Smoke & Mirrors/Transcript

The following is a transcript of Episode 1: Smoke &amp; Mirrors of Telltale Games' The Wolf Among Us.

Upper West Side Precinct
Upper West Side Precinct The Following Afternoon

Sheriff Bigby Wolf has flashbacks of being at the Woodlands the previous night.

Kelsey: Mr. Wolf!

Bigby snaps back to the present, where he is sitting in an interrogation room with a picture of Snow's head on the table in front of him. Detective Kelsey Brannigan moves the picture to the middle of the table.

Kelsey: You're making this more difficult than it has to be. If you'd just cooperate and answer the questions, you can go home. Maybe get some sleep.

Bigby puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it.

Kelsey: How are you feeling? I know it's been a long night for you. You look like you could use some rest.

Hunky dory.=

Bigby: I'm hunky dory. Thanks for asking!

Kelsey: There's no need to get aggressive. I'm trying to help you.


 * -|I need to find the killer.=

Bigby: I'll be better when I find who did this...which I can't do while sitting in here.

Kelsey: We all want the same thing here, Bigby.


 * -|I'm pissed off.=

Bigby: I'm feeling pretty fucking pissed off right now, if I'm honest. I'd like to smash everything in this room.

Kelsey: Is that a threat?

Bigby: Depends on how much you like the furniture.

Kelsey: I didn't think that was funny...in case you were waiting for me to laugh.


 * -|[Don't answer] / ...=

Kelsey: (disapprovingly) Nice.

Kelsey: Look... I know what you must be going through... Really, I do...but I could use your cooperation.

You don't know who did it.=

Bigby: You don't know anything. If you did, you wouldn't be sitting here, talking to me. You'd be talking to the piece of shit that did this.

Kelsey: Well, you stonewalling me like this isn't helping either of us, so why don't you cut the shit and...

Kelsey stands up and slams her hands on the table, then composes herself and sits back down.

Kelsey: I'm trying to help you, Bigby.


 * -|I don't think you do.=

Bigby: Ya know, I hate to say it, but I don't think you do.

Kelsey: Of course...you're...you're right. I can't imagine what you're going through right now.


 * -|Fuck off.=

Bigby: Well, I'd appreciate if you'd fuck off.

Kelsey: Bigby...I've been interviewing people all night.

Bigby: Then it's probably not the first time you've heard it today. Maybe you should take a hint...you're a detective, right?

Kelsey: Well, you stonewalling me like this isn't helping either of us, so why don't you cut the shit and...

Kelsey stands up and slams her hands on the table, then composes herself and sits back down.

Kelsey: I'm trying to help you, Bigby.


 * -|[Smoke] / ...=

Kelsey: (disapprovingly) That's very helpful. Thank you.

Kelsey glances toward the one-way mirror, where two officers are observing their conversation from behind the glass.

(Didn't stay silent)=

Bigby: What is it with you cops always trying to empathize with people? "I know this must be hard for you." Do you? Do you fucking know? Have you had a friend killed and their head left at your fucking doorstep? No? Didn't think so.

Bigby looks away, then back at Kelsey.

Bigby: Your nose is bleeding.

Kelsey suddenly looks disoriented, and her nose starts bleeding. She wipes away some of the blood.

Are you okay?=

Bigby: Are you...okay? You don't look so good. Detective Brannigan?

Kelsey: I'm Detective Brannigan.

Bigby: Uh, yeah. I know... I just said that. Is there something--


 * -|You missed a spot.=

Bigby: You missed a spot. You... You just smeared it... across your face. You got a tissue or something?

Kelsey: I'm Detective Brannigan.

Bigby: Uh, yeah. I know... I just said that. Is there something--


 * -|You look nuts.=

Bigby: You look nuts right now. You realize that, right? It's kinda hard to take this seriously with that all over your face. It's weird. Detective Brannigan?

Kelsey: I'm Detective Brannigan.

Bigby: Uh, yeah. I know... I just said that. Is there something--



Kelsey: I'm Detective Brannigan.

Kelsey: Do you hear that?

Kelsey puts her hand over her ear.

Kelsey: Please...please...

Kelsey gasps in pain. Thudding noises are heard behind the glass as the officers pass out.

Kelsey: I'm sorry, just...make it stop...please.

Kelsey passes out on the table. A moment later, Ichabod Crane enters the room, carrying a box labeled "EVIDENCE".

Crane: We have to go. Now!

What did you do to her?=

Bigby: What did you do to her?

Crane: She'll be fine!


 * -|What's going on?=

Bigby: What the fuck is going on?

Crane: You should be thanking me!


 * -|Why are you here?=

Bigby: What are you doing here?

Crane: You should be thanking me!



Crane: She'll be fine!

Crane: It's just a memory wipe spell. Very expensive, but it works. The whole station will forget the last 24 hours and everything they saw at the Woodlands. Well, hurry up!

Bigby extinguishes his cigarette in the ashtray. Crane walks out the door. Bigby starts to follow him, but turns back to take the photo of Snow.

Car
Crane and Bigby are driving in a car. They both clear their throats awkwardly.

Thanks for the ride.=

Bigby: Thanks for the ride.

Crane noticed that.

Crane: Certainly.


 * -|Thanks for the bailout.=

Bigby: Thanks for bailing me out.

Crane noticed that.

Crane: Certainly.


 * -|This doesn't change anything.=

Bigby: This doesn't change anything.

Crane will remember that.

Crane: Fine.


 * -|[Ignore him] / ...=

Crane noticed your silence.

(Went after Dee)=

Crane: We, uh, we found Tweedle Dee chained up to a post.


 * -|(Went after Woody)=

Crane: We, uh, found the Woodsman chained up to a post last night.

Crane: That was your doing, correct?

Bigby: Yeah.

(Went after Dee)=

Crane: Well, I don't know why you detained him. Dee was at the Trip Trap when Snow was left at the Woodlands, so he couldn't possibly be involved in this mayhem. Bluebeard's currently interrogating him...and he hasn't said anything useful. And, Bigby, we have to tread carefully here. We can't implicate an innocent man, and people are already worried about your conduct. As of late.


 * -|(Went after Woody)=

Crane: Well, thanks to you, there's been at least some hope in this whole dreadful affair. I'm confident he has some information about the slayings. Bluebeard's currently interrogating him...and he's already to the point of confession. He was involved, definitely, that much we can tell from his babbling. He just must have had some sort of accomplice.

They stop at a red light. A bus drives past them, a lottery ad on the side saying "Will you be next?"

Crane: I know what you're thinking, Bigby. It's been one full night and a slice of morning, and I already miss her too.

The light turns green, and they keep driving.

Crane: You know, I never get more homesick than when one of us dies. And now...for it to be Snow...I've never been good with these sorts of things. I just can't believe this is really happening.

It's hard.=

Bigby: Yeah...it's hard.

Crane will remember that.

Crane: Our stories used to be so simple. We had a beginning, a middle, and an end. But ever since we moved to this awful city...everything's gotten so confused. Did she, um, give any indication to what she was thinking...when you saw her last, I mean?


 * -|You don't really care.=

Bigby: Give me a fucking break.

Crane: What?

Bigby: You treated her like the fucking maid, and now you want a shoulder to cry on? You didn't care then, and you don't care now.

Crane will remember that.

Crane: That is not true! Not true at all! I thought we had some common ground...could discuss this like gentlemen!

Crane: I don't know why I'm asking you, but did she give any indication as to what she was thinking...when you saw her last, I mean?


 * -|I said not now.=

(If Bigby said not now.)

Bigby: When I said I didn't want to talk right now, I meant it. Not about the case, and definitely not about this.

Crane will remember that.

Crane: Well, I apologize if my attempt at handling this has "disturbed" you, Bigby, but I thought we had some common ground.

Crane: I don't know why I'm asking you, but did she give any indication as to what she was thinking...when you saw her last, I mean?


 * -|This isn't helping.=

(If Bigby didn't say not now.)

Bigby: Dwelling on this shit isn't helping.

Crane will remember that.

Crane: Well, I apologize if my attempt at handling this has "disturbed" you, Bigby, but I thought we had some common ground.

Crane: I don't know why I'm asking you, but did she give any indication as to what she was thinking...when you saw her last, I mean?


 * -|[Ignore him] / ...=

You ignored Crane.

Crane: Our stories used to be so simple. We had a beginning, a middle, and an end. But ever since we moved to this awful city...everything's gotten so confused. Did she, um, give any indication to what she was thinking...when you saw her last, I mean?

Crane: I don't know why, but I'd like to know that she was...I guess, fine, I suppose.

She was frustrated with you.=

Bigby: Yeah, she gave an "indication" she was pissed at you by saying that she was pissed at you.

Crane: At me?

Bigby: She was frustrated with the whole fucking system and tried of having to turn Fables away. It wore her down.


 * -|She wanted to change things.=

Bigby: She could come off as...callous, sometimes, but she wasn't really. She said that she wanted to change things...make it easier for Fables to get help when they need it.


 * -|She told me to be careful.=

Bigby: She just told me to be careful.

Crane: She was always fond of you, Bigby.

Bigby: Yeah.



Crane: I just want to make sure that she wasn't going looking for trouble, that's all.

Crane: I don't know what else to say, Bigby. we have to--have to put an end to this.

The car parks in front of the Woodlands.

Crane: It's been two murders in as many days. If we don't unearth our culprit and soon, there will likely be another on our doorstep tonight.

Bigby: I'll get it done.

Crane: Please, Bigby. For Miss White.

Bigby and Crane get out of the car.

Bigby: I got it!

Bigby slams the car door shut, cracking the window.

The Woodland Luxury Apartments
The Woodland Luxury Apartments Basement Afternoon

Bigby and Crane enter the Woodlands and walk toward the basement. Bluebeard is already inside, along with Dee/Woody, who is strapped to a chair. Bluebeard is cleaning his knife with a rag.

(Went after Dee)=

Bluebeard: That's not a very good answer, is it? Come on, just tell me what I want to know. It will make things a lot less painful for you...in theory.

Dee: Oh! Were you planning on using that? I just thought you really liked rubbing your little sword.

Bluebeard: You ignorant fuck!

Bluebeard puts his knife to Dee's throat.


 * -|(Went after Woody)=

Woody: (singing) As I came down the Bowery...one evening in July... I met a maid who asked my trade, and a sailor John, said I...

Crane and Bigby enter the basement.

(Went after Dee)=

Crane: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Blubeard: Hello, Ichabod. Sheriff.

Bigby: Bluebeard.

Bluebeard steps away from Dee.

Bluebeard: I was just chatting with our new friend.

Crane: You were supposed to wait for us to get back! I told you, if you want to be involved, you will do things my way. No violence.

Bluebeard: Whatever you say, Ichabod.

