has analyzed the crime scenes with further technology. And based on our findings, we found clues that there is a potential witness who might've seen the murder take place.

Spyro: And who is this witness?

Lei: We don't have a name yet. But since we didn't want to waste your time, here's a composite sketch of the man based on our data sources. You can identify this person yourself.

Spyro: And why can't you do it? Lazy? And you call yourself feds?

Lei: Don't test me, Mr. Perriades. My superiors have called me, so I will take my leave.

Spyro: This damn woman- Alright, rookie, let's identify this person. Hopefully, it's not a waste of time!

**Examine Composite Sketch.**

Spyro: So the person in this sketch is Ralph Ritchie, a local fisherman. Said that he's a Shetland local, but moved to Dundee years ago.

Spyro: Let's visit this guy then. I hope that Lei lady is right with this guy being a witness.

**Ask Ralph Ritchie if he witnessed the murder.**

Spyro: Mr. Ritchie, may we have a word-

Ralph: Th' hell ye guys want fae me? Ah did nothin' wrong 'ere! a'm juist a brassic auld fisherman trying tae hae mah peace!

Spyro: What a strong- Anyways, we heard that you may have witnessed the murder?

Ralph: Murder? whit murder? a dinnae ken anythin'.

Spyro: You seriously didn't see anything? Like, a football player? He's the one who got killed.

Ralph: Ah' not interested in any fitba players. Noo get lost, a'm trying tae catch a trout 'ere, 'n' ye'r disrupting mah peace!

Ralph: If ya'll waant tae learn aboot fitba sae much, juist go tae th' stadium. Tis nae even that far!

Spyro: Motherfu- That darn federal agent lady! "Research" my foot! All she did was give us the wrong leads! This guy didn't even know anything!

Spyro: And what's with his strong Scottish accent? Is this even English anymore?

Spyro: But he's right, we could find more leads at the stadium. Let's head there, rookie!

**Investigate Victim's Changing Room.**

Spyro: So this is where the players change their clothes, huh? What did you find?

Spyro: You found a phone? Don't just stand like that, crack the code!

Spyro: And there's also a letter here. All these clippings make me think this is a threat. I mean, just look at the letter. "Meet me at the river, or else hell will pay".

Spyro: To be fair, killer, you'd still give him hell to pay when he showed up.

Spyro: But back to the topic, you see this pink stain here? It seems sticky, but let's pick a sample.

**Examine Phone.**

Spyro: Wait, you cracked it already? It's only been five minutes since time passed!

Spyro: So, what are the contents? Let me see.

Spyro: So, there's a bunch of messages full of…insults from the victim and some guy called Jordan Sharp.

Spyro: The messages also talk about football stuff too, so I guess this Jordan is a teammate or a rival, well, let's talk to him.

**Inquire Jordan Sharp about his heated messages to the victim.**

Jordan: Hey, ye guys fans or something? Sorry, ah dinnae take any autographs right now.

Spyro: We're not your fans, Mr. Sharp. We're detectives, and we're wondering about the heated messages you wrote to the victim, Charlie MacGregor.

Jordan: V-victim? You're sayin' Charlie's dead?!

Jordan: L-look, it's not what it looks like! Tis just the way we talk! We're good chums! Using insults is like, the way for us Scots you know!

Jordan: Ah, sorry, let me just take this bubblegum to soothe myself.

Jordan: Man, Charlie was a guid mate AND teammate, I'll miss him dearly…

**Examine Threatening Letter.**

Spyro: Let's send this substance to the lab, especially Dr. Frankenstein's.

**Analyze Pink Substance.**

Enno: Don't mind me, you two. I'm just trying to measure how these mice will survive after getting mercury exposure!

Spyro: At this point, I'm just convinced you're a goddamn psychopath, Enno.

Enno: Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. But you're wondering about this substance, correct?

Enno: This is just bubblegum, nothing vicious.

Spyro: That's it? It's just bubblegum?

Enno: Pretty much. It's boring indeed, not valuable to the science of evilness.

Enno: I asked Madam Abasto to check if the victim had eaten any bubble gums, and he did not.

Spyro: So our killer chews bubblegum? They can chew on the cell doors later once we catch them.

Spyro: Also, you remember Charlie's teammate, Jordan? He just ate bubblegum earlier, so let's add that to his profile.

