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Fifteen cases, all playable, all lint clean, all verified end-to-end. This one came in at 100/100 on the first verification pass, same as The Liaison. John asked for the Clouseau crossover — Drebin dragged into an Interpol team-up chasing a jewel thief to the UK. The archetype that was the wrong shape for the 1958 era is the exact right shape for Nielsen's Drebin: two detectives on one case, one oblivious-competent, one confident-catastrophic, each convinced the other is a genius. Done as always by archetype, never import: Inspecteur Gustave Fouchard of the Surete, twenty years on one thief, introduced disguised as a chalk outline he drew around himself from inside; an accent the parser's literalism keeps faithfully transcribing and correcting for units; Hugo the driver with standing instructions to attack him at irregular intervals, who crosses the Atlantic in an overhead bin (asking to join the programme is a death); and the Heron, a gentleman thief who leaves an engraved card with nothing on it, because he is not telling you who he is, he is telling you he has a stationer. The thief is R. Fanshawe-Root — cousin of the Quartet's Professor. The family that plans versus the family that does. The scheme launders the stolen Rose through the auction house's own catalogue via a paste copy consigned before the stone ever left Antwerp; Fouchard's destruction of the plinth (a structural event, per the insurance filings) is what exposes the paste, because his catastrophes are always accidentally probative. The catch is the most Drebin thing in the campaign: no signal, no weapon, mid-bidding on the next lot — routine inspection, sir, would you mind turning out your pockets. And he does, because in twenty years and forty-one operations involving a submarine and a trained cormorant, nobody has ever simply asked. Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 5 <noreply@anthropic.com>
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90 lines
7.1 KiB
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"name": "Wilshire Exhibition Hall — The Scene",
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"enter_text": "Sealed for nine hours, pristine at ten, and as of eleven o'clock there is a man in it with a magnifying glass and something has already broken.",
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"music": 2,
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"strokes": [
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 60, "color": 1, "meaning": "Wall" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 58, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 14, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 61, "w": 160, "h": 107, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 12, "y": 10, "w": 40, "h": 40, "color": 9, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 16, "y": 14, "w": 32, "h": 32, "color": 1, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 108, "y": 10, "w": 40, "h": 40, "color": 9, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 112, "y": 14, "w": 32, "h": 32, "color": 1, "meaning": "None" } },
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{ "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }
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],
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"spawn": [18, 146],
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"exits": [null, 2, null, 0],
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"exit_flags": ["", "met_inspector", "", ""],
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"exit_blocked": ["", "You are not leaving this scene until you have been formally introduced to the man who is currently dismantling it.", "", ""],
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"objects": [
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{
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"name": "emptydome",
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"sprite": "emptydome",
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"x": 46,
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"y": 116,
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"look": "The case the Rose lived in. Sealed glass, pressure alarms, a guard eleven feet away all night — and it is empty, and the seals are intact, and the alarms never fired. On the cushion where an eleven-million-dollar diamond used to be, there is a small engraved card.",
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"synonyms": "case glass display cushion seals",
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"points": 10,
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"sets_flag": "seen_scene",
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"use_text": "You work the case properly: seals, hinge, alarm circuit, cushion. The seals were never opened. The glass was never cut. The alarm was never bypassed, because the alarm was never triggered, because — you check twice — the case has been empty longer than anybody thinks. The velvet shows a fade ring. Under exhibition lighting, the Rose stopped shading that cushion at least four days ago. It was stolen before it ever went on display, and for four days ten thousand people queued to look at a spotlight. (+10)"
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},
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{
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"name": "callingcard",
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"sprite": "callingcard",
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"x": 66,
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"y": 128,
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"look": "The card. Heavy stock, engraved borders, and nothing on it whatsoever. Forty-two of these now exist in evidence rooms across eleven countries. This is the forty-second and it is the only one in a country where you hold a badge.",
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"synonyms": "visiting engraved blank stationery",
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"requires_flag": "seen_scene",
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"points": 10,
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"sets_flag": "got_card",