Bigby walks up to Dee.

Dee: Hello, Bigby.

Bigby: I want answers, Dee.

Dee: Oh, goodie! I thought you wanted questions, and I was having so much trouble thinking of any good ones. Though I'd settled on, "How's your head?"

Blubeard: You see what I've been dealing with? What are you going to do about this, Bigby?

Crane: Shh!

Dee: Look, I didn't kill anyone.

Bigby: And I'm supposed to just believe you?

Dee: You were with me when it happened, dummy.

Bigby: I still have questions for you, Dee.

Dee: Sounds like a personal problem.

Bluebeard: This is ridiculous.

Crane: Let him work. He's got more experience with these kinds of things.

Bigby: Alright, Dee. Let's get to know each other.

Bigby: What did you find on him?

Crane: Oh, ah...nothing of consequence, really.

Crane dumps the contents of a box onto the tray on the bed. (Bigby can interact with the objects, or perform the previous interactions: talk, punch, show photo, use straps.)

Dee's Comments

Dee: I know you enjoy my company, but I'd like to be off.

Dee: You know, I really like spendin' time with you, Bigby. You're so pleasant. Let's be friends. I was kiddin'. I don't want to be your friend.

Dee: Are you done yet? I'm gettin' old over here.

Dee: Just let me go, alright? I don't have any answers for you.

Dee: You have to let me go sometime. You can't keep me here.

Bluebeard and Crane's Comments

Bluebeard: Can we move this along? If you need some assistance, I'd be more than happy to provide some.

Bluebeard: I should be leading the interrogation.

Crane: We can't have that.

Bluebeard: Why not?

Crane: You know why.

Crane: It's moving along.

Bluebeard: At an idle pace.

Crane: It will take as long as it takes, Bluebeard.

Bluebeard: No, there's more to it. You said you were trying to find something.

Bigby: Alright, Dee.

Bigby: What did you want from Faith?

(Bigby can interact with Dee and his belongings again.)

(Bigby can interact with Dee and his belongings again.)


 * -|(Went after Woody)=

Woody: (singing) Then away, you Santy...my dear Annie... Oh...you New York girls...can't you dance the polka.

Bluebeard: Look sharp, Woodsman. You have visitors.

Crane: Why is he singing?

Bluebeard: Some sort of pathetic defensive mechanism. Never mind that, though. He will tell us eventually who killed Snow White. I have too many methods to inspire him.

Crane: Bluebeard, I told you not to touch him until we returned.

Bluebeard: I didn't. Well, barely.

Crane looks at the knife in his hands.

Crane: And yet you saw fit to retrieve a--

Bluebeard: It's hardly been used. Yet. Hello, Sheriff. Come to help? Because I think I have a secure handle on things.

Bluebeard: Oh, really?

Woody: (singing) Let me tell the story... I can tell it all... About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol...

Bigby: Woody.

Woody: That you, Bigby? I didn't kill that girl, Wolf. And I don't have a thing to tell ya...so get me the fuck out of these straps!

Bluebeard: Save your energy. You'll need it later.

Bigby: Snow White is dead.

Woody: I'll tell you what I already told this blue dandy: I didn't. Kill. Anybody. I...I can't tell you anything.

Bigby: You can't or you won't? Look, I got questions. And I know you have answers. Whether or not they're the answers I want, well...I guess we'll find out.

Bluebeard: Whenever you're ready, Sheriff...

Woody: Look, I got nothin' to say. So just--just let me go. Please. Just lemme go.

Bluebeard: Do you see now what I've been dealing with?! What are you going to do about this?!

Bigby: I'll take care of it.

Crane: What are you planning to do exactly? Don't forget what we talked about.

Bluebeard: What did you tell him?

Crane: We must do whatever it takes to find the killer.

Bluebeard: Yes.

Bigby: You told me he was at the "point of confession".

Crane: He was! He is!

Bluebeard: He said, "Snow wasn't even supposed to be there." Now what do you exactly take that for? he knows what's happening!

Bigby: Alright, that's something. Did you say that, Woody? Where are you talking about? Where was she "supposed" to be? What was supposed to happen?

Woody: She was... Nothin'. Nothin' was supposed to happen. It's my own shit, alright, just forget it.

Woody: I want a smoke, you--you took my smokes.

Crane: We, uh, confiscated his belongings. For the time being. This was all we could find on him, in any case.

Crane dumps the contents of a box onto the tray on the bed.

Crane: Nothing exceptional to speak of.

Bluebeard: Much like the man himself, I'd say.

(Bigby can interact with the objects, or perform the previous interactions: talk, punch, show photo, use straps.)

Woody's Comments

Woody: C'mon, man, my taxes pay for this shit?

Woody: I didn't do nothin', for fuck's sakes.

Woody: I'm getting pretty tired.

Woody: My wrists fuckin' hurt.

Bluebeard and Crane's Comments

Bluebeard: Can we move this along? If you need some assistance, I'd be more than happy to provide some.

Bluebeard: I should be leading the interrogation.

Crane: We can't have that.

Bluebeard: Why not?

Crane: You know why.

Crane: It's moving along.

Bluebeard: At an idle pace.

Crane: It will take as long as it takes, Bluebeard.

Bigby: Tell me what you meant by, "Snow wasn't supposed to be there."

Bigby: Okay, that's something, you weren't talking about Snow. But who did you mean? Who wasn't supposed to be there?

(Bigby can interact with Woody and his belongings again.)

Bigby: Woody. Who wasn't supposed to be there?

(Bigby can interact with Woody and his belongings again.)

Bigby: Who were you expecting?

Woody: I was a regular of hers, okay? I paid, she did her thing, and that was it. When Faith came to the door, it just set me off... Lily usually comped me if I didn't have cash.

The basement door opens.

(Didn't hurt Dee/Woody)=

Crane: Snow!

Snow: What's going on down here?

The group is shocked to see Snow alive.

(Didn't hurt Dee/Woody)=

Bigby: Snow?

Bigby and Snow walk up the basement stairs and through the lobby of the Woodlands.

Snow: What the hell was going on down there, Bigby? Abusing a prisoner like that... I thought you could control yourself.

I was doing my job.=

Bigby: I was just doing my job.

Snow: Oh, that's your job? Beating up people?

Bigby: Getting answers.

Snow: I hope it was worth your time.


 * -|I thought you were dead.=

Bigby: I thought you were dead, Snow.

Snow: And that makes it okay? I hope it was worth your time.


 * -|It wasn't me.=

(If Bigby didn't hurt Dee/Woody.)

Bigby: I didn't lay a hand on him. I wanted to do things the right way, but Bluebeard had other ideas. I tried to stop him, Snow.

Snow: Yeah.


 * -|It got out of hand.=

(If Bigby hurt Dee/Woody.)

Bigby: Things... got out of hand.

Snow: Seems to be happening a lot lately. Bufkin told me what happend at the Trip Trap. I hope it was worth your time.



Snow: I hope it was worth your time.

Snow presses the elevator button.

Where the hell have you been?=

Bigby: Where the hell have you been all night, Snow?

Snow: I was working on this case.


 * -|You really scared us.=

Bigby: You really scared us. If we'd just known you weren't actually dead...

Snow: I was working on this case.


 * -|How are you not dead?=

Bigby: Okay, you're gonna have to explain this, 'cause I'm really not getting it yet.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: After our conversation in the taxi last night, I got a call from Toad. He said his son found a body. We thought it was Faith at the time... Getting her back here wasn't easy, but hopefully we'll find something on her to help us track down the killer. Or at least figure out who she is. If it's not Faith's body...

I should have been there.=

Bigby: I should have been there, Snow.

Snow: I tried calling the Business Office, but there was no answer. I couldn't find you. Or anyone. So I took care of it.


 * -|I'm glad you took care of it.=

Bigby: I'm glad you took care of things.

Snow will remember that.

Snow: Thanks.


 * -|That's not your job.=

Bigby: That's not your job, Snow.

Snow will remember that.

Snow: Someone had to take care of it.



Snow noticed your silence.

The elevator arrives, and Snow and Bigby step inside. Snow presses the button for the 2nd floor.

Bigby: Snow...

Snow: What is it?

I'm glad you're alive.=

Bigby: I'm glad you're not dead.

Snow: Me too. I just want to get to the bottom of this.


 * -|Are you okay?=

Bigby: Are--are you gonna be okay? I mean...with all that's happened...

Snow noticed that.

Snow: I'll be fine. I just want to get to the bottom of this.


 * -|I should talk to TJ.=

Bigby: I'd like to talk to TJ about what he saw.

Snow: I thought you would. He's waiting upstairs.



Snow: I just want to get to the bottom of this.

The doors open, and Snow and Bigby exit the elevator.

Snow: I just feel like...

Bigby: What is it?

Snow: I just... I feel responsible, in a way. She looked just like me. Maybe that's why she was killed.

You need to be careful.=

Bigby: If someone wants you dead, at some point they'll realize they missed their target.

Snow: And they'll come looking for me.


 * -|I don't think it's about you.=

Bigby: I don't think it's about you. There's something else going on here.

Snow: Maybe.


 * -|It's not your fault.=

Bigby: Snow, it's not your fault.

Snow: But she looked just like me. That can't be a coincidence.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: We just have to find out who did this. And why she was glamoured to look like me... I mean, that's what it is, right?

Snow and Bigby start walking down the hallway toward the Office door.

Snow: So what's our next move?

You should lie low.=

Bigby: Maybe you should lie low for a while. Until we figure out what's going on.

Snow: And what?


 * -|We keep working.=

Bigby: We just keep doing what we've been doing. We do our jobs.

Snow: And I'm supposed to do what?


 * -|I'll figure it out.=

Bigby: I'll figure this out. Don't worry.

Snow: And what am I supposed to do?



Snow: If we're going to work together on this, you need to actually talk to me. I mean, what do you expect me to do?

Snow: Sit around the Business Office twiddling my thumbs? Waiting for the Big Bad Wolf to solve all my problems? Because that's what my job is right now.

That's not what I meant.=

Bigby: That's not what I meant.

Snow: Then what did you mean? I told you, I'm tired of sitting around!


 * -|I'm the Sheriff.=

Bigby: I'm the sheriff, Snow. I go out and do the dirty work to keep you all safe.

Snow: And what am I here for then?


 * -|It's too dangerous.=

Bigby: It's too dangerous out there.

Snow: Too dangerous? Bigby--



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: I'm not going to be an errand girl for Crane anymore!

Bigby: I just want you to be careful. I almost lost you once--

Snow: I'm not yours to lose! I'm sorry. I know it's dangerous, but I'm not helpless. I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for centuries. TJ is waiting inside. He was so freaked out last night, he wouldn't tell us much. Even now, he just stops talking altogether after a certain point. He's pretty shaken up though, so try not to be too... You know...