Spyro: So far, we have two new suspects.

Spyro: I won't say Ralph is worth a suspect, that geezer didn't know anything.

Spyro: As for Jordan, that guy seems to be saddened by his mate's death.

Spyro: I still don't believe anyone would find the victim "nice", there must be a lie. Rookie, let's go back to the river, we gotta find something there!

**Investigate Riverbed.**

Spyro: I wish I could go for a swim, the heat is killing me here!

Spyro: But I refuse to strip in front of a rookie like you. I prefer to do this myself, I hate getting accompanied.

Spyro: So, got any leads?

Spyro: Hm? Have you found a camera? I don't know if this is worth checking, but let's try.

Spyro: You also found a tabloid, it has the picture of the victim on it, so let's try to inscribe the faded letters on it!

**Examine Camera.**

Spyro: How the hell are you so fast? Anyways, what is in the camera roll?

Spyro: Something…messy, wow, just…great.

Spyro: You know what, let's ask our tech expert, Ash. Ash's pretty solid when it comes to digging data and restoring photos.

**Analyze Blurred Photo.**

Spyro: Rookie, this is Ash. She's-

Ash: Umm, I'm actually not a she. I go by they/them, mind you.

Spyro: Jeez, sorry. So, what have you got?

Ash: It's not that hard to restore this photo. It's the victim's camera who took this, and the person he took in this picture is the Bean-nighe herself!

Ash: She snuck into the dressing room, I don't know what her purpose is, but it's probably something with a piece of clothes.

Spyro: So she lied about grabbing the shirt at the RSS Discovery, we need to talk to her once more!

**Confront the Bean-nighe about her presence at the stadium.**

Bean-nighe: Excuse me…Do you mind if I take this…nutriment called bubblegum…Humans invented this and I loved it…

Spyro: Ms. Bean-nighe, let me ask you again. Did you get the victim's shirt in the boat?

Bean-nighe: Affirmative…I never lie, detective…Lying is a very infernal act…

Spyro: And you just did that, we found this. Care to explain why you entered the stadium?

Bean-nighe: I…Yes…I'm sorry…I lied…I did take the clothes there…

Bean-nighe: I have to wash his shirt…His death is indeed coming…I see it in my eyes…

Bean-nighe: But Charlie…He saw me…and took a picture…He thinks I'm trespassing…So I spook him a little…

Bean-nighe: I'm sorry if I am not honest at first…But I did not perform the profligate act called homicide…

Spyro: Although we're supposed to prove your innocence, if you're indeed the killer, we have no choice but to hand you your punishment!

**Examine Tabloid.**

Spyro: What did that thing say? Let me see…Bet it's gonna be something cliche like "Celebrity spotted CHEATING".

Spyro: Well I was wrong, it says, "Charlie MacGregor speaks out about Coach Chalmers: He took drugs, I got to report him."

Spyro: So, Charlie pretty much exposed his coach for doping? That makes up a motive, don't you think, rookie?

Spyro: Let's speak to Chalmers about this!

**Question Paul Chalmers about Charlie's claims of him being a drug user.**

Spyro: Mr. Chalmers, we found a tabloid where Charlie, your star athlete, exposes you as a drug user. Is that true?

Paul: Of course not, that bloody foolish, hard-headed scrub!

Paul: All of this doping notion, it's all on Charlie's! I witnessed him taking an enhancer last week ago!

Paul: When he sees me, he vehemently tried to sway me to be quiescent about this issue, by offering me some whiskey I savor!

Paul: As a moral man myself, I refused. I would report the boy to the officials!

Paul: Somehow, he got those drugs into my pouch, and called the cops on ME!

Paul: Worst part? The cops who regulated the case are racist as they characterize themselves, vetoing to take notice of my rights because I'm black!

Paul: They released me, but I am so incensed that I purchased a piece of bubblegum to alleviate myself. And now you're telling me that scrub dissipates misinformation about me on the press?!

Paul: Everything's over for me then! I'll lose my license to coach if this reaches worldwide!

Spyro: That'll be the least of your worries if you end up as the killer. Who knows, maybe you'll like your new license: Being an inmate!

Spyro: So, during our investigation, we found two new suspects…and some new leads about the spirit lady and the coach.