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"use_text": "You bag it, seal it, initial it and log the time, and then you do the thing eleven countries have apparently not done: you turn it over. On the reverse, in pencil, very small, in a hand that clearly regretted needing to do it at all: an auction lot number, and Thursday's date, and the single word HARROGATE'S. The Heron has never left a message in twenty years. This is not a message to the police. It is a message to somebody else — and Harrogate's is an auction house, and it is in London. (+10)"
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},
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{
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"name": "outline",
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"sprite": "outline2",
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"x": 108,
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"y": 140,
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"look": "There is a chalk outline on the parquet. Nobody died here. No officer of this department drew an outline. There was no reason for an outline, and there is an outline, and it is a very good one. It is also, you note over the course of a minute, very slightly breathing.",
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"synonyms": "chalk figure parquet floor",
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"requires_flag": "got_card",
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"points": 10,
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"sets_flag": "met_inspector",
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"use_text": "You address the outline directly, because there is a way to do these things, and you say: 'Good morning, Inspector.' The outline rises. Chalk dust everywhere. A trench coat, a moustache, a magnifying glass, and a handshake like a mousetrap going off. Fouchard: 'Inspecteur Gustave Fouchard, Sûreté. You are ze first policeman in eleven countries to notice ze breathing. We will work well togezzer, you and I.' He had been the outline for five hours. He drew it around himself, from inside, which he says is 'ze only way to know what ze floor knows'. You write that down. You have no idea what it means. You will think about it for the rest of your life. (+10)"
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},
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{
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"name": "inspector",
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"sprite": "frenchcop",
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"x": 130,
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"y": 126,
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"look": "Inspecteur Gustave Fouchard, Sûreté, twenty years on one thief. He is examining the guard's chair through the magnifying glass, at a range of one inch, with total concentration, and he has been doing it for some time. The chair is not evidence. The chair is where he put his sandwich.",
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"synonyms": "fouchard gustave surete french detective",
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"visible_flag": "met_inspector",
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"use_text": "You compare notes. Fouchard: 'Ze Heron has made his first mistake in twenty years, mon ami. He has stolen ze joules.' You note, for the file, that joules are units of energy, and that the missing item is a diamond. Fouchard looks at you for a long moment, with enormous respect. Fouchard: 'Zis is what I said.'",
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"dialogue": [
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{
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"says": "Fouchard: Twenty years I chase zis man. Eleven countries. Four promotions — none of zem mine. Fouchard: But now — now he steals in ze city of ze great Drebin, and togezzer we will find ze wetness.",
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"choices": [
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{ "text": "The witness.", "goto": 1 },
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{ "text": "There were no witnesses, Inspector.", "goto": 1 },
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{ "text": "I'll check the weather.", "goto": 2 }
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]
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},
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{
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"says": "Fouchard: Zis is what I said. Ze wetness. He produces a notebook of his own and shows you a page. It is a list of forty-one names, one per job, twenty years of them — every hotel doorman, every night porter, every cloakroom girl who ever half-saw a man who bowed. Fouchard: Nobody interviews ze little people, Inspector Drebin. I interview only ze little people. Ze big people never see anything. Zey are too busy being seen. It is, and you write this down as well, the single soundest investigative principle you have heard in thirty years.",
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"choices": [ { "text": "The little people. Noted.", "goto": 3 } ]
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},
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{
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"says": "Fouchard: Ze weather also, yes. Be thorough.",
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"choices": [ { "text": "The witness list, Inspector.", "goto": 1 } ]
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},
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{
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"says": "Fouchard: Ze card says London. Ze auction is Thursday. Fouchard: You will come wiz me, of course. Interpol has authorised one liaison and I have chosen you, because you noticed ze breathing, and because — he lowers ze magnifying glass — in forty years of police work, Inspector Drebin, I have met only one ozzer man who writes down everything I say. You ask who. Fouchard: Ze Heron. He keeps ze clippings.",
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"choices": [ { "text": "Then let's go to London.", "goto": -1 } ]
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}
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]
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}
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]
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}
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