Myself?=

Bigby: Myself.

Snow: Right.


 * -|What?=

Bigby: What?

Snow: Just be nice. Okay?

Bigby: I'm always nice.


 * -|I can handle it.=

Bigby: I can handle the kid.

Snow: Okay.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow and Bigby enter the office.

Fabletown Business Office
Fabletown Business Office The Woodland Building Late Afternoon

(First time entering office)=

Snow: TJ's over there, I don't know if you want to talk to him first or after, but let me know when you're ready to see the body. I'd... I want to be there.

Bufkin flies over and lands on top of a cabinet.

Snow: Bufkin? Do you have a second?

Bufkin: Of course, Miss Snow.


 * -|(Examined body, didn't talk to Toad and TJ)=

Bufkin: Oh! Miss Snow! I have a question.

Snow: Excuse me a minute.

Talk to Snow and Bufkin

Snow: So, check out anyone who fits that profile. You might start with Bluebeard.

Bufkin: Right away, Miss Snow.

Snow: Are you ready to examine the body now?

Yeah.=

Bigby: Yeah.

Bufkin: Oh, my goodness! I almost forgot!

Bufkin picks up a box of evidence and flies away.

Snow: Come on.


 * -|In a minute.=

Bigby: In a minute.

Snow: When you're ready.



Snow: When you're ready.

Talk to Snow and Bufkin again

Snow: Also, I'd like you to get me some information on this "Neighborhood Watch" program that the Mundies have.

Bufkin: I believe I already have some pamphlets on file.

Snow: You want to go look at the body now?

(Bigby has the same options as before.)

Talk to Snow and Bufkin again

Snow: Any more questions?

Bufkin: I don't think so, Miss Snow.

Snow: Are you ready to examine the body now?

(Bigby has the same options as before.)

Talk to Snow and Bufkin again

(If Bigby went to the Witching Well before talking to TJ.)

Snow: One more thing, get me everything have on how we've regulated the use of glamours in the past.

Bufkin: Of course, Miss Snow.

Talk to Mirror

(After talking to Toad and TJ.)

Bigby: Hey, mirror.

Mirror: Hello, Bigby. Nice to see you.

What was Toad watching?=

Bigby: What were you showing Mr. Toad and his son?

Mirror: Cinderella, selling shoes, Rapunzel, Rose, and of course, there's you. And I can't help note that you did not rhyme. Do try to stick to the rules next time.

Bigby: Yeah, I'll do that.


 * -|Did you know Snow was alive?=

Bigby: You probably knew Snow was alive the whole time, didn't you?

Mirror: Possibly so, but the moment has passed, you didn't rhyme, and you never asked. But as you know, I'm quite prolific, if you want me to show you someone specific.


 * -|Who's the killer?=

Bigby: Uh... You're not much of a secret spiller, but can't you just tell me who's the killer?

Mirror: I'm sorry, Bigby, I just can't say. Rhyme or no, it doesn't work that way. But as you know, I'm quite prolific, if you want me to show you someone specific.


 * -|Who's the victim?=

Bigby: Now that we know Snow's not dead, who was it who was killed instead?

Mirror: Despite your excellent use of rhyme, I cannot help you out this time. But as you know, I'm quite prolific, if you want me to show you someone specific.

Talk to Mirror again

Show me the Woodsman.=

(If Bigby went after Dee.)

Bigby: The Woodsman and I were fighting, now I want to know where's he's hiding.

The mirror shows Woody drinking inside a building.

Bigby: Well, that's helpful.


 * -|Show me Lily.=

(If Bigby went after Woody.)

Bigby: Mirror, mirror, show me Lily. And, yeah, I think this rhyming thing is silly.

Mirror: Some things cannot be revealed. Once again, these lips are sealed.

Bigby: Figures.


 * -|Show me Holly.=

(If Bigby asked to see Lily.)

Bigby: Mirror, mirror, show me Holly the troll, or...I'll throw you down a hole.

Mirror: No need for threats...

The mirror shows Holly tending the bar at the Trip Trap.


 * -|Show me Tweedle Dee.=

(If Bigby went after Woody.)

Bigby: Okay, mirror, can you see, where the fuck is Tweedle Dee?

The mirror shows Dee opening a fridge.


 * -|Show me Tweedle Dum.=

Bigby: Where can I find Tweedle Dum...uh...that piece of scum?

The mirror shows Dee in a car.


 * -|[Exit]=

Mirror vanishes.

Optional interactions=

Bigby decides to talk to Toad and TJ, who are standing in front of the magic mirror.

Toad: Ah, that's enough, mirror! Vanish! Cancel!

Bigby: Toad! What the hell are you doing?

(Hurt Dee/Woody)=

Toad: Don't even get started with me, Sheriff!


 * -|(Didn't hurt Dee/Woody)=

Toad: What? I wasn't touchin' nothing.

Snow: What's going on?

(Hurt Dee/Woody)=

Toad: I saw what you did down there. Is that how you treat your prisoners?

Toad: You scared the shit out of me little boy! He saw everything!

Snow: Okay, Mr. Toad.

Toad: No. I want an explanation.

Snow: That's enough. Mr. Toad, I deeply regret the distress this has caused you and your son, but right now we need to carry on with the investigation. I will be happy to speak with you about your concerns later, but you must understand how urgent this is. We need to talk to TJ.

Toad: This ain't over, Bigby.


 * -|(Didn't hurt Dee/Woody)=

Toad: Don't worry, no harm done. Right, Bigby?


 * -|(Hurt Toad)=

Toad: Bigby. You ready to apologize?

Snow: What's going on?

Toad: For hittin' me in front of my boy! Did you fuckin' forget? I didn't. And neither did he!

Snow kneels down near TJ.

Snow: TJ...

(Hurt Toad)=

Snow: I know you're scared. But we would like to talk about what you found, if that's okay with you. It's up to you, TJ. Will you help us?


 * -|(Didn't hurt Toad)=

Snow: It's alright. Are you ready to talk to Mr. Wolf?

TJ nods.

Snow looks expectantly at Bigby, who rolls his eyes, then kneels down next to her.

(Hurt Dee/Woody/Toad)=

Toad: Watch yourself, Bigby. If you do anything to hurt me boy...

TJ sniffles.

Snow: It's okay.

You okay?=

(If Bigby didn't hurt Toad.)

Bigby: Are you...okay?


 * -|Sorry I scared you.=

(If Bigby hurt Toad.)

Bigby: Sorry if I scared you.


 * -|Start at the beginning.=

Bigby: Just start from the beginning.


 * -|This won't take long.=

Bigby: This won't take long.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: Go ahead, TJ.

TJ: I go swimming at night sometimes, in the river... I wasn't doing anything bad, I promise.

Toad: Of course you weren't.

Snow: We know you're a good kid, TJ. You're okay.

You aren't in trouble.=

Bigby: You're not in trouble. Just tell me what happened.


 * -|We'll talk about that later.=

Bigby: We'll talk about that later.


 * -|What did you see?=

Bigby: What did you see?



Bigby says nothing.

Toad: I was there...under the big blocks. And I heard noisy feet. And when I hear that, I'm supposed to go underwater and stay real still and quiet.

Toad: That's right, son.

TJ: Then I saw...I saw the lady...

TJ cries and whimpers. Toad pats him on the back.

Toad: It's okay, son.

[Comfort him]=

Bigby reaches toward TJ, but he backs away fearfully.

Toad: Careful, Bigby.

Bigby: I wasn't...

Snow: I know.


 * -|Take your time.=

Bigby: Take your time.


 * -|Hurry up.=

Bigby: Come on, TJ.

Toad noticed that.

Toad: Don't rush the boy.



Bigby says nothing.

TJ: The lady...fell in...but she didn't have her head on! I thought...I thought she was gonna pull me down too. 'Cause she had rocks on her feet. And she kept falling down in the dark parts.

Snow: Cinderblocks. Tied to her ankles. Is there more, TJ?

TJ: Is it true...you know when people are lying? I heard you could do that. That's why you're the sheriff.

It's magic.=

Bigby: Yeah, it's my special power. I always know when people aren't telling me the truth. Is there something else you want to say?

TJ will remember that.


 * -|It's my job.=

Bigby: Yeah, part of my job is being able to tell when people are lying. I'm really good at it. Is there something else you want to say?

TJ will remember that.


 * -|Please tell the truth.=

Bigby: Please tell the truth. Is there something else?



Snow: Is there something else you want to tell us, TJ?

TJ: Please don't be mad.

Snow: What is it, TJ?

TJ: I...I didn't stay under the water.

Toad: What?

TJ: I know I'm supposed to, but I was scared, and I went to the top again. I couldn't help it.

Toad: I gave you very specific rules! You have to stay quiet and out of sight or bad things can happen. I told you! It's dangerous out there! If someone saw you...

You're not in trouble, TJ.=

Bigby: You're not in trouble.

Toad: Like hell he's not.

Bigby: Not this time, Toad.

Toad will remember that.


 * -|Leave him alone, Toad.=

Bigby: Leave him alone, Toad.

Toad: He's my son! I've set boundaries for a reason.

Bigby: This is a special circumstance. Leave him alone.

Toad will remember that.


 * -|You shouldn't lie, TJ.=

Bigby: You shouldn't have lied.

TJ: I'm sorry.

Toad: We'll discuss this when we get home.



Snow: Toad, please. He's been through enough.

Toad: We'll discuss this when we get home.

Snow: So you didn't stay underwater...

TJ: I don't know...if anyone saw me, but someone said, "stop laughing". And then I was scared and I went under for as long as I could.

Snow: Wait, you heard someone?

TJ: Yes.

Toad: Why didn't you tell us before?

TJ: I didn't want to be in trouble.

(After asking questions)=

Toad: Sheriff...

Snow: Bigby, he's frightened.

[Let him go]=

Bigby: Okay, TJ.


 * -|Was someone laughing?=

Bigby: Did you hear anyone laughing?

TJ: No.


 * -|Exact words?=

Bigby: Were those the same words they used, "stop laughing"? Try to remember exactly what they said.

TJ: They said...they said, "stop laughing at me".


 * -|See anyone?=

Bigby: Did you see who it was?

TJ: No!


 * -|Whose voice?=

(After asking one of the other questions.)

Bigby: Do you know whose voice it was?

TJ: No!


 * -|Hear anything else?=

(After asking one of the other questions.)

Bigby: Did you hear anything else?

TJ: I don't know, I don't know!



Snow: Bigby...

(Didn't stay silent)=

TJ: I'm sorry. After I came up again, there was no one there, and I ran home. That's all. I promise! I want to go home.

(Stayed silent when asking questions/didn't say not yet)=

Snow: Thank you, TJ.

Toad: Okay, son. Let's get you home.

Toad: Come on, then.

