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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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"name": "Police Squad Quest — Case Eight-and-a-Half: The Heron",
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"start_room": 0,
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"max_score": 100,
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"intro_text": "It's a small world, and somebody keeps stealing the valuable parts of it. Last night the Sazerac Rose — a pink diamond the size of a strawberry, with a flaw at its heart in the shape of absolutely nothing — vanished from its case at the Wilshire Exhibition Hall, and this morning Interpol telephoned to say they were sending their finest man. My father was a liaison once, in 1965, for two weeks. He never said one word about it, which for my father was practically a press conference. My name is Drebin. Detective Lieutenant Frank Drebin, Police Squad. Now it's my turn. Type 'help'.",
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"death_text": "† OFFICER DOWN. The Rose stays gone. The day restarts. †",
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"verbs": [
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{ "name": "use", "words": ["frisk", "search", "cuff", "arrest", "radio", "halt", "translate", "board", "bid", "empty", "check"] },
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{ "name": "look", "words": ["investigate", "observe", "detect", "examine"] },
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{ "name": "talk", "words": ["interrogate", "question", "brief"] }
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],
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"flags": {
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"read_dossier": false,
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"briefed": false,
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"seen_scene": false,
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"got_card": false,
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"met_inspector": false,
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"landed": false,
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"found_paste": false
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}
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}
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