// Poland, 1997: the van, the field, the fee. And the ending.

fn on_enter() {
    if once("seen_field") {
        say("The van is right there. So is the tracksuit. Nobody is hurrying, which is somehow worse.");
    }
}

fn on_verb(verb, noun) {
    if noun == "mobster" && verb == "use:tour money" {
        if !flag("deal_struck") {
            say("He looks at the envelope, then at you, with professional disappointment. 'First we agree. THEN money.' (Talk to him.)");
            return true;
        }
        if once("van_back") {
            remove_item("tour money");
            points(10);
            say("The Roskilde envelope changes hands in a field outside Poznan. He counts it without counting it — a skill.");
            say("'The van is yours. The amps are yours. Poland wishes you a pleasant tour.' He walks into the mist like a closing credit.");
            play("confirm");
        }
        return true;
    }

    if noun == "van" && (verb == "do" || verb == "use" || verb == "open") {
        if !flag("van_back") {
            say("It's technically not yours right now, and the tracksuit has opinions about technicalities.");
            return true;
        }
        freeze_ego(true);
        say("Everything's there. Every amp, every pedal, John's kit, the merch box — untouched, like he promised.");
        say("John takes the wheel. You take the map. Somewhere behind you: a basement, a wall, an office full of posters, sixty thousand lighters.");
        say("Ahead: nine more years, a Hall of Fame, and a retirement announced with no drama at all — 37 years, no hiatus, no encore needed.");
        say("ALL ROADS LEAD TO AUSFAHRT.");
        win();
        return true;
    }
    false
}