Toad and TJ walk away.

(Said not yet)=

Bigby: Toad!

Toad: What?

Snow: Bigby...

Snow: That went about as well as I expected.

(Looked at the body)=

Crane enters the office.

Crane: Everything okay?

Snow: We should go.

Crane: You can't go out there!

Snow: Why not?

Crane: It's too dangerous. Someone tried to kill you. Bigby, you can't let her go out there with you. You'd be putting her life at risk.

Snow: Bigby is not in charge of me.

Crane: He's in charge of this investigation.

Snow: That's not the same thing.


 * -|(Didn't look at the body)=

Snow: You want to go look at the body now?

Witching Well Chamber
Witching Well Chamber The Woodland Building

Bigby, Snow, and Bufkin move through the chamber. Bufkin sets down the evidence box next to the pedestal containing the head and body of the glamoured corpse.

Optional interaction: look at Witching Well=

Bigby looks down the well.

Bigby walks up to Snow and Bufkin. They look uncomfortably at the corpse.

Snow: Wow. I didn't realize... I've never seen her face before now.

Are you okay?=

Bigby: Are you gonna be okay? You don't have to stay.

Snow: I want to stay. I'll be fine, it's just...a little strange.


 * -|This is weird.=

Bigby: This is weird.

Snow: Yeah.


 * -|It's just a body.=

Bigby: It's just a body, Snow. If you can't do this--

Snow: No. I'll be fine. I want to be here.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: The glamour is so effective, its...invasive. But... Just do what you need to do.

Bigby examines the corpse's head.

(Examined neck marks)=

Snow: If her neck wound was the same, there might be a ribbon in her mouth too.


 * -|(Didn't examine neck marks)=

Snow: Check her mouth. There might be a ribbon in there...like before.

Bigby moves her jaw, making her mouth open.

Snow: Anything?

Bigby: Nothing.

(Examined neck marks)=

Bigby: So it's not exactly the same.

Snow: Can you...close her mouth?

Bigby does as Snow asked.

Snow: Thanks.

Bigby examines the corpse's brooch. He picks it up and hands it to Snow.

Snow: That's weird. I don't wear a brooch like that.

(Examined neck marks)=

Snow: Why bother with the right perfume if the appearance isn't completely accurate?

Bigby: Maybe it really belonged to her...not part of the glamour.

Snow: Looks like something from the Homelands. Bufkin, do you recognize these symbols?

Bufkin: No, nothing I've seen before.

Bigby examines the corpse's neck mark.

Bigby: It looks just like Faith's did.

Snow: But there was nothing in her mouth this time. Do you think this was done by the same person?

Bigby: Hard to tell. Did Doctor Swineheart ever get back to you about Faith?

Snow: No. He said he wanted to run more tests.

Bigby examines the neck mark again.

Bigby: She got your perfume right.

Snow: How would she know...how do YOU know what perfume I wear?

Bigby: You can't fool this nose.

(Examined perfume bottle)=

Bigby: Also, I saw the bottle on your desk.

Bigby examines the neck mark again.

Snow: Do you see that?

Bigby: Could be a bruise...

Bigby examines the rope marks on the corpse's ankles.

Bigby: Rope marks.

Bufkin: She was tied up?

(Talked to Toad and TJ)=

Bigby: They tied cinderblocks to her ankles...so she would sink.


 * -|(Didn't talk to Toad and TJ)=

Snow: There were cinderblocks tied to her ankles.

Bufkin: Cinderblocks?

Bigby: So she would sink.

Bufkin: Oh.

Bigby examines the corpse's fist.

Bigby: Her fist is clenched.

Snow: So she fought back?

Bigby: No marks on the knuckles.

Snow: Oh.

Bufkin: Maybe she was grabbing something.

Snow: Maybe...

Bigby tries to open her hand, but fails.

[Pry open her fist]=

Snow: What are you doing?

Bigby: Only way to find out.

Bigby pries open her first. Flowers are resting in her hand.

Snow: Jesus, Bigby. What is it?

Bigby picks up the lilac petals.

Snow: Flowers?

Bigby: Yeah.


 * -|[Leave it alone]=

Bigby backs off.

Bigby examines the corpse's track marks on her legs.

Bigby: Track marks.

Snow: She used Mundy drugs?

Bigby: Looks that way. Pretty heavily too. I hear they only go for the legs if they've used up the veins in their arms...or if they're trying to hide the marks. Anyway, it means it's not a perfect match to your leg. Unless...

Snow: Don't be ridiculous.

Bigby: Maybe she was trying to compensate with that perfume.

Snow: Wait. If the glamour is supposed to make her look like me, shouldn't it be concealing things like track marks? That brooch too. Why would it change everything else? I've never seen one this sloppy.

It might be a cheap glamour.=

Bigby: It might be a cheap one...just to get the job done.


 * -|It might be failing.=

TBC


 * -|It might be designed not to.=

Bigby: It's possible it's designed not to.

Snow: Designed not to hide track marks?

Bigby: Good point.



Snow: It looks like it's failing, but glamours aren't supposed to do that.

Snow: The witches upstairs know what they're doing, that's why they cost so much. Unless someone is making glamours illegally?

Bufkin: It's not technically illegal, miss. It's not encouraged, for sure, but there aren't any laws specifically forbidding it.

Bigby: So there's some sort of black market for glamours?

Bufkin: One would assume so. I imagine anyone with the proper books and training could theoretically produce a glamour.

Snow: Yet another thing to worry about. Black market or not, it's a pretty good match. Look at that. The buttons aren't exact either. There's an extra one...here.

Bigby examines the coat buttons.

Bigby: You're right. These buttons are wrong. I wonder...

Snow: What?

I need to open her coat.=

Bigby: Snow, I need to open her coat.

Snow: Bigby. Just...let me.


 * -|Mind if I open her coat?=

Bigby: Snow, do you mind if I...open her coat?

Snow: Bigby. Just let me do it.


 * -|Nothing, forget it.=

Bigby: It's nothing. Forget it.

Snow: Here.



Snow: Here.

Snow unbuttons the coat.

You still okay?=

Bigby: You still okay?


 * -|Let's keep going.=

Bigby: We're making progress. Let's see what else we can find.


 * -|It's not you.=

Bigby: It's not you, Snow. It's just a body.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: I--

(Hurt Dee/Woody)=

Crane: Well, I certainly hope you're behaving yourself up here.


 * -|(Didn't hurt Dee/Woody)=

Crane: Sorry, that, uh, took longer than expected.

Crane walks up to the group.

Crane: What have you found out? Well?

Her glamour isn't perfect.=

Bigby: Her glamour is defective.

Crane: Oh. Defective?

Snow: We're thinking it's black market. We should really be regulating this kind of thing.

Crane: Yes.


 * -|She was a drug user.=

Bigby: She was using Mundy drugs. Pretty heavily too, judging by the track marks on her legs.

Crane: Track marks? Isn't there...there are diseases...

Snow: I don't think she has to worry about that now.

Crane: No...no, of course not.


 * -|I'm not finished.=

Bigby: I haven't finished yet.

Crane: Well, get on with it, then. We can't waste too much time here. The killer might be preparing another attack as we speak.



Snow: We're still looking.

Crane: Well, get on with it, then. We can't waste too much time here. The killer might be preparing another attack as we speak.

Snow: We should keep going.

Bigby examines the lingerie.

Bigby: Are you wearing silk lingerie, Snow?

Snow: Why do you want to know?

Bigby: I'm just trying to see if the clothes are exact.

Snow: They're not.

Bigby uses the bottom coat pocket. He finds a bottle labeled "use this".

Crane: What is that?

(Checked neck marks)=

Bigby: She had the perfume with her.


 * -|(Didn't check neck marks)=

Bigby: It's your perfume.

Snow: How do you know what perfume I wear.

Bigby: You can't fool this nose.

Bigby: Looks like someone picked it out for her.

Snow: So someone gave her instructions?

Bigby uses the top coat pocket. He finds a cylindrical container.

Snow: I've seen things like this before... It's definitely magic, though witches don't usually craft objects these days.

Crane: I don't think it's wise to fool around with that. It's some kind of black market magic, who knows what it could do? We should have it looked at. Just to make sure it isn't dangerous. Don't you think?

Quiet, Crane.=

Bigby: Will you keep quiet?


 * -|You worry too much.=

Bigby: You worry too much, Crane.


 * -|Let's find out.=

Bigby: You may be right. One way to find out.



Bigby says nothing.

Bigby shakes the container.

Bigby: Hmm.

Crane: What?

Bigby: There's something in here.

Snow: How do we open it?

I can figure it out.=

Bigby: I think I can figure it out. Something to do with these rings here.


 * -|Might want to stand back.=

Bigby: Might want to stand back if you're worried, Crane. I'm gonna try to open it. Something to do with these rings here.


 * -|Not sure yet.=

Bigby: I'm not sure yet. Something to do with these rings here.



Snow: I assume it would have something to do with those rings on it?

Bigby turns the rings until they form a picture of a deer, and the container unlocks.

Snow: A deer? What does that mean?

Bigby takes off the lid.

Snow: Oh!

Bigby pours the contents of the container onto the pedestal. He examines the lock of hair.

(Examined photo)=

Snow: Let me guess, it's my hair.

Bigby: Yeah.


 * -|(Didn't examine photo)=

Snow: Is that...?

Bigby: It's your hair.

Bigby examines the rolled photograph and opens it to reveal a torn picture of Snow. She takes it from Bigby.

Snow: Someone must've taken this from my apartment. I noticed it was missing, but I didn't think... This was the last picture I had of Rose and me. My sister and I don't talk much anymore.

Snow turns and takes a few steps away from the pedestal.

Snow: Who did this, Bigby?

The corpse glows as the glamour fades away.

Snow: Oh, my god.

Bufkin: She's a troll?!

Crane: You've gotta be kidding me.

Holy shit.=

Bigby: Holy shit.

Snow: Well, that helps explain the glamour. Kind of.


 * -|Yes, she's a troll.=

Bigby: Yeah, she's a troll. Can we move on?


 * -|Calm down.=

Bigby: Alright, you can calm down. It's not like you haven't seen a troll before.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: Who is she?

Snow notices a tattoo on her leg.

Snow: That wasn't there before. Who do you think she is? I don't know many trolls, I'm afraid.

Crane: Should've left them all back in the Homelands.

Snow: You don't mean that, do you?

Holly the bartender?=

Bigby: She looks like Holly.

Snow: The owner of the Trip Trap? No, she looks a little... Oh, no.

Bigby: What?

Snow: It's not Holly, it's her sister Lily.


 * -|Maybe Holly knows.=

Bigby: Maybe Holly knows.

Snow: The owner of the Trip Trap? No, she looks a little... Oh, no.

Bigby: What?