Spyro: We learned that Ms. Bean-nighe is not so "innocent" this time, since she got herself caught within the victim's sight.

Spyro: And the coach Chalmers said the victim framed him for drugs.

Spyro: Also, something has been bugging me for a while. It's about the second killer profile: The football thing.

Spyro: It would've been weird if we didn't add Chalmers and the teammate to the list, I mean, the two are professionals at the sport!

Spyro: Anyways, rookie, I think-

Hope: Detectives, t-there ye' a-are…

Spyro: Mrs. MacGregor? You look…drunk like a skunk. What the hell happened to you?

Hope: I am pro-propositioning…a new…principle…f-for meself ere…

Hope: J-just gonna warn ye tat I…I will find dis killer m-myself! A-and I will gib e-em s-sumthing they'll regret!

## Chapter 3

Spyro: Mrs. MacGregor, get your senses up! Don't try to do something you'll regret!

Spyro: Unless you want to stay in a cell, I suggest you sober down!

Hope: I...I zon't care! That bastarf, they meed to pay for klinning my son! I…I swearr I will c-chap their head if I zee them!

Spyro: You know what, you can stay in custody till you cool down, woman!

Hope: Kill…kill…son's…murder…

Spyro: F\*ck, what a crazy drunkard! At least we managed to lock her up before she ended up killing someone!

Spyro: I get her feelings, but bloody drunkards piss me off! Regardless of what their motives are!

Spyro: You know what rookie, let's go back to the stadium, maybe we can find some leads there!

**Investigate Locker.**

Spyro: Is it just me or did you just…find a lot of clues in a short amount of time?

Spyro: What the hell, rookie? Next time, you should start wearing a K9 collar, you are like the human version of them!

Spyro: So, you found a duffel bag, and judging by the initials "C.M.", it belongs to the victim.

Spyro: Not that bad to check the contents since he's dead, right?

Spyro: You also found a weird device here? It looks like…a peanut, maybe we can send this to Ash for a more thorough analysis!

Spyro: And what is this crucifix doing in here? There is a tag planted on it, let's see…

Spyro: Faded, as usual, guess we pick our kits and recover the text then.

**Examine Duffel Bag.**

Spyro: Aside from the jerseys and shorts, what did you find in here?

Spyro: Hm, a note? What does it say?

Spyro: "You are not going anywhere, or else I will ruin your career!". Whoever wrote this, must be angry at the victim.

Spyro: It's either the coach, the mom, or the teammate, but let's ask Jennifer to confirm who!

Spyro: By the way, she's our profiler. Quite horny, and creepy in general, I dislike her, but for the geezer, she's vital to the team. That f\*cking prick, I swear I will-

Spyro: Nevermind about that, let's just go.

**Analyze Note.**

Jennifer: My, my, you brought a new individual in here? Based on their looks, they fit my ideals in…you know.

Spyro: Please shut up and just tell us about the note, doll-shagger.

Jennifer: I'm more than a doll-shagger, Spyro. The note itself tells a whole story about one of your suspects!

Jennifer: The soft strokes indicate that the writer is a woman, probably in her 40s.

Jennifer: The curves and angle of the letters say that this woman is facing domestic-related problems, and is probably an alcoholic.

Jennifer: You can say, this is the victim's mother's work!

Spyro: Which opens an opportunity to speak with her once again, let's-

Jennifer: Before you go, detective, I have a personal question.

Jennifer: People keep saying I look like Jennifer Tilly, I don't see it.

Jennifer: What do you think of this?

Spyro: Don't answer her, rookie, that's the dumbest question I ever heard. Let's go talk to Mrs. MacGregor now!

**Grill Hope MacGregor about her letter to her son.**

Viktor: Mrs. MacGregor, can I hear more about your husband, if I may?

Hope: Yes, he's a very great man. I still miss him dearly…

Viktor: My condolences, Mrs. MacGregor, I wish-

Viktor: Oh, didn't see you two coming here. I shall leave now, then.

Viktor: By the way, I heard you are the new recruit to this team. I'm Viktor Klem, the spirit hunter.

Viktor: I mostly hunt spirits, and hear their problems. In fact, I can summon one-

Hope: Hey, Mr. Viktor? What is this "spirit hunting" thing you say?

Viktor: Uhh…it's nothing, Mrs. MacGregor, it was a little joke!

