Dock Patrol 101/Transcript

*Inspector Hannah*: Hey, good morning <Name>. Look at you all bright and ready to go!

*Officer Simpson*: Inspector Hannah, <Rank> <Name>, Chief Shannon has asked me to inform you of a dead body found on the docks.

*Simpson*: He wants you to investigate.

*Hannah*: Great. I guess crime never takes a break, huh <Name>? Come on Simpson, you can tag along. You can buy the coffee!

## Chapter 1

**Investigate Lockhart's Office**

*Hannah*: Hey, <Name>, is it just me or is it reeking out here?!

*Simpson* (laughing): It is the docks, Inspector. You should put on a brave face like <Rank> <Name> and I.

*Hannah*: ...

*Hannah*(angrily): Shouldn't you be getting the <rank> and I some coffee, officer? We have an investigation to begin!

*Simpson*: Yes... yes, sir.

**(After Investigating Lockhart's Office)**

*Derek*: Ugh, this poor fella has been lying here for quite a while.

*Derek*: According to his ID, he's Thomas Lockhart and was the manager of this office and was responsible for bringing in shipments.

*Simpson*: Inspector, <Rank>, I have already found you an eye-witness; says his name is Andrew Holmes and he worked for the victim.

*Derek*: Great, thanks. You escort him to the precinct, Simpson. What clues did you pick up, <Name>?

*Derek*: Huh, just a sticky ruler? I suppose it could be useful.

*Derek*: Let's get out of here. We'll take the body to Wendie and then get us some nose plugs!

**Autopsy Victim's Body**

*Wendie*(happy): Mama loves it when you guys bring home the bacon!

*Derek*: Nice to see you're happy, Shields. What do you have for us?

*Wendie*: Right down to business... I like it!

*Wendie*: Thomas had been left overnight to brew. He had multiple gunshot wounds. Whoever did this must have been seriously aggravated by the victim.

*Derek*: Did the killer leave anything behind?

*Wendie*: Yes! They must have got in an altercation 'cause your guy has some grazes on his knuckles.

*Wendie*: I swabbed them for blood particles. They came back as A- - which isn't a match to our victim's as he's B+!

*Derek*: Excellent work, Wendie. Happy hour is on me tonight!

*Wendie*: You bet your sweet behind it is.

**Speak with Andrew Holmes**

*Andrew*: Poor Mr. Lockhart. He was really a great guy, he always treated me right.

*Derek*: Andrew, did you notice anything was different about Thomas prior to his murder? By that, I mean his behavior, personality. Any small thing would help.

*Andrew*: Honestly, no. He was a straight guy. Came into work. Clocked his nine hours then went home and crashed on the couch.

*Andrew*: The guys and I invited him out a few times, but it was something he never really took a fancy to. Mr. Lockhart preferred his own company.

*Derek*: Ok... please stick around in case we need to speak with you further, Andrew. Thank you.

**Examine Sticky Ruler**

*Derek*: Alright, <Name>, time to bring out your evidence kit and collect a swab of that substance.

**(After Examining Sticky Ruler)**

*Derek (happy)*: Excellent work! Let's send this to our lab guy, Don Stark. He's our to-go guy when it comes to things like this!

**Analyse Unknown substance**

*Dr. Stark*: Good afternoon, <Rank> <Name>. It's an honor to meet you. We'll have to speak on better terms next time as I suspect---

*Derek*: Yeah, sorry Don, but we don't have enough time for this idle chit-chat. Tell us about the substance that <Name> found on the ruler.

*Don*: Very well, Inspector.

*Don*: The substance on the ruler was grease. Which makes a lot of sense, considering the victim worked on the docks.

*Derek(leafing through the paper)*: Wendie reported no signs of grease on the victim's body...

*Don*: <Rank> <Name> has the right of it, Inspector. Whoever murdered your victim had grease stains on their hands!

*Derek*: Great work, Don. Superb as always.

*Don*: Yes, well I try. Now go fetch this man's killer so I can have a proper introduction with <Name> here!

**(After Analysing Unknown substance)**

*Derek*: What do you suggest we do next, <Name>? I think we've got all we can get from that one crime scene.

*Derek(in thought)*: You want to check out the street behind the office, off to the side of the docks? Alright. I'll drive.