Snow: It's not Holly, it's her sister Lily.


 * -|I don't know.=

(If Bigby went after Dee.)

TBC


 * -|I think it's Holly's sister, Lily.=

(If Bigby went after Woody.)

Bigby: With that tattoo... It's gotta be Holly's sister, Lily. The Woodsman told me about her...

Snow: You're right.



Snow: Oh, no.

Bigby: What?

Snow: Holly's sister...Lily.

Snow: She was reported missing, but I...I guess it just slipped through the cracks.

Bigby: We have to go tell Holly.

Snow: Right. She might know something about this. Who Lily was seeing...

Crane: Certainly another troll.

(Didn't talk to Toad and TJ)=

Snow: Do you want to talk to TJ first?


 * -|(Talked to Toad and TJ/said they should see Holly)=

Snow: We should go.

Crane: You can't go out there!

Snow: Why not?

Crane: It's too dangerous. Someone tried to kill you. Bigby, you can't let her go out there with you. You'd be putting her life at risk.

Snow: Bigby is not in charge of me.

Crane: He's in charge of this investigation.

Snow: That's not the same thing.

Bigby and determinantly Snow walk away.

The Trip Trap Bar
The Trip Trap Bar The Bronx Early Evening

Jack Horner, Gren, and Holly are gathered in the Trip Trap. Gren is determinantly missing an arm.

Gren: This whole thing is complete bullshit and always has been. I mean, what's his job, really?

Holly: To keep shit from reaching the Woodlands. Jack, I don't know where they are.

Jack: You're a bar, you're supposed to have darts around.

Holly: And I normally do, but who knows where the fuck they went to after--

Bigby and determinantly Snow enter the bar.

Jack: C'mon, Holly, I need entertainment.

Jack turns around and sees Bigby.

Jack: This'll do.

Holly puts away a bottle of alcohol and several glasses.

You can relax.=

Bigby: Okay, okay, I know, just relax. I'm not here to start anything.

Holly: Okay.


 * -|What are you talking about?=

Bigby: What are you guys talking about?

Holly: What the fuck do you think?


 * -|I need to talk to Holly.=

Bigby: Holly. You got a minute?

Holly: Why?

Bigby: Please, Holly. It's important.



Bigby says nothing.

(Brought Snow along)=

Jack: Miss White. I heard you had kind of a strange morning...

Snow: It's been "kind of a strange morning" for everyone, I think.

Jack puts his arm around Bigby.

Jack: Every time I see this guy, he seems to lose weight. It's amazing, it really is. he loses weight and yet somehow keeps all the muscle.

Bigby: Jack...

Jack: Wolfie, my dear, how are you?

Bigby walks away from Jack and up to the bar counter.

Jack: Because, you know, we were just talking about you. All of us. At the bar, here. About you.

Not too good.=

Bigby: Not too good right now.

Jack: Well, that's sad to hear. Me? Oh, I'm great, as usual.

Bigby: Uh-huh.


 * -|I just need to talk to Holly.=

Bigby: I just need to talk to Holly. Privately.

Jack: Alright, just give us a second first.


 * -|Not now, Jack.=

Bigby: I'm really not in the mood right now.

Jack: Well, I was in the mood to play darts, so...I guess nobody's getting what they want!



Bigby says nothing.

Jack: I'm dying to hear about the body that came out of the East River this morning. It was a Fable, right? Oh, everyone knows.

(Went after Dee)=

Gren: Tweedle Dee was just here.

Jack: He said it looked like Snow White.

Jack: Tweedle Dee said you arrested him for no earthly reason, (imitating Dee) "kept him locked in the cellar all fuckin' night"... He said you tortured him. Which... I dunno, that seems like a breach of your legislative duties.


 * -|(Went after Woody)=

Gren: The toad was just here.

Jack: He said it looked like Snow White.

Jack: So we were just wondering why--of all the possible suspects in Fabletown--why would arrest the poor ol' Woodsman, who you know had nothing to do with these murders?

Jack: Bigby, c'mon, you can't be so dumb as to--

Holly: Jack. Find the off button. Now.

Jack: What is it with you two? You and Gren are all, "Let's get a posse together," when there's no one around, but as soon as the Big Bad Wolf walks in, your tails go between your legs.

(Ripped off Gren's arm)=

Jack: He fucking maimed you. Aren't you pissed?

Jack: Cat got your nerve? What happened?

Holly: What happened? I'm tired is what happened.

Jack: Tired of what?

Holly: Of trouble, Jack. I'm sick and tired of trouble. I don't want any more. So just stop revving his motor, or wait outside, or the fuck the hell off, I don't care which.

Jack...=

Bigby: Jack...

Jack: What?


 * -|Holly...=

Bigby: Holly...

Holly: What?


 * -|Both of you...=

Bigby: Both of you, listen.



Bigby says nothing.

Jack: Bigby...look...two Fables are dead. And, shit, Gren's sister--

Gren: Holly's sister.

Jack: Holly's sister has been missing for, what, a few days now? And we haven't heard word one about it from anyone.

[Throw Jack out]=

Bigby grabs Jack.

Jack: Hey, easy!

Bigby throws Jack against the pool table.

Jack will remember that.

Jack: Ow! Fuck! What'd I do? It's an honest question!


 * -|[Let Jack talk] / ...=

Bigby says nothing.

Holly: Actually... Have there been any updates? On my sister?

[Be direct with Holly]=

Bigby: Holly... Your sister's dead. She's the one we found early this morning.


 * -|[Be gentle with Holly]=

Bigby: I...don't know how to say this to you, Holly. The woman we found in the river...

Holly: Who was it?

Bigby: You know who it was.


 * -|[Avoid telling her]=

Bigby: Holly, I came here because, I have some questions about your sister.

Holly: Why now?

Gren: Oh, shit. The body you found...

Holly: Who was it?



Gren: Oh, shit. The body you found...

Holly: Who was it?

Holly turns away, saddened.

(Didn't throw Jack out)=

Jack: Boy, I sure walked into that one.

Gren: If you say one more fucking thing, just one more thing...

Jack shrugs and walks away.

Gren: God-fucking-damn it! Of course the dear Princess Snow fucking White is all safe and sound!

Holly takes out a glass and a bottle of alcohol

Gren: Where were you when we reported this weeks ago, huh? Where are you when we ever fucking need you?! If you'd given one ounce of a shit about her, about any of us, she might've been saved! She might've been cared for! She might've been--

Holly crushes the glass and bottle.

Give her some room.=

Bigby: All right, everyone, clear out.

Gren: I ain't leaving her with you, no way.


 * -|I have some questions.=

Bigby: I have to ask Holly some questions.

Gren: Christ, give her five minutes. I knew this would happen.


 * -|I'm sorry, Holly.=

Bigby: I'm sorry, Holly. I'm sorry we found your sister this way, and I...I wish this had ended up better.



Bigby says nothing.

(If Bigby asks about Lilly)=

Bigby: Holly.

Holly: I ain't got nothin' for you, Wolf.

Holly walks out from behind the bar and sits down on one of the chairs.

(Didn't bring Snow along)=

Gren: Alright, I think that's--

Snow enters the bar.

Gren: For fuck's sake. What could you possibly want right now?

Gren: Yeah, she knows. So your business is done here.

Snow: Holly?

Holly: Get the fuck out of my bar.

Snow: I just want to--

Holly: It should have been you. It should have been you and it wasn't.

Snow hands Holly the brooch.

Snow: We recovered this from her personal effects. I thought you might like to have it.

Holly: I...I didn't know she still had this. The copper was from a dwarf mine... It's very rare...and very old.

Good call, Snow.=

Bigby: That was decent of you.


 * -|We don't have time for this.=

Bigby: I wish we had time to reminisce, but...we really don't.

Snow: It's fine, just...give her a minute.


 * -|Isn't that evidence?=

Bigby: We don't know what's important yet. I mean, isn't that evidence?

Snow: She was killed for a brooch?

Bigby: Just...next time clear it with me, alright?



Snow: It's quite lovely.

Holly: Gren?

Gren: Yeah?

Holly: Take off for a bit, would ya?

Gren: Are you sure?

Holly looks at Gren expectantly, and he leaves the bar, determinantly with Jack (if Bigby didn't throw him out). Holly sets a drink down on the counter.

Holly: I don't know that much about her life...honestly, we didn't talk often.

Holly takes a drink, then sits down on a barstool.

Holly: She was lost here, in the city. She just got swept away by it.

Why weren't you talking?=

Bigby: Why were you two not talking?

Holly: It seems so fucking petty now, but I just--I didn't want to watch her wither. I think she was off the Mundy drugs, but...


 * -|Who might know more?=

Bigby: Did she have any friends? Anyone who could tell us what she might have been doing? Why she'd be a target?

Holly: I don't know about her friends...she hung around where she worked, mostly.


 * -|Why was Lily glamoured?=

Bigby: Do you have any idea why she'd be glamoured as Snow White?

Holly: What? Oh, god. I'm sorry. That was probably about...



Bigby says nothing.

Holly: She was hooking. To pay down debt. It ate me up to see her that way. Eventually, the only people she owed were at her work, you know, that shithole club. The Pudding 'n' Pie. The owner, Georgie, with all his fuckin' "fees", it's a crock of shit. It's how they kept her under their thumb, really.

Snow: Holly, it's okay. If it's too much, we don't have to do this.

Pudding and Pie?=

Bigby: Pudding and Pie, huh? What do you know about the place?

Holly: It's a real garbage dump.

Snow: We can just go check it out.


 * -|Georgie?=

Bigby: Georgie, huh?

Bigby: What do you know about him?

Snow: We can just go talk to him.


 * -|Fees?=

Bigby: Fees, huh? What kind of fees?

Snow: Sounds like one of those old "company store" kinds of ploys, designed to entrap people by keeping them in debt. We can probably learn more at the club.



Bigby says nothing.

Snow: We've got a lead. Maybe we can take it from here?

Holly: Lily...

I'll look into that.=

(If Bigby went after Dee.)

Bigby: That's helpful. I'll check into it.


 * -|The Woodsman was seeing Lily.=

(If Bigby went after Woody.)

Bigby: Did you know the Woodsman was, um, "seeing" Lily regularly?

Holly: What? He was?

Bigby: I'm only bringing it up on the off chance it could...jog your memory.

Holly: Of all the fuckin' things... No, there's nothin' more I can give you.


 * -|Anything else you can tell us?=

Bigby: Anything else you can tell us?

Holly: I don't think so. Like I said, we didn't talk much.

Snow: That's alright. You've been more than helpful.


 * -|Anything we can do?=

Bigby: Thanks for everything, Holly. Is there, um, is there anything we can do to...?

Holly: No, no, I'm better off dealin' with things alone. I don't need sympathy and I don't need charity.