Viktor: Don't mind me, I'm just trying to calm her by befriending her and listening to her story.

Spyro: You're listening to the story of an alive person? Aren't you more used to spirits?

Viktor: I know, besides, I don't just listen and hunt the dead.

Viktor: I see dead people.

Viktor: Excuse me, I'm going to buy some whiskey, Mrs. MacGregor happens to like it too, just like me, so we could drink together later.

Hope: Uh, detective Perriades, and the other one, sorry for my…abhorrent act before, I was drunk that time…

Spyro: Don't mind that, we're asking about your letter to your son, care to explain?

Hope: Uhh…okay, I admit, I was angry at him.

Hope: It's because he tried to leave MY property, he tried to LEAVE ME!

Hope: Although I admit, our relationship hasn't been good this past year, he kept bringing strangers to our home, and always come home late.

Hope: I yelled at him for this, so I guess this is what pushes him to leave. But I can't accept it, he's the only one I have left!

Hope: That boy's been sleeping somewhere else before he does, I wish he stays at our home, so he might be still alive today.

Hope: I miss the days when we play football together, or the time we would talk about life while eating bubblegum on the field. Oh God, I miss him…

Spyro: If you killed him for your domestic problems, you got more problems to deal with in jail!

**Analyze Weird Device.**

Spyro: Hey, rookie, what is this smell even?

Ash: Oh, hey guys, don't mind me, I'm just eating instant noodles.

Spyro: Ash, I don't think the chief would appreciate you eating at work.

Spyro: But since I find that geezer annoying as well, I won't say anything.

Ash: Who said I hated Chief Joyner? We're not the same, Spyro, don't compare yourself with me.

Spyro: You're lucky I'm patient today, otherwise you would regret saying that.

Spyro: Moving on, have you checked the device yet?

Ash: Ahead of you, it's a recording device. A cheap one, you could buy one here for a few quids. Seems like it's owned by the victim, I found his fingerprints everywhere.

Ash: But what matters is the contents, take a listen.

Recording: "...Ye son o' a boot! what th' bugger are ye doein' in mah shack! git oot or ah will shoot ye wit' tis harpoon!..."

Spyro: This strong accent…there's only one person in my mind that's popping out.

Spyro: Let's confront Mr. Ritchie about this!

**Confront Ralph Ritchie about the aggressive recording.**

Spyro: Mr. Ritchie, you said you never encountered the victim, but this recording proved otherwise!

Ralph: Fannybaws! That damn mangled fud! Ah cannae believe he recorded that!

Ralph: Och aye, Ah did encoonter heem efter ah got home fae playing fitba for fun. He's bin sleepin' at mah shack, That guy's trespassin'!

Ralph: Ah saw that bawbag eat aw mah whiskey, and ah was furious!

Ralph: Sae ah grabbed mah harpoon and threatened heem tae gie aff mah property.

Ralph: That bairn buzzed aff so quickly once ah showed mah harpoon, hah, whit a numpty.

Spyro: After that, you followed him and then drowned him? The way you sound, you seem committed to murdering him!

Ralph: A'm no killer, you radge wee shite! Go away and chew mah banger!

Spyro: Holy f\*ck, is this guy even speaking English anymore? What are those insults even?

Spyro: All of those talks he made about how he threatened the victim, making him a primary suspect for this!

**Examine Tag.**

Spyro: So the tag says, "Seek God, Jordan. - Charlie."

Spyro: So Charlie is a religious nut. What would he send his teammate a crucifix and told him to seek God? Well, let's ask him about this.

**Question Jordan Sharp about the crucifix the victim sent.**

Jordan: Hey detectives, want some whiskey for relaxation? Tis quite guid, you know?

Spyro: Put that drink down and tell us about this crucifix Charlie gave you, why did he do that?

Jordan: Oh…well, Charlie's a very religious man, but the problem is, he just won't shut up about it!

Jordan: He always judges me for whatever ah dae, like I'm a massive sinner for doing ridiculous things.

Jordan: I feel like he's…nuts. I wish he would stop this attitude, like, it's not cool to do that tae your own best friend.

Spyro: If you killed him to stop his preaching, there is no way to atone for your sins in prison!

Spyro: Seems like all the suspects have a different light about the victim now.

