Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife. I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar. Hank: What do you want? Connor: You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators. Hank: Well I don't need any assistance. Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here.
-UNDERSTANDING Connor: I understand that some people are not comfortable in the presence of androids, but I am-- Hank: I am perfectly comfortable. Now back off before I crush you like an empty beer can. -PERSIST Connor: I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you. Hank: You know where you can stick your instructions? Heh heh. Connor: No. Where? Hank: Never mind. (HANK v)
-BUY HIM ANOTHER DRINK Connor: You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say? Bartender, the same again, please. (HANK ^^^) Hank: See that, Jim? Wonders of technology. Make it a double. Did you say homicide?
--
Hank: You wait here. I won't be long.
-DIPLOMATIC Connor: My instructions are to accompany you to the crime scene, Lieutenant. (HANK ^) Hank: Listen, I don't give a fuck about your instructions. I told you to wait here, so you shut the fuck up and you wait here.
>CONFLICTING ORDERS, SELECTING PRIORITY >FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON
Joss: Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide? Hank: I'm not confirming anything. Reporter: Have they said anything? Bystander: I didn't even know someone was living there. Reporter: Typical DPD, they don't tell us shit! Police Android: Androids are not permitted beyond this point. Hank: It's with me. What part of "stay in the car" didn't you understand? Connor: You order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant. Hank: You don't talk, you don't touch anything and you stay outta my way, got it? Connor: Got it. Ben: Evening, Hank. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show. Hank: Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me. Ben: So... got yourself an android, huh? Hank: Oh, very funny. Just tell me what happened. Ben: We had a call around eight from the landlord. The tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months, so he thought he'd drop by, see what was going on... That's when he found the body. Jesus, that smell. Was even worse before we opened the windows.
>LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Ben: The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault... According to the neighbors, he was kind of a loner... Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him. Hank: Ugh, the state he's in... wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. Could've waited until morning. Ben: I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon. Hank: Any sign of a break in? Ben: Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way. Hank: What do we know about his android? Ben: Not much. The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived. I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me.
>REVIEW EVIDENCE >VICTIM USED DRUGS
Hank: Each letter is perfect... It's way too neat, no human writes like this.
>NO FINGERPRINTS, ANDROID INVOLVEMENT?
Hank: Ugh, Jesus! What the hell are you doing? Connor: I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you. Hank: Okay, just... don't... put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it? Connor: Got it. Hank: Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit.
Hank: Chris, was this written in the victim's blood? Chris: I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis.
>REGULAR LETTERS, FONT CYBERLIFE SANS >VICTIM FELL HERE >VICTIM WAS STABBED >THEY CAME FROM THE KITCHEN
Connor: He was stabbed... 28 times. Hank: Yeah. Seems like the killer really had it in for him.
Hank: Red ice... Seems like our friend Carlos liked to party. Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics. Chris: Consider it done, Lieutenant. Mike, you finished taking samples there? Mike: Yeah, that's it.
>SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE >MURDER WEAPON TAKEN FROM HERE >DEVIANT TOOK A KNIFE >DEVIANT WAS ATTACKED: EMOTIONAL SHOCK >OBSESSIVE WRITING >RELIGIOUS OFFERING?
Hank: Door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way. Connor: There are no footprints, apart from Officer Collins' size 10 shoes. Hank: Well this happened weeks ago. Tracks could've faded. Connor: No, this type of soil would've retained a trace. No one's been out here for a long time.
>DEVIANT DIDN'T ESCAPE THIS WAY >REPORT TO LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant, I think I've figured out what happened. Hank: Oh yeah? Shoot. I'm all ears. Connor: It all started...
-IN THE KITCHEN Connor: In the kitchen. Hank: There are obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what exactly happened here. Connor: I think the victim attacked the android...
-WITH THE BAT Connor: With the bat. Hank: That lines up with the evidence. Go on.
-THE ANDROID STABBED THE VICTIM Connor: The android stabbed the victim. Hank: So the android was trying to defend itself, right? Okay, then what happened? Connor: The victim fled to...
-THE LIVING ROOM Connor: The living room. Hank: And he tried to get away from the android. Alright, that makes sense. Connor: The android murdered the victim...
-WITH THE KNIFE Connor: With the knife.
Hank: Okay, your theory's not totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went. Connor: It was damaged by the bat... and lost some Thirium. Hank: Lost some what? Connor: Thirium. You call it "blue blood." It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye. Hank: Oh... but I bet you can still see it, can't you. Connor: Correct. (HANK ^)
>SEARCH FOR BLUE BLOOD TRACES >A LADDER WAS USED >TRACES LEAD TO THE ATTIC >FIND SOMETHING TO CLIMB
Hank: Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with that chair? Connor: I'm going to check something. Hank: Huh. Gonna check something.
>SEARCH ATTIC >DEVIANT LOCATED
[FOUND DEVIANT]
Deviant: I was just defending myself. He was gonna kill me. I'm begging you, don't tell 'em. Hank: Connor, what the fuck is going on up there? Connor: It's here, Lieutenant. Hank: Holy shit. Chris! Ben! Get your asses in here now! Come on!
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PARTNERS
>FIND LT ANDERSON
>SCAN FACES
LT. ANDERSON, HANK
Born: 09/06/1985 // Police Lieutenant
Criminal record: None
>INTRODUCE SELF
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife. I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.