Snow: It's not charity, it's looking out for our own.



Snow: Well, you've been a tremendous help, truly.

Holly: Is she...where is she?

Snow: She's at the Business Office. She's taken care of.

Holly: I'm gonna have to go down there and get her. Fuck.

Snow: Please, we can handle the funeral arrangements...

Holly: No, no, it's--it's a kind of--it's a formality with trolls. We burn our dead by sunrise or...I dunno. Some old world shit will fuck your soul up.

Her body is evidence.=

Bigby: Holly, Lily's the best evidence we have right now. We can't surrender her body 'til I know it can't help the case anymore.

You refused to give Holly the body.

Holly: This is really important to me.

Bigby: And the investigation is important to everyone.

Snow: Look, why don't you come down with me to the Business Office, and we'll see what we can do?


 * -|I'll check with Crane.=

Bigby: I'll check with the deputy mayor about that. He'd want to be kept in the loop.

You promised to check with Crane.

Holly: This is really important to me.

Snow: Look, why don't you come down with me to the Business Office, and we'll see what we can do?


 * -|You can have her body.=

Bigby: Of course.

Holly: Okay. Good.

You promised Holly the body.

Snow: Let's go down to the Business Office and start making the necessary preparations, alright?



Snow: Of course. That should be fine. Let's go down to the Business Office and start making the necessary preparations, alright?

Holly and Snow walk toward the door. Snow stops in front of Bigby.

Snow: That club?

Bigby: I'll go down there now, see what I can find out from the owner.

(Was nice to Holly)=

Snow: You were good with her, I'm impressed. Really. Thanks. It just made everything easier.


 * -|(Was mean to Holly)=

Snow: When you come back to the office, please try to make more of an effort with her. Just do it for me. It makes everything easier.

Snow and Holly leave the bar. Bigby walks away a moment later.

The Pudding & Pie
The Pudding & Pie The Bronx Evening

Bigby's taxi pulls to a stop in front of the club, and he gets out. Vivian stubs out her cigarette with her shoe and walks up to him.

Vivian: Oh! Sheriff. What a nice surprise. I'm not sure I've seen you here before. You're always welcome, of course. Is it business, or pleasure? Or both?

I'm a friend of Georgie's.=

Bigby: I'm a friend of Georgie's. Where is he?

Vivian: A friend, huh?


 * -|I'm looking for someone.=

Bigby: I'm looking for someone.

Vivian Finding you someone is our specialty. But the club's closed.

Bigby: Not quite what I meant.

Vivian: That's too bad. I guess you'd better talk to Georgie.


 * -|I've got some questions for Georgie.=

Bigby: I've got some questions for Georgie.

Vivian: Straight to business this time, then.



Vivian: Yes, of course. You'd better talk to Georgie.

Vivian: You're in luck, he's here. Come on.

Vivian unlocks the door.

Vivian: I should warn you that Georgie does not like to be bothered when he's working. And he's in kind of a...mood right now. I mean, more so than usual.

I don't care.=

Bigby: I don't much care how he feels about it.

She will remember that.


 * -|I have a way with people.=

Bigby: It'll be fine. I have a way with people.

Vivian: So I've heard.


 * -|Is he alone?=

Bigby: Is he alone in there?

Vivian: He's working with one of the dancers. But don't worry about that. Discretion is our guarantee.



Vivian: Then again, maybe he's not the only one.

Vivian opens the door, and she and Bigby start walking down the hallway.

Vivian: Welcome to the Pudding and Pie, where we cater to the diverse tastes of the Fable community. Your pleasure is our pleasure. Your desires are our desires. Your imagination is the menu, and discretion is our guarantee.

Did you know Lily?=

Bigby: Did you know Lily? She worked here.

Vivian: My lips are sealed. You'd better ask Georgie.


 * -|You may be in danger.=

Bigby: Listen, you could be in danger.

Vivian: Oh, sweetie...we're all in danger.


 * -|Skip the spiel.=

Bigby: You can skip the spiel. Save it for the customers.

Vivian: Always looking for more customers.



Bigby says nothing.

Georgie sits on a couch holding a boombox and watching Nerissa pole dance. Vivian and Bigby enter the room.

Georgie: Aw, fuck's sake! What do you think you're doing? You look like you're trying to take a shit! Who's gonna want that? No one's gonna want that! You fucking dozy bitch!

Nice place.=

Bigby: Nice place.

Vivian: You do have a sense of humor. That's good.


 * -|Nice guy.=

Bigby: Nice guy. Seems like a real prince.

Vivian: You do have a sense of humor. That's good.


 * -|I'll take it from here.=

Bigby: I can take it from here.



Bigby says nothing.

Vivian: Good luck.

Georgie's Comments

Georgie: It's your face! You have to SMILE! You never SMILE!

Georgie: How many times do I have to say it?

Georgie: You're supposed to turn the clients on. That's your job!

Georgie: You want them to feel happy!

Georgie: You want them to think YOU feel happy!

Georgie: You want them to forget about your shoulders and those fucking narrow hips!

Georgie: You want them to get so worked up that they'll stuff their wallets straight up your fucking cunt!

Georgie: You want them so out of their minds blind with excitement that they'll hock their houses and carpet this floor with money just to get their grimy little paws on you!

Georgie: But they're not gonna do any of that if you don't ever flash them a bloody SMILE!

Georgie: You know what they're gonna do? They're gonna take their business elsewhere, because you're making them feel fucking MISERABLE!

Georgie: You're supposed to be reeling them in, instead you're driving them out the fucking door!

Use boombox=

Bigby turns off Georgie's boombox.

Georgie: What the fuck? Get your hand off my shit. Oh. It's you.


 * -|Look at, approach, or talk to Georgie=

Georgie: Oh, it's you. We're closed!

Nerissa stops dancing.

Georgie: Keep dancing, you! I didn't stay stop! Fuck's sake.

Georgie turns off his boombox.

Georgie: You stay right there, don't even think about sitting down. we're not finished.

You Georgie?=

Bigby: You Georgie?

Georgie: Brilliant deduction, Sheriff.


 * -|I got a few questions.=

Bigby: I got a few questions.

Georgie: Imagine my excitement.


 * -|Leave her alone, asshole.=

Bigby: Leave her alone, asshole.

She will remember that.

Georgie: Sure. Whatever you say.



Georgie: Well, come on, I'm a busy man.

Georgie: What do you want, then? You here for a little taste?

Nerissa crosses her arms over her chest.

Georgie: Tell you what, come back after midnight, maybe. I can hook you up. Or...knowing you...she's probably not quite your style. You'd prefer someone who can take a bit of a beating. Tell me, do you prefer a stationary target, or one that will put up a fight? I can arrange whatever you like, for the right price.

I'm not here for that.=

Bigby: I'm not here for that.

Georgie: Oh, "I'm not here for that!" Just stopped in for the chips?


 * -|You don't know me.=

Bigby: You don't know me.

Georgie: "You don't know me!" Okay. Mysterious lone wolf, right, I gotcha.


 * -|Fuck you.=

Bigby: Fuck you, Georgie.

Georgie: "Fuck you, Georgie." Grrr! It's the Big Bad Wolf!



Georgie: "None of that, Georgie, I'd rather just strike a macho pose for a moment."

Georgie: Jesus, Bigby. You're so corny. I love it, though. No, seriously, I love it.

Bigby takes an intimidating step toward Georgie.

Georgie: Okay, alright, Sheriff. Just fucking with you. Look, I know why you're here.

Do you?=

Bigby: Are you sure?


 * -|Who told you?=

Bigby: Who told you?


 * -|When did you hear?=

Bigby: When did you hear about it?



Bigby says nothing.

Georgie: Listen, Sheriff, around here we can't afford to wait for you and your swanky pals to take an interest. We have to look out for each other. When shit happens, I hear about it, especially if it concerns my livelihood.

Bigby: In that case, I assume you knew Lily was glamoured.

Georgie: Of course she was, you daft git. She was a troll.

Bigby: No. I mean glamoured to look like another Fable.

Georgie: Yeah? Well, so what? Who gives a toss? People get up to all kinds of things when nobody's watching. It's their own business.

It's sick.=

Bigby: It's sick.

Georgie: Hah! That's quaint. Especially coming from you. The thirteenth floor would never provide a glamour like that. It's strictly black market stuff.

Georgie: Ooh, black market, is it? How exciting!


 * -|It's illegal.=

Bigby: You know it's illegal to impersonate another Fable.

Georgie: It's frowned on.

Bigby: It's illegal, as long as I don't like it. The thirteenth floor would never provide a glamour like that. It's strictly black market stuff.

Georgie: Ooh, black market, is it? How exciting!


 * -|You're behind it.=

Bigby: I think you're behind this. You got her a black market glamour as part of some twisted sex fantasy.

Georgie: Ooh, black market, is it? How exciting!



Georgie: Is this some great strategy to get me to incriminate myself? Brilliant.

Georgie: This is exactly what I would expect from a thug like you. Storm in, throw around a bunch of accusations, try to scare people, but you've got fuck all to back it up. Pfft. And we're all just meant to jump any time the wolf shows his teeth. He used to be something, you know. Now look at him.

[Show him the glamour box]=

Bigby: Nothing to back it up? What the fuck is this, then?!

Bigby takes out the glamour box.

Georgie: Get that out of my face.

Bigby: I found it on Lily's body. It's definitely a back-alley job. Where did she get it?

Georgie: You've got this all wrong. If Lily was doing a special glamour, it wasn't for ME! For fuck's sake, I want that kind of heat?

Bigby: Who was she doing it for, then?

Georgie: She had clients, Bigby.


 * -|[Show him Snow's photo]=

Bigby takes out the photo of Snow.

Georgie: Get that out of my face.

Bigby: This was part of the glamour we found on Lily's body! Take a good look! She was impersonating Snow White, WHY?

Georgie: You've got this all wrong. If Lily was doing a special glamour, it wasn't for ME! For fuck's sake, I want that kind of heat?

Bigby: Who was she doing it for, then?

Georgie: She had clients, Bigby.


 * -|[Show him Snow's hair]=

Bigby takes out Snow's lock of hair.

Georgie: Get that out of my face.

Bigby: This was part of the glamour we found on Lily's body! Take a good look! She was impersonating Snow White, WHY?

Georgie: Whoa, hey, if you say so. Just looks like hair to me. Anyway, even supposing she WAS doing a special glamour, it wasn't for me. I don't need the trouble.

Bigby: For who, then?

Georgie: I don't know. She had clients.


 * -|[Don't show him anything] / ...=

Georgie: Anyway, even supposing she WAS doing a special glamour, it wasn't for me. I don't need the trouble.

Bigby: For who, then?

Georgie: I don't know. She had clients.

Georgie: Maybe one of them was into it. Lot of fucked up people in Fabletown.