**Investigate Backstreet**

**(After Investigating Backstreet)**

*Derek(elated)*: Awesome work, <Rank>! We've found and registered the murder weapon!

*Derek*: Hey, who're they over there?

*Mallory*: Oh you wretched little creature! For the last time, I have nothing to say to you.

*Grace*: Really, Mrs. Delacroix? Are you still defending the family you married into? Especially after the embarrassment your husband caused you last month?

*Mallory(blushing)*: Steven and I are better now... now, leave me alone or I'll call the police on you for harassing me!

*Derek*: Woah, feisty.

*Derek*: Hey did that woman in the deep red get called Mrs. Delacroix?! I thought she looked vaguely familiar!

*Derek*: Huh, <Name>? You want to talk to both of them?

*Derek*: Well, I suppose considering how close they were to the main crime scene, it wouldn't hurt to ask them.

**Speak with Mallory Delacroix**

*Mallory*: Yes, hello. Can I help you?

*Derek*: Mrs. Delacroix, good afternoon. I am Inspector Hannah and this is my partner, <Rank> <Name>.

*Mallory(stern)*: I know who you both are.

*Derek*: We are investigating the murder of a docks worker, and couldn't help but witness your argument with that young woman.

*Mallory*: I don't know anything about any docks personnel, but I'll tell you about the woman I was arguing with.

*Mallory*: Her name is Grace Leahy. She's some sort of Human Rights activist, but it's like half of the time she's trying to expose deep, dark secrets that you want to stay buried.

*Derek*: Do you have any "deep, dark secrets", Mrs. Delacroix?

*Mallory*: No, I don't. You must leave now. If Steven learns you were here, he'll probably ship us back to Canada for another fortnight. I'd hate to miss my fishing tournament.

**Speak with Grace Leahy**

*Grace*: Pamphlets! Read up on global warming RIGHT HERE!

*Derek*: Excuse me, miss--

*Grace(excitedly)*: Oh, would you like to learn some tricks on saving our planet.

*Derek*: No thanks. I'd rather we discuss your argument with Mallory Delacroix right next to our crime scene.

*Grace*: Crime scene?

*Derek*: Yes, a Thomas Lockhart was found dead in his office this morning. Does the name ring a bell?

*Grace*: No, I'm afraid not. Sorry.

*Derek(sigh)*: Well, is there anything you can recall from - if any - previous visits down the alleyway.

*Grace*: Well... Last night, while I was on the phone to a new recruit, I noticed a man slinking outside the office buildings. I couldn't get a good look at him. Sorry.

*Grace*: I have to go now. Good luck with your investigation.

**(After Speak with Grace Leahy)**

*Derek: Hey <Name>, did you notice that both women had grease stains on their hands? Right it down, quick!*

*Derek*: Anyway, let's head back to the station and inform Chief Shannon of our findings so far.

## Chapter 2

*Shannon*: How is the murder investigation of Mr Lockhart going, detectives? Have you got any leads?

*Derek(in thought)*: It's a bit of a slow investigation, Chief.

*Derek*: So far, we know that Lockhart was shot at point-blank range. Andrew Holmes wasn't much use as he claims Lockhart kept to himself.

*Shannon*: Sorry Inspector, but that isn't good enough!

*Shannon*: Take <Rank> <Name> with you to the Garbage Bin near-by Lockhart's office. Maybe our killer was stupid enough to dump some clues in there.

**Investigate Garbage Bin**

*Derek*: Man, the Chief really wasn't happy with us back there, <Name>. Let's hope you've found something good!

*Derek(unwell)*: Is that a clump of hair? Gross! Let's get it to Don before I puke all over it.

*Derek*: Oh hey, a torn-up magazine. Why don't you put it back together, <Name>, and see why someone would want to tear it up!

*Chandler*: Well, hello there detectives. I imagine your parents are so pleased their children look through rubbish for a living!

*Derek*: What the...?! Hey, buddy - this is a crime scene! Get behind that tape and wait for <Rank> <Name> to take your statement.

**Speak with Chandler Arcol**

*Derek*: So, Mr Arcol, why did you decide to take a stroll through our crime scene?

*Chandler*: Son, I had a meeting set up with Thomas Lockhart, but he's not answering any of my calls. I was heading to his office when you both interrupted me.