Hank: What do you want?
Connor: You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.
Hank: Well I don't need any assistance. Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here.
-UNDERSTANDING
Connor: I understand that some people are not comfortable in the presence of androids, but I am--
Hank: I am perfectly comfortable. Now back off before I crush you like an empty beer can.
-PERSIST
Connor: I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.
Hank: You know where you can stick your instructions? Heh heh.
Connor: No. Where?
Hank: Never mind. (HANK v)
-BUY HIM ANOTHER DRINK
Connor: You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say? Bartender, the same again, please. (HANK ^^^)
Hank: See that, Jim? Wonders of technology. Make it a double. Did you say homicide?
--
Hank: You wait here. I won't be long.
-DIPLOMATIC
Connor: My instructions are to accompany you to the crime scene, Lieutenant. (HANK ^)
Hank: Listen, I don't give a fuck about your instructions. I told you to wait here, so you shut the fuck up and you wait here.
>CONFLICTING ORDERS, SELECTING PRIORITY
>FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON
Joss: Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide?
Hank: I'm not confirming anything.
Reporter: Have they said anything?
Bystander: I didn't even know someone was living there.
Reporter: Typical DPD, they don't tell us shit!
Police Android: Androids are not permitted beyond this point.
Hank: It's with me. What part of "stay in the car" didn't you understand?
Connor: You order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant.
Hank: You don't talk, you don't touch anything and you stay outta my way, got it?
Connor: Got it.
Ben: Evening, Hank. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show.
Hank: Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me.
Ben: So... got yourself an android, huh?
Hank: Oh, very funny. Just tell me what happened.
Ben: We had a call around eight from the landlord. The tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months, so he thought he'd drop by, see what was going on... That's when he found the body. Jesus, that smell. Was even worse before we opened the windows.
>LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Ben: The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault... According to the neighbors, he was kind of a loner... Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him.
Hank: Ugh, the state he's in... wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. Could've waited until morning.
Ben: I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon.
Hank: Any sign of a break in?
Ben: Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way.
Hank: What do we know about his android?
Ben: Not much. The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived. I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me.
>REVIEW EVIDENCE
>VICTIM USED DRUGS
Hank: Each letter is perfect... It's way too neat, no human writes like this.
>NO FINGERPRINTS, ANDROID INVOLVEMENT?
Hank: Ugh, Jesus! What the hell are you doing?
Connor: I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you.
Hank: Okay, just... don't... put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?
Connor: Got it.
Hank: Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit.
Hank: Chris, was this written in the victim's blood?
Chris: I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis.
>REGULAR LETTERS, FONT CYBERLIFE SANS
>VICTIM FELL HERE
>VICTIM WAS STABBED
>THEY CAME FROM THE KITCHEN
Connor: He was stabbed... 28 times.
Hank: Yeah. Seems like the killer really had it in for him.
Hank: Red ice... Seems like our friend Carlos liked to party. Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics.
Chris: Consider it done, Lieutenant. Mike, you finished taking samples there?
Mike: Yeah, that's it.
>SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE
>MURDER WEAPON TAKEN FROM HERE
>DEVIANT TOOK A KNIFE
>DEVIANT WAS ATTACKED: EMOTIONAL SHOCK
>OBSESSIVE WRITING
>RELIGIOUS OFFERING?
Hank: Door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way.
Connor: There are no footprints, apart from Officer Collins' size 10 shoes.
Hank: Well this happened weeks ago. Tracks could've faded.
Connor: No, this type of soil would've retained a trace. No one's been out here for a long time.
>DEVIANT DIDN'T ESCAPE THIS WAY
>REPORT TO LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant, I think I've figured out what happened.
Hank: Oh yeah? Shoot. I'm all ears.
Connor: It all started...
-IN THE KITCHEN
Connor: In the kitchen.
Hank: There are obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what exactly happened here.
Connor: I think the victim attacked the android...
-WITH THE BAT
Connor: With the bat.
Hank: That lines up with the evidence. Go on.
-THE ANDROID STABBED THE VICTIM
Connor: The android stabbed the victim.
Hank: So the android was trying to defend itself, right? Okay, then what happened?
Connor: The victim fled to...
-THE LIVING ROOM
Connor: The living room.
Hank: And he tried to get away from the android. Alright, that makes sense.
Connor: The android murdered the victim...
-WITH THE KNIFE
Connor: With the knife.
Hank: Okay, your theory's not totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went.
Connor: It was damaged by the bat... and lost some Thirium.
Hank: Lost some what?
Connor: Thirium. You call it "blue blood." It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye.
Hank: Oh... but I bet you can still see it, can't you.
Connor: Correct. (HANK ^)
>SEARCH FOR BLUE BLOOD TRACES
>A LADDER WAS USED
>TRACES LEAD TO THE ATTIC
>FIND SOMETHING TO CLIMB
Hank: Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with that chair?
Connor: I'm going to check something.
Hank: Huh. Gonna check something.
>SEARCH ATTIC
>DEVIANT LOCATED
[FOUND DEVIANT]
Deviant: I was just defending myself. He was gonna kill me. I'm begging you, don't tell 'em.
Hank: Connor, what the fuck is going on up there?
Connor: It's here, Lieutenant.
Hank: Holy shit. Chris! Ben! Get your asses in here now! Come on!