Bigby: Like who?

Georgie: Try looking in a mirror. Anyway, nowt to do with me.

Georgie turns his boombox back on.

Georgie: Go on, then.

Nerissa continues dancing.

We're not done here.=

Bigby: We're not done here.

Georgie: I think we are.

Bigby: I said we're NOT!


 * -|Turn that shit off!=

Bigby: Turn that shit OFF.


 * -|[Turn it off] / ...=

Bigby says nothing.

Bigby steps toward the boombox, but Georgie stands up and blocks his way.

Georgie: You gonna hit me? Go ahead. That's what you wanna do, right? That's what you came here for, right? That's what you like!

[Punch him]=

Bigby punches Georgie in the face.

Georgie will remember that.


 * -|Who hired her?=

Bigby: One more time. Who. Hired. Her?

Georgie raises his fist to punch Bigby, but loses his balance and stumbles backward.


 * -|I'll shut this place down!=

Bigby: Tell me what I want to know, or I will shut this whole place DOWN.

Georgie raises his fist to punch Bigby, but loses his balance and stumbles backward.



Georgie raises his fist to punch Bigby, but loses his balance and stumbles backward.

Georgie bumps into the boombox, knocking it onto the ground.

Georgie: AW, NO! FUCK!

Nerissa stops dancing and looks worried.

Georgie: YOU! Take your sad fucking face where I can't see it!

Nerissa walks away.

Georgie: Blood bastard fucking shit! You proud of yourself, mate? Proud of your little mess? Fuck's sake.

Clever Hans walks over to the group. Georgie picks up the boombox and shoves it into Hans' arms.

Georgie: Fuck off, Hans.

Hans starts to walk away.

Hey!=

Bigby: Hey!


 * -|Hans, is it?=

Bigby: Hold on a minute. Hans, is it?


 * -|I need to ask some questions.=

Bigby: I need to ask you a few questions.



Bigby says nothing.

Hans sets the boombox down on a table.

Georgie: Hans just cleans up and provides a little muscle when we need it. He's not gonna know anything about the girls and their clients or any of that. No one knows, don't you get it? It's by design. "Discretion is our guarantee," right? And the way we guarantee that is that no one knows anything they don't have to know. Including me. I cover my eyes and take my cut, end of story.

Hans: Why not look it up?

Bigby: What's that?

Hans: Isn't there a little book with all the stuff about the girls and all that written in it?

Georgie: You're a fucking moron!

Bigby: Show me.

Georgie: There is no book.

Georgie picks up a cricket bat labeled "CROWD CONTROL".

Georgie: And as for you, Hans, we need to work on your communication skills, and I've a fairly good idea where to start.

Bigby takes the bat from Georgie.

Georgie: Here, that's my personal property!

Bigby slams the bat onto the counter.

Georgie: Haha! Sure, go ahead. Do what comes naturally.

Bigby moves the bat down the counter, knocking over the cups on top of it.

Tell me about the book.=

Bigby: Tell me about the book.

Georgie: You haven't got the slightest clue about anything!


 * -|[Smash boombox]=

Bigby smashes the boombox with the bat.

Georgie will remember that.

Georgie: Aw, no, NO, NO! You unbelievable prick!



Bigby does nothing.

Bigby moves toward Georgie, who backs away.

Georgie: Hey, now...

I want that book.=

Bigby: Cut the crap, Georgie. I want the book Hans is talking about.

Georgie: Hans is confused. Again.


 * -|[Break cigarette machine]=

Bigby smashes the machine with the bat. A pack of cigarettes falls out.

Georgie: You shouldn't have messed with that.



Bigby does nothing.

Georgie moves behind the counter, near the TV, and Bigby follows.

Georgie: Don't even think about it.

Just tell me where it is.=

Bigby: Look, Georgie, why don't you just tell me where the book is?

Georgie: Can we please NOT go round and round about this? There's no book. End of story.


 * -|[Destroy TV]=

Bigby smashes the TV.

Georgie: Jesus fuck!



Bigby does nothing.

Bigby puts his foot on a keg and tilts it over slightly.

Georgie: Do NOT touch that. You hear me? That's nothing to do with you.

Hand it over while you still can.=

Bigby: There's still time for you to just cough it up.

Georgie: I'm sorry, Sheriff, but there's no handy magic book with everything you want to know jotted down inside. I sincerely wish there was. Maybe it would get you off my back.

Bigby moves the keg off a hatch in the floor.


 * -|[Wreck keg]=

Bigby kicks the keg into the wall.



Bigby moves the keg off a hatch in the floor.

Bigby: Well, well, what's this? Looks like a floor safe.

Georgie: I wouldn't know. It was here when we moved in, I don't have a key to it. Sheriff, will you come on! Fuck's sake, I've gotta open in a few hours!

Give me the book!=

Bigby: Give it to me.

Georgie: You're a big bad bastard! We get it! Everyone's guilty! We fucking get it.


 * -|[Hurt Georgie]=

Bigby hits Georgie in the stomach with the bat.

Georgie will remember that.

Georgie: Was it good for you, "Sheriff"? Next time I'm gonna have to charge you.



Bigby says nothing.

Georgie backs toward the wall as Bigby advances.

Georgie: Jesus! You're killing me! I'm begging you! I'll pay you!

People are dead!=

Bigby: Two women are dead!

Georgie: Then quit being a bloody idiot.


 * -|[Smash sign]=

Bigby smashes the neon sign with the bat.

Georgie: Fuck's sake.



Bigby does nothing.

Bigby approaches the DJ booth.

Georgie: C'mon, mate. Leave it. There's nothing there for you.

I'll destroy this place.=

Bigby: You might want to stand back.

Georgie won't forget that.

Georgie: Alright, alright, ALRIGHT.


 * -|[Demolish DJ booth]=

Bigby smashes the booth with the bat, then the throws the booth to the ground.

Georgie: Aw, for--! This is a dance club! What the hell am I supposed to do tonight while the girls are on stage? Harmonica? Kazoo? Whistle a happy tune? Fucking unbelievable.

Georgie won't forget that.



Georgie: Alright, alright, ALRIGHT.

Georgie takes out a key.

Georgie: Bloody come on, then!

(Destroyed the place)=

Georgie: Fucking trash my business over this bullshit. Protector of Fabletown, my ass. What a load of crap.


 * -|(Didn't destroy the place)=

Georgie: Prick.

Bigby and Georgie walk toward the floor safe.

Georgie: Once again, don't get your hopes up. There's nothin' in here that'll tell you anything--but it's a kick to the balls for me and my club, so you can be happy about that.

Georgie unlocks the safe and hands the book to Bigby. He sets it on the counter and searches through the names.

Bigby: Here. This is Lily's last entry. So tell me, Georgie, who's this Mister Smith?

Georgie: Oh, dear. I'm afraid it might be a fake name, Bigby. Secrecy is sort of how this all works. Even Hans knows that.

Bigby: What's "207"? Room number?

Georgie: I don't fucking know, millimeters, maybe?

Bigby: Don't bullshit me, Georgie! This is YOUR book! YOUR girls!

Georgie: But I'm not their fucking secretary. I give them a stage, I give them music, I provide an "erotic venue to attract and retain clients..." But let's be clear on something--the girls make the arrangements with their clients! Not me. The girls. They're the ones with the Mister Smiths, and Joneses, and Mister X types. Whatever happens outside the club--that's on them...

Bigby puts the book in his pocket. He sees Nerissa looking out from behind a nearby door.

Georgie: I log the business, take my cut, and I'm out. Now I've had quite enough of your bullying. Excuse me while I call your superiors to make a complaint.

Georgie takes out a phone and dials a number.

Georgie's Comments

Georgie: 'Allo, Business Office?

Georgie: Yeah, that's right.

Georgie: I want to talk to the deputy mayor.

Georgie: I don't give a rat's ass about that, just fuck off and fetch him for me, alright?

Georgie: No, I don't want to--

Georgie: Fine, I'll hold.

Georgie: What's that?

Georgie: Porgie. It's Georgie Porgie.

Georgie: I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important, would I?

Georgie: His fucking subordinate's down here harassing me, that's what.

Georgie: "Subordinate".

Georgie: Look, I don't care if you know what it means or not. What possible difference could that make? Because all you're going to do is to go and get him, and put him on the bloody phone with me. That's all you have to do!

Georgie: Alright, alright.

Georgie: Yes, fine, I can--

Georgie: Fuck's sake.

Georgie: Yes, but have you found him?

Georgie: I'm aware of that.

Georgie: Well, how fucking long could that possibly take?

Georgie: Yes, but this is important. He's here in my club, stirring up trouble.

Georgie: Yes, I do, but I want to do it in person, on the phone, right now!

Georgie: No, I don't think you understand.

Talk to Georgie

Bigby: Georgie.

Georgie gives Bigby the middle finger.

Optional interactions=

Bigby enters the back room.

Optional interactions=

Bigby walks through the room. Nerissa is sitting in front of a vanity mirror.

Bigby: Excuse me.

Nerissa: I heard you out there. I don't remember ever seeing you here before.

Didn't have a reason.=

Bigby: I didn't have a reason to come here before.

Nerissa: Yeah.


 * -|I'm here now.=

Bigby: I'm here now.

Nerissa: Yes.


 * -|I keep hearing that.=

Bigby: Someone else said that to me on the way in.

Nerissa: I guess we're all surprised.



Bigby says nothing.

Nerissa applies lipstick.

Nerissa: You're trying to place me. They used to call me The Little Mermaid. Once upon a time. Does that help?

Are your legs a glamour?=

Bigby: You have legs. That a glamour?

Nerissa: No, they're real. Do you like them? They cost me a lot.


 * -|What are you doing here?=

Bigby: What are you doing here?

Nerissa: Same as anyone. It's a place where I am. Where else am I supposed to be?


 * -|What do they call you now?=

Bigby: What do they call you now?

Nerissa: Whatever makes them happy.



Bigby says nothing.

Nerissa: My name is Nerissa.

Bigby: Well, Nerissa, I've got some questions.

Nerissa: Of course you do. I don't have answers. You'll have to find those yourself.

Mr. Smith?=

Bigby: I need to know about one of Lily's clients--calling himself "Mr. Smith", apparently.


 * -|207?=

Bigby: Does the number 207 mean anything to you? I assumed it was a room number, but where?


 * -|Lily last night?=

Bigby: Did you see Lily last night? You know where she went or who she was with?



Nerissa: I'm not trying to be difficult, I just...

Nerissa: We can't talk about work.

Bigby: This is a murder case.

Nerissa: I mean CAN'T. These lips are sealed. Discretion is our guarantee. It's how things work here. By design.

I don't give a damn.=

Bigby: I don't give a damn about your guarantee. I need you to cooperate!

