"My city hall friend had a problem with his wife, Jill. I don't do divorces. The only option left was to rescue their marriage."
Sam Lowry: Uh, hi there, detective. Could you spare a moment?
Detective: Sure thing. What's the matter, another calamity in the city hall?
Sam Lowry: No, not at all. It's a... personal matter. Me and my wife, well... we're not getting along lately.
Sam Lowry: Uh, hello. It's Sam Lowry. I need your expertise.
Detective: Sure. What do you need a detective for?
Sam Lowry: Frankly, I need to talk to a woman I trust. Me and my wife, well... we're not getting along lately.
Detective: I don't do divorces.
Sam Lowry: No, no! I want to fix it. You will help me save my marriage, right? Please!
Detective: Okay, I need to figure out what is the problem between Sam and Jill. I have my suspicions...
- 5 magnifiers
- 3 fingerprints
- 3 photos
- 3 maps
- 1 knuckle
- 3 footprints
- 3 photos
Detective: Just as I thought... Jill considers Sam a bit too wimpy. I guess, we need a situation where Lowry could show his strength and courage.
Suspect identification: A Helping HandEdit
Detective: I know it's a weird request Leo, but I need your help to save someone's marriage. I need to hire a lowlife crook. Someone frail and wimpy, preferably with acting skills.
Leonardo McLean: Putting on some kind of a show? Well, let me see... maybe I know someone like that. But what will I get in return?
Detective: Uh, I dunno. If you ever wind up in a jail, I'll break you out of it. Now, can you help me or not?
Detective: I'll probably regret this, but... Leo, I need your help to save someone's marriage and to do that I need to hire a lowlife crook. Someone frail and wimpy, preferably with acting skills.
Leonardo McLean: Putting on some kind of a show? Maybe I know someone like that... but it'll cost you. A date with a thief in return for saving a marriage. Seems fair, doesn't it?
Detective: Leo, you have lot of nerve... Ok. You'll have your "date", but on my terms. And now, your end of the deal...
Leonardo McLean: Oh, yes, this guy. Harry Hatter. He's as lousy as you can get. A very bad pickpocket, a terrible burglar and he probably couldn't hurt a fly.
Detective: Exactly what I had in mind! Thanks, Leo, I'm on my way to find him.
Detective: That's what I need. You'll have your date, then.
City search: Part-time CrookEdit
Detective: Apparently Hatter is such a bad thief, he works honest jobs around the city to make a living. I need to find him quickly for the whole masquerade.
The crook you are looking for was seen:
- in the distance of 1 from railways
- not more than 2 from water
- exactly 2 from a port
- more than 2 from warehouses
- On the map there are 2 warehouses
Detective: Looks like he found a job at the gas station.
Detective: Hi there, Harry. You have a certain reputation around the town, don't you?
Harry Hatter: A reputation of a failure, you mean. I've seen you chasing after big-time crooks, so why do you bother me, detective?
Detective: My friend, he wants to impress a lady. Stopping a burglar in front of her would do the trick. But being quite a frail type, he needs a frail thug as well.
Harry Hatter: So... a fake burglary? Sure, why not. I can use the money. But I need an easy access to the house I'm going to burglarize. I'm not good with lockpicks, you know.
Crime scene search: Easy AccessEdit
Detective: The plan goes like this: you take Jill outside. I enter your apartment and arrange an easy access for Harry. Maybe he can get inside through a window or ventilation shaft...
Sam Lowry: And what happens then?
Detective: Harry breaks into your apartment in the night. You try to overpower him. He'll put up a fight so that Jill won't notice it's all an act, but don't worry. He won't hurt you.
Detective: What's this? A cracked window pane. If I remove this piece of glass, Harry will be able to easily reach the latch and open the window from the outside.
Sam Lowry: It worked like a charm! Harry's acting was superb! I almost thought he wanted to kill me, but I managed to kick him out of the apartment. Jill was so proud!
Sam Lowry: I must say, when I first saw him... well, he didn't seem so wimpy as you described him. Six feet tall, blonde hair, muscular...
Detective: Wait, what? Harry Hatter is five feet, frail and black haired. That wasn't him! That was some other burglar!
Sam Lowry: Oh. Oh my. I think I'm going to faint...