Myriam Bardot

**Myriam** is one of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call.

## Passidex entries

* **You have met Myriam.**

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

* **You don't remember Myriam at all.**

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* **Myriam tells you the story about the little boy who was beaten...**

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* **...and she went to the police station.**

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* **...and she decides not to say anything.**

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* **Myriam told you about her crush on the dad...**

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* **...and you got involved.**

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* **...and you kept your distance.**

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* **Myriam told you about the freaky boy she sits for...**

This story starts with "These are... new clients... Their son is totally... weird."
You'll get this entry just for hearing the story, regardless of your choices. Only the last decision matters in terms of the following two Passidex entries.

* **...and you told her about your brother.**

At the end of Myriam's story about the **freaky boy**, she'll ask you "Have you ever seen that kind of behaviour? That kind of... evil?"
Choose to **tell her the truth** in order to get this entry. Optionally, you can also choose to think first, as it'll ask you again after.

* **...and you decided to lie.**

At the end of Myriam's story about the **freaky boy**, she'll ask you "Have you ever seen that kind of behaviour? That kind of... evil?"
Choose to **lie** in order to get this entry. Optionally, you can also choose to think first, as it'll ask you again after.

## Transcripts

### The freaky boy she sits for...

Your next passenger has that overtired look worn by so many young Parisians. She collapses into the backseat and mumbles an address on the other side of the city. You start driving. You discretely watch her in the rearview mirror. Her face... looks familiar. Maybe she's famous? Maybe you've driven her before? After a few minutes, you decide she must be a babysitter: young, not necessarily wealthy, an expression of utter boredom on her face. You often pick up this kind, especially in nice neighbourhoods.

You sense your passenger wants to talk about the killer. It's simple: since the first murder, everyone thinks they know something. Everyone thinks they saw something. And this passenger...is no exception...

« Having a good evening? »
(Leave her alone.)

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You choose to keep an eye on the road. Out your window, Paris is just beginning to fall asleep. Occasionally, you catch her glancing discretely at you, like maybe she recognises you too... Several minutes go by before she dares break the silence.

**MYRIAM:** *"May I ask you something?"*

She leans forward slightly.

**MYRIAM:** *"We... uh... you and I have already talked. You may not remember, but I was babysitting for an Iranian family and..."*

She leaves her sentence hanging.

« Of course... »
« No, sorry. »
(Say nothing.)

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She eventually shakes her head.

**MYRIAM:** *"Oh well... It's not at all the same situation, anyway. These are... new clients... Their son is totally... weird."*

The word "weird" hangs suspended in the air for a few seconds.

**HOUSSINE:** *"What do you mean... weird?"*

**MYRIAM:** *"He makes me feel really uncomfortable... He's... Disturbing. It's like I'm babysitting a... future serial killer."*

You stare at her.

**HOUSSINE:** *"Serial killer?"*

**MYRIAM:** *"Yeah... Yes."*

She freezes.

**MYRIAM:** *"Promise not to laugh?"*

You nod; she starts to talk.

**MYRIAM:** *"This evening... I was watching TV... with the volume way down. Suddenly, I hear something ring in the kitchen. I get up off the couch and smell... this super pungent stink of plastic."*

She wrinkles her nose like the stench had followed her all the way into the cab.

**MYRIAM:** *"I open the door... smoke comes out... it's black... thick... And there, in the microwave, I find..."*

She sighs.

**MYRIAM:** *"A toy. A cartoon action figure. It was all melted on a plate, but you could still make out its shape and colour."*

« The kid did it? »
« Who did that? »
(Say nothing.)

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**MYRIAM:** *"So I go look in his bedroom... He's right there. Lying still, eyes closed. He's asleep."*

She freezes.

**MYRIAM:** *"Or at least pretending to be... But it had to be him."*

She's shaking. Her expression begins to reflect the... fall-out from her surprise... her fear.

**MYRIAM:** *"Shit..."*

« The kid did it? »
« Who did that? »
(Say nothing.)

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**MYRIAM:** *"Sometimes he sets... traps just outside the bathroom."*

**HOUSSINE:** *"Traps?"*

She nods.

**MYRIAM:** *"When I come out, there are tacks on the floor... You know, thumbtacks?"*

**HOUSSINE:** *"Oh, yeah..."*

She closes her eyes. The memory of the pain comes back to her, settles in... She moans lightly.

**MYRIAM:** *"Or once... I don't know how he did it, but I found a huge hairball in my coffee..."*

She sinks into the back seat.

**MYRIAM:** *"Like the nasty kind you pull out of the shower pipes, you know?"*

You can easily picture that kind of hairball.

**MYRIAM:** *"I thought I was going to... throw up. Most of the time it's just his... looks... or words he mumbles... I ready him a story and every time I turn the page, he's like..."*

She imitates what appears to be the boy's voice...

**MYRIAM:** *"Is the bunny going to die?" "Is he going to kill he turtle?" "What's it feel like when you... you..."*

She stops her imitation, shaking with disgust.

**MYRIAM:** *"...crush a turtle with your foot?"*

She shakes her head.

**MYRIAM:** *"Kids just don't talk like that..."*

« You need to leave. »
« What are you going to do? »
« You need to talk to his parents... »
(Say nothing.)

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**MYRIAM:** *"I have to... leave. When I talk to them about it, they tell me it's nothing, that I shouldn't worry... And they double my tip... They don't want to lose me... And they..."*

She stares at you.

**MYRIAM:** *"They know their son is different."*

She shuts her eyes.

**MYRIAM:** *"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that... but..."*

You're not far from your destination.

**MYRIAM:** *"But he's not normal... There's something... twisted about him... something wicked... You know... I've been babysitting since I was 13. This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this. Kids are all... good. Some are difficult, temperamental, violent even... But they're not... ...ROTTEN!"*

She turns her head away when you pull up to her place. A minute goes by. You avoid her gaze; she avoids yours. She pays and, just before opening the door, says...

**MYRIAM:** *"You have kids?"*

You lie.

**HOUSSINE:** *"No."*

**MYRIAM:** *"Have you ever seen that kind of behaviour? That kind of... evil?"*

(Tell the truth.)
(Lie.)
(Think.)

At first, you hesitate to say 'yes'... Your brother was... cruel. He had something inside that pushed him to destroy... to hurt people. It was in his nature. Like he was born a wolf and you a sheep. But something deep inside tells you this young woman needs your support.

(Tell the truth.)
(Lie.)

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**HOUSSINE:** *"Never."*

She watches you closely for a second, her eyes staring into yours.

**MYRIAM:** *"Thank you for listening, in any case."*

**HOUSSINE:** *"No problem."*

Her smile hangs in the air. One minute later, your passenger is in the lobby of her building. You almost forgot about her, as your thoughts were so focused on... your brother. Something tickles you -- a breeze, maybe? You start driving so you don't have to think about it.

## Notes

(Leave her alone.), (Say nothing.)x4, (Think.), (Lie.)