*Derek*: Hate to break it to you, Mr Arcol, but Thomas is dead. He was shot last night.

*Chandler(disappointed)*: Well that's unfortunate. I was hoping to close a very important deal with him this afternoon.

*Derek(suspicious)*: Uh huh. And what kind of deal would that be, Mr Arcol?

*Chandler(nervous)*: That is private and confidential information. Between myself, Thomas and Wesley King.

*Derek*: Who?

*Chandler*: He used to work on the docks under Lockhart before he got sacked for attitude issues. King is the one who introduced us. Was very keen on us meeting.

*Derek*: I see. Thank you for your time, Mr Arcol. We will be in touch with you if we have any more questions.

*Chandler*: Yeah, yeah. Try and not disturb my fishing programs, okay?

**(After Speak with Chandler Arcol**)

*Derek(annoyed)*: My money is pegged on that guy as a troublemaker, <Name>. I just feel he's going to cause a lot of bother for us.

*Derek*: Although, he did give us a new lead. Let's go and speak to this Wesley King.

**Speak with Wesley King**

*Wesley*: Oh great, pigs are just what I need!

*Derek*: Good afternoon to you too, Wesley. Did you hear the news about your former boss?

*Wesley*: Yeah. You won't see me mourn for that a-hole. He got what was coming to him!

*Derek*: What do you mean by that, Wesley?

*Wesley*: I worked for Lockhart for four solid years. Did all the runt work no one else did. I asked for one tiny favour and he blows it way out of proportion.

*Derek*: What kind of favour?

*Wesley*: I gotta pay money towards my little kid. He knew that. I asked him to pay me extra for all the extra shifts I pulled. He sacked me for nothing major! Thought I'd make it up to him by introducing him to that old man. Lockhart never called me back.

*Derek*: Thanks for the info, kid. Stick around in-case we have anymore questions for you.

**(After speaking with Wesley King)**

*Derek*: Good eye, <Name> I never would have noticed those grease stains on his fingers without you pointing it out. Take a note of it!

**Analyse discoloured hair fragment**

*Don*: Hey Inspector, <Rank>, I ran the hair fragment through a colour magnifier and found something very interesting.

*Don*: The hair was too damaged to identify with DNA samples, but the magnifier indicates it is indeed blonde. Therefore it is safe to assume your killer has blonde hair!

*Derek*: Excellent work, Stark! Come on <Name>, we are just a couple of clues and facts away from solving this case!

*Derek*: Let's go take a look at the Disposal Area near the bin we searched through earlier. We need to grab Simpson too, as I have a job for him.

**Investigate Disposal Area**

*Simpson*: I feel honoured that you guys brought me back out again. I barely get to help with big cases like this!

*Derek*: Yeah, that's great. Hush up, Simpson. I'll tell you what we need you to do after <Name> has finished up here.

**(After Investigate Disposal Area)**

*Derek*: Alright <Name>! Good findings. A coffee cup and a red fragment of something.

*Derek*: Don't see any point in bothering Wendie over something so small, so I'll show you how to identify that red fragment.

*Derek*: Simpson! Bring over the <Rank>'s dusting kit for this coffee cup, and I'll tell you what we need you to do.

*Simpson(happy)*: I'm here, Inspector. Here's the dusting kit as well. I'll do whatever you ask me efficiently!

*Derek*: Good. I want you to look into each of the suspects and get more info on how they spend their personal time.

*Derek*: There's been too much physical evidence in this case, but we need some more groundwork done before we progress further.

*Simpson*: At once, sir! Once I have the information, I'll meet you both in the lab.

*Derek*: Thanks, Simpson. Come on, <Name>, let's get to work!

**Dust coffee cup for fingerprints**

*Derek*: Nice work, <Rank>. According to the database, the cup was held by Mallory Delacroix.

*Derek*: Huh. Didn't Mrs Delacroix say she didn't know anyone who worked on the docks?

*Derek*: I don't see any women of her pride and nature taking a casual stroll by the docks without a purpose.

*Derek*: Guess we're going back to the Delacroix estate, <Name>. I'll drive.

**Ask Mallory Delacroix if she ever knew the victim**

*Mallory*: Inspector, <Rank>. What makes you darken my door once more?