Spyro: Mrs. MacGregor says that his son is trying to leave him, while Mr. Ritchie tried to kill him for trespassing, and Jordan's annoyed at his religious attitude.

Spyro: Question is, who killed him?

Tashard: That's what you're about to find out, now go back to the RRS Discovery, apparently they're opening the boat soon, and you don't want tourists to trample evidence!

Spyro: Then off we go to the boat.

**Investigate Deck.**

Spyro: Thankfully, the tourists haven't arrived yet, who knows what will happen if they did arrive?

Spyro: Okay, you found a pair of sandals, what about it?

Spyro: You say there's blood on it? Interesting, let's take a sample of it.

Spyro: And you found a cut-out newspaper? Do you think this is the one the killer used to lure the victim to the river?

Spyro: I see some materials there, we could dust it up!

Spyro: Damn, rookie, we're close to catching the killer, aren't we?

**Examine Sandals.**

Spyro: Let's send this blood to Enno! He might know who this belongs to!

**Analyze Blood Sample.**

Enno: Hey, detective, check this out!

Spyro: Dude? What the hell did you do to this platypus? Why is he so agile and dressed like a spy?

Enno: I altered his brain network and made him smarter than he was before. It was complicated, I tried this on a few mice and all of them died.

Enno: Miracle landed on me when I did this to this fellow platypus, so I made him an honorary pet. His name is Percy the Platypus.

Spyro: Okay…can we focus back on the blood results?

Enno: Ah yes, I can confirm that this isn't your victim's, but rather the killer.

Enno: I assume when they dragged the victim to the water, they accidentally scratched their feet on a nearby rock.

Enno: This blood is of B-, your victim is AB-, that means…

Spyro: The killer is B-? I can understand that they'll B-negative when we're close to them.

Spyro: Oh God, kill me for that pun…

**Examine Newspaper.**

Spyro: Let's take these fibers to Enno. Hopefully, he doesn't do anything crazy this time.

**Analyze Fibers.**

Enno: Damn you, Percy the Platypus, I trusted you and now you had to break all my beakers?!

Spyro: Enno, stop this charade and just explain the fibers.

Enno: Give me a sec, let me discipline this platypus brat quickly.

Spyro: ENNO!

Enno: Okay, chill. Let me just tell you about it first then.

Enno: It's brown hair. Your victim has it too, but this one is dry, and your victim's soaked in water, so this can't be his.

Spyro: So our killer has brown hair? Finally, we got enough profiles to lock this bastard up!

Spyro: Okay, rookie, this is the moment of truth. We're locking this killer up!

Spyro: What are we waiting for, let's go!

**Take care of the killer now!**

Spyro: Jordan, enough with the excuses, you're under arrest for the murder of Charlie MacGregor!

Spyro: Why? Did he annoy you so bad you decided to kill him?

Jordan: No, man, it's not the reason I killed him…

Jordan: It's because he betrayed me! And I can't forgive him for that!

Spyro: Why? Is it something football related?

Jordan: No, it's more personal…It's because my girlfriend cheated on me with him!

Jordan: Look, we've been friends since we're still bairns, but I can't believe he would do this on my back!

Jordan: When I followed my girlfriend and saw Charlie, I decided to let 'em be, and confront Charlie later on.

Jordan: I got him to appear in the river, before telling him about my girlfriend, but did you know what that shitgibbon said?

Jordan: He said my girlfriend never loved me, and it's always HIM that she loved!

Jordan: I was so livid that I hit him with a rock, then dragged him to the river, and let him drown!

Spyro: Ah love…the most basic motive for murder. Honestly, cuckold, you're the saddest killer I've ever encountered.

Spyro: Enjoy your time in jail, I'm sure you can find enjoyable "dates" up there!

Spyro: Rookie, let's take him to the authorities.

Spyro: Well, case solved, I guess. You did a good job, rookie, but that doesn't mean I will be impressed yet.

Spyro: But maybe I should call you a more fitting nickname.

Spyro: Like, I don't know, maybe evidence-sniffer? Or K9?

Spyro: Nah, I think rookie is better. I'll just keep it like that then.

Tashard: Congrats on solving the murder, detective. You impressed me.

Tashard: It's a shame that Jordan had to resort to murder all over love, it could've been handled in another way.

Tashard: But I digress, I guess it's time for a break then, detective. I'll see you later.