policesquadquest/cases/case-11-what-he-wrote/rooms/room2.json

{
  "name": "Sunset Manor — Room 12",
  "enter_text": "A care home in Fullerton. A window, a chair, and the last man alive who was there.",
  "music": 1,
  "strokes": [
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 168, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 0, "w": 160, "h": 60, "color": 15, "meaning": "Wall" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 58, "w": 160, "h": 3, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 61, "w": 160, "h": 107, "color": 7, "meaning": "Floor" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 96, "y": 8, "w": 52, "h": 42, "color": 9, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 120, "y": 8, "w": 3, "h": 42, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 96, "y": 27, "w": 52, "h": 3, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 14, "y": 14, "w": 30, "h": 24, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 18, "y": 18, "w": 22, "h": 16, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 54, "y": 16, "w": 24, "h": 20, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 58, "y": 20, "w": 16, "h": 12, "color": 15, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 100, "w": 160, "h": 1, "color": 8, "meaning": "None" } },
    { "Rect": { "x": 0, "y": 164, "w": 160, "h": 4, "color": 0, "meaning": "Wall" } }
  ],
  "spawn": [20, 146],
  "exits": [null, 3, null, 1],
  "exit_flags": ["", "met_witness", "", ""],
  "exit_blocked": ["", "He has been waiting sixty-seven years for somebody to come and ask. Let him finish.", "", ""],
  "objects": [
    {
      "name": "photoframe",
      "sprite": "photoframe",
      "x": 40,
      "y": 108,
      "look": "On the wall above the chair, framed, behind glass: a Central Division commendation dated 1958, made out to Officer S. Kowalczyk for observation and initiative in the Meridian Street matter.  Beside it, in the same frame, a scrap of paper in a different hand: 'Sat 22nd — you are to be at your sister's in Fullerton and NOT in this building under any circumstances. F.D.'  He kept it. He has had it on a wall for sixty-seven years.",
      "synonyms": "frame commendation certificate photo wall note",
      "use_text": "You look at the note for a long time.  Your grandfather wrote it out, and made a night clerk read it back to him, so that a man he had never spoken to before would not be in a building on a Saturday.  He was not protecting a witness. There was nothing in that vault to protect. He simply did not want the man in the building."
    },
    {
      "name": "carechair",
      "sprite": "carechair",
      "x": 132,
      "y": 122,
      "look": "A second chair, pulled up to the first, which is where the staff sit when they have five minutes, because everybody here likes him.",
      "synonyms": "chair seat second visitor",
      "use_text": "You sit down. It is the correct thing to do and you do it without thinking, and the old man notices that you did it without thinking, and something in his face settles."
    },
    {
      "name": "kowalczyk",
      "sprite": "kowalczyk",
      "x": 84,
      "y": 128,
      "look": "Stanley Kowalczyk. Ninety-one. Nine months out of the academy in 1958, first on scene at Ardmore Street, thirty-eight years on the job after that and detective by 1962.  He has been told a police officer is coming. He has put his tie on.",
      "synonyms": "stanley officer old detective witness man",
      "points": 25,
      "sets_flag": "met_witness",
      "use_text": "You sit with him for two hours.  He tells you about the rain, and the three pages of notes he wrote at two in the morning, and the fact that the finest homicide detective this city ever had read them and told him they were good notes, and that he has dined out on that sentence for sixty-seven years.  He tells you the dark sedan at 12:09 that he never got the plate of, and how your grandfather told him nobody gets the plate at that distance in that rain, and that a man who invents one to look useful is worth less than a man who says he didn't.  He tells you he watched him burn the evidence card in the basement at 4:15 and countersigned the log, and that it was the most careful piece of property work he ever saw, and that he did it that way for thirty-eight years after, and taught it, and that there are men still on this job doing it because of that afternoon.  (+25)",
      "dialogue": [
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: You're a Drebin. God almighty. You've got the whole face.  Kowalczyk: I worked with your grandfather. Nineteen fifty-eight. I was nine months out of the academy and he was the best police officer in this state.",
          "choices": [
            { "text": "Tell me about him.", "goto": 1 },
            { "text": "Did you ever have cause to doubt him?", "goto": 2 },
            { "text": "I've read the Ardmore Street file, Mr. Kowalczyk.", "goto": 3 }
          ]
        },
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: He never raised his voice. He never took a drink. He never once made a young officer feel like a fool for asking.  Kowalczyk: And he wrote everything down. Everything. I never met a man who wrote so much down.",
          "choices": [
            { "text": "Did anybody read it?", "goto": 4 },
            { "text": "Did you ever have cause to doubt him?", "goto": 2 }
          ]
        },
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: Doubt him?  He laughs, and it turns into a cough, and he waves the water away.  Kowalczyk: Son, in thirty-eight years I never heard one man say one word against that man, and I'll tell you why. Because there was never anything to say. Everything he ever did is in the files and the files are clean.",
          "choices": [{ "text": "The files are clean.", "goto": 5 }]
        },
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: Ardmore.  Kowalczyk: Prosky. He got nine to fifteen, served eleven, died in Bakersfield. He always said he lent the key out.  Kowalczyk: Your grandfather put that in the report, you know. What Prosky said. Word for word. Didn't have to. Put it in anyway.",
          "choices": [{ "text": "He put everything in.", "goto": 5 }]
        },
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: Read it?  He looks genuinely puzzled, the way you look when somebody asks you something that has never been a question.  Kowalczyk: Son, the Captain signed them. That's what signing is.",
          "choices": [{ "text": "Nobody read them.", "goto": 5 }]
        },
        {
          "says": "Kowalczyk: You've got something to tell me.  You look at him. Ninety-one years old, tie on, a commendation on the wall, and the single best thing that ever happened to him is that a man told him his notes were good.  Kowalczyk: ...Or you haven't.  He pats your hand.  Kowalczyk: You're a Drebin. You'll do it right, whatever it is. You people always do it right.",
          "choices": [
            { "text": "Thank you for your time, Mr. Kowalczyk.", "goto": -1 }
          ]
        }
      ]
    }
  ]
}