*Derek*: Mrs Delacroix, we found your coffee cup near Lockhart's office. Is there something you're not telling us?

*Mallory(angry)*: That middle-class low-life made the deal with Arcol, didn't he?!

*Derek*: He might have. If you could give us more information, it'll help us to rule you out as his killer.

*Mallory*: Look, I didn't hurt him. I went over there to talk him out of making a deal with Chandler, but by the time I got to him, his office was plastered with "Arcol Agendas" merchandise.

*Derek*: How do you know Chandler Arcol?

*Mallory*: He is my father-in-law's business rival. This part of Palms Heights is dominated mainly by Delacroix Industries and Arcol Agendas, <Rank>, and my father-in-law was so close to dominating it until that Lockhart betrayed him!

*Derek*: That's a pretty good motive to kill someone, Mrs Delacroix.

*Mallory(annoyed)*: I'm telling you both now -- I didn't have anything to do with his death!

*Derek*: I hope for your family's sake that you're telling us the truth.

**Analyse red fragment**

*Derek*: Alright <Name>, let's see how you fair at this new type of equipment the Chief recently commissioned. Show me how skilful you really are!

**(After Analyse red fragment)**

*Derek*: You're a natural, <Rank>. It looks like that fragment came from a red hat!

*Derek*: The victim wasn't wearing one, so it's safe to assume that the killer wears one.

*Simpson(off-screen)*: Inspector, <Rank>, glad I found you in time.

*Derek*: Hey, Simpson. What have you got for us?

*Simpson*: Well, every one of your suspects enjoys watching fishing programs. And Andrew Holmes is the only other suspect who has grease stains on his fingers.

*Derek*: Excellent work, Simpson. Make sure to add it to the profiles, <Name>, so we can keep ourselves right.

**Take care of the killer now!**

*Shannon*: Alright, <Rank>, you and Derek have had long enough to put the clues together. It's time to arrest Thomas Lockhart's killer once and for all.

**(After arresting Wesley King)**

*Derek*: Wesley King, we are arresting you for the murder of Thomas Lockhart!

*Wesley*: Woah, wait, what? You can't do that - you have no proof!

*Derek*: We do, Wesley. We found drops of your blood on his body when you fought him before shooting him to death.

*Wesley*: You have no proof I shot the gun!

*Derek*: We found your torn-up fishing magazine at another crime scene, alongside a thread from your red hat and a piece of your hair.

*Derek*: You might as well just confess, Wesley. It'll be easier for you.

*Wesley(disappointed)*: You guys are right.

*Wesley*: That night, after the deal was made, I went to meet Lockhart at his office to try and convince him to give me my job back.

*Wesley*: The greedy bastard wouldn't listen to me! He was too invested in drooling over the cash that Chandler had given him to listen to me.

*Wesley*: Because of him, my ex-girlfriend refuses to let me see my daughter as I don't make enough money to pay benefits towards her care!

*Wesley*: That's why I did it -- for my daughter!

*Derek(sad)*: Not only have you taken an innocent man's life, Wesley, but you robbed a little girl of ever seeing her dad again. You're under arrest.

**(At Wesley's Trial)**

*Judge Peters(happy)*: Thank you for bringing this convict to my court, <Rank> <Name>, and welcome to the city! I'm sure we'll be seeing much more of each other.

*Judge Peters*: Wesley King, you are brought here to answer for your crime of killing Thomas Lockhart. Do you have anything to say, Mr King?

*Wesley*: I know what I did was wrong but I didn't have any other choice. He was stopping me from seeing my daughter!

*Judge Peters*: You stopped yourself, Mr King. If you had bothered to look for another job, I am almost positive you would have been able to see your daughter again.

*Judge Peters*: After considering the evidence, I am sentencing you to a lifetime sentence with a possible chance of patrol in twenty-five years time.

*Wesley(crying)*: No! My daughter will never know me now!

*Judge Peters(angry)*: You should have considered your actions. Trial dismissed - get this man out of here!

**(After Wesley's Trial)**

*Derek*: Well that was certainly a case, <Name>.

*Derek(sad)*: I feel bad for Wesley's daughter. I have a daughter of my own and imagining being separated from her would be unbearable.

*Derek*: Let's grab a coffee, <Rank>. Do you have any children?