Nerissa will remember that.


 * -|You disappoint me.=

Bigby: I'm disappointed. I'd hoped you'd be helpful.

Nerissa will remember that.


 * -|People keep saying that.=

Bigby: People keep using those phrases. What does it mean?

Nerissa noticed that.



Nerissa noticed your silence.

Bigby sets the book down in front of Nerissa.

Bigby: This is what I need to know about! Lily's last entry. Who's Mr. Smith? Where is room 207? I have to know!

Nerissa: These...lips... Sheriff Wolf...would you like to make an...appointment with me?

Not what I'm here for.=

Bigby: That's not why I'm here.

Nerissa: We could make all the usual arrangements. The usual PLACE...


 * -|What are you suggesting?=

Bigby: What exactly are you suggesting?

Nerissa: We could make all the usual arrangements. The usual PLACE...


 * -|Okay.=

Bigby: Okay... What would I need to do?



Nerissa: We could make all the usual arrangements. The usual PLACE...

Nerissa writes an entry in the book.

(Accepted)=

Nerissa: I need a hundred and fifty. It's not good to be short.


 * -|(Refused/said nothing)=

Nerissa takes out some money.

Nerissa: Stay here.

Nerissa leaves the room. Biby takes the book off the table. Nerissa talks to Georgie, then returns to Bigby and hands him a key to room 204.

Bigby: Not 207?

Nerissa: You'll think of something.

Bigby: "The Open Arms". This is where they met.

Nerissa: Enjoy your stay. I hope you find what you're looking for.

Bigby leaves the Pudding & Pie and walks along the sidewalk to the nearby Open Arms Hotel. He sees a police officer and Gwen exit the building. Gwen gives the officer a hug, then walks away. The officer walks in the opposite direction, tipping his hat as he passes Bigby. Bigby enters the front door.

The Open Arms Hotel
The Open Arms Hotel The Bronx Late Evening

Bigby starts smoking a cigarette.

Optional interactions=

Enter stairs=

Beauty: Keep your pants on, buddy. You have to check in first if you want a room. So, c'mon... Mosey on back and we'll get you set up.


 * -|Ring bell=

Bigby rings the bell.

Beauty: Want it by the hour or for the whole night?

Beauty looks under the reception screen and sees that it's Bigby.

Beauty: Oh!

Bigby: Beauty.

Beauty lifts the reception screen.

Beauty: I work here, okay? I work the front desk. It's to help pay rent. So now you know. I know I should've told somebody... But Beast would lose his mind if you knew. Beast is a proud man, Bigby. He wants to do right by me, and he...he just couldn't handle it if he knew I had to do this so we don't get evicted. All of our friends live at the Woodlands. He'd be mortified.

You should tell Beast.=

Bigby: You should really tell Beast. He's worried about you.

Beauty will remember that.


 * -|I won't say anything.=

Bigby: Well...your secret's safe with me, alright? Let's not make a big thing of it.

Beauty will remember that.


 * -|I don't care.=

Bigby: Beauty, I could honestly not care less about this. Do what you want.

Beauty will remember that.



Beauty: So...what are you doing here?

Bigby takes out his key.

Beauty: Oh...you have a key.

Bigby: Someone else was murdered last night.

Beauty: I heard.

Bigby: The victim was someone who worked at the Pudding and Pie. Lily. She come around here ever?

Beauty: Oh! Oh, yes...the, uh, the troll. I did see her. I mean, you know, we never really spoke, but...she came off a tad intimidating.

Did you know Faith?=

Bigby: Ever meet a girl named Faith, or just maybe hear that name?

Beauty: I might have. I don't know. By the end of the night, it's kind of a blur with all the names. Tara, Brandy, Amber, Heather... Sorry.


 * -|Ever see Lily with anyone?=

Bigby: Ever see Lily with someone here? Maybe on a "job"?

Beauty: Sometimes, but nobody I've recognized. I haven't worked here that long, though...

Bigby: How about a room register? Or someone named "Mr. Smith"?

Beauty: That's all we get are Smiths, Joneses, or Johnsons. I think the last ones are jokes.


 * -|Do you know Tweedle Dee?=

(If Bigby went after Dee.)

Bigby: I talked to Tweedle Dee earlier today... He mentioned you in passing. Do you know him...or his brother?

Beauty: I took out a loan for backpay--it was like our third notice--and ever since then those annoying freaks have been pestering me for the money plus interest.

Bigby: Why take out a loan from those two?

Beauty: It was from the Crooked Man.

Bigby: Beauty...

Beauty: You don't know how desperate I was, Bigby! I had nowhere else to go!

Bigby: Look, if this ever happens again...come see me, or Snow, first, alright?

Beauty: I tried.


 * -|Have you seen Snow here?=

Bigby: Have you seen Snow White down here? Or maybe somebody glamoured as her?

Beauty: You know, it's funny. I did see someone who I thought looked a lot like her, but...she didn't say anything when she saw me, even though she knew that I saw her. I just assumed it wasn't Snow and went about my business.


 * -|[Go up to room]=

Bigby drops his cigarette on the floor.

After choosing to go up to the room, Bigby stubs out his cigarette with his shoe.

Bigby: Thanks.

Beauty: Wait. It'll be better if anyone sees you that they at least see you with me, so they know I didn't let you just wander around by yourself.

Beauty walks out from behind the reception desk.

Beauty: Five minutes? Please?

Bigby: We'll see, Beauty.

Beauty: Just be ready to act like I'm trying to kick you out.

Bigby: That won't be hard.

Bigby and Beauty go upstairs.

Beauty: Listen, Bigby, I assume you'll be filing some kind of an official report or something, which is fine, it's just that, I was wondering, if...I need to be in it? Do you have to mention my name? I mean, it's--it's not like Beast would ever see your report, it's just... Well, you never know.

No problem.=

Bigby: Don't worry about it. The less I have to write down, the better.

Beauty: Thanks. I appreciate it.


 * -|You want me to lie.=

Bigby: You're asking me to lie?

Beauty: Not lie, just not include my name. Just say you talked to the clerk or something. You'll do what you have to. I just want you to know that would help me.


 * -|I'm going to tell the truth.=

Bigby: It's not much of a report if I start picking and choosing which facts to include.

Beauty: I see.



Beauty: You'll do what you have to. I just want you to know that would help me.

Beauty: Well, here we are. Which one was it?

Talk to Beauty

Bigby: You don't really have to stay up here with me.

Beauty: Yes, I do. Just do what you have to do.

Talk to Beauty again

Bigby: You can relax.

Beauty: I don't think so. Not 'til you're done here.

Optional interactions=

Bigby tries to open the door to room 207, but it's locked.

(Opened another locked door)=

Bigby: 207. Open this one.


 * -|(Didn't open any locked doors)=

Bigby: You have keys to these rooms?

Beauty: I thought you had a key.

Bigby: Not to this one.

Beauty: Hold on, Bigby, I can't just let you go into any room you want. Seriously, what if someone found out? I could get into a lot of trouble.

Beauty tries to unlock the door, but is unsuccessful.

Beauty: Well, that's weird. The key is supposed to open every room in the building. But it's not working.

Beast: Beauty?

Bigby: Shit.

Bigby and Beauty turn around to see Beast at the end of the hallway.

Beauty: Beast.

Beast: Bigby? How could you do this to me?

Beauty: No, sweetie, no, wait a minute!

Beast: How could you do this? We've been together through everything! I took care of you! I love--

Beauty: It's not what you think! Please!

Beast: You're cheating on me! With him?!

Beauty: No! No, Beast. I promise! I'm not. I'm helping him! That's all!

Beast's eyes turn red.

Beast: I'll bet! I'm sure you help each other just great! I know what this place is! I know what goes on here!

Beauty: No! That's not what I meant!

Stop it, Beast!=

Bigby: Beast, stop this! Right now. This isn't the way to handle things.

Beast: What do you know? You don't have anybody!


 * -|You've got it wrong.=

Bigby: Relax, Beast. It's not what you think.

Beast: Stop lying to me!


 * -|I'm on a case.=

Bigby: This is a murder investigation. She's helping me--

Beast: Stop lying to me!



Beast: Stop lying to me!

Beast: What the fuck is wrong with you? She's my wife!

Beauty: Beast, listen to me, there's nothing going on! I'm not--

Beast grabs Bigby by his shirt collar.

Bigby: Hey!

Beast: Bastard! I guess I finally see you for who you are!

Beauty: Stop! Stop it!

(Said he's stay out of it)=

Beast: Is this you "staying out of it"? I thought I could trust you!


 * -|(Said he hadn't seen her)=

Beast: You told me you hadn't seen her! You fucking liar! You've been sleeping with her this whole time!


 * -|(Said he saw her)=

Beast: You said you saw her that night! I should have fucking known!


 * -|(Said nothing)=

Beast: I knew you were sneaking around!

I don't want to hurt you.=

Bigby: I don't want to hurt you, so just calm down and--


 * -|Don't do this!=

Bigby: We don't have to do this. Just calm down and--


 * -|Just talk to your wife!=

Bigby: Listen to your wife! Just calm down and--



Bigby says nothing.

Beauty: Beast!

Beast lets go of Bigby. His horns, pointed ears, and claws have appeared. Beast raises his fist. Bigby either dodges or gets punched in the face.

Beauty: What the hell do you think you're doing?! You aren't even listening to me!

Beast raises his fist again.

Block=

Bigby grabs Beast's arm.


 * -|Do nothing=

Beast punches Bigby in the face.

Beauty: I told you to stop! Look at you! This is how you handle things?!

Beast: You're defending him?!

Beauty: I'm trying to explain!

Bigby and Beast start strangling each other. Bigby has taken his werewolf form.

Beast: She's my wife, Bigby!

Beauty: I told you!

Fight back=

Bigby slams Beast against one of the walls.

Beauty: Beast!

Bigby grabs Beast and pulls him to his feet.

Beauty: Stop!

Bigby throws Beast against the other wall.

Beauty: Leave him be! This is my fault!


 * -|Do nothing=

Beast slams Bigby against the walls, then pulls him to his feet.

Beauty: Beast! Stop!

Beast rips a pipe out of the wall.

Beauty: Beast, no! You don't understand!

Beast hits Bigby with the weapon, then presses it against his throat, choking him. Bigby gouges his eyes, making him stumble backward, then tackles him to the ground.

Hit him=

Bigby punches Beast in the face.

Beauty: Bigby, no! Don't hurt him!


 * -|Do nothing=

Bigby does nothing.

Beast picks up a nearby bottle and smashes it over Bigby's head.

Beast: You ruined everything!

Beauty: Beast!

Beast: She's my fucking wife!

Tackle him=

Bigby charges at Beast, and they crash through the door to room 207, with the latter landing on the floor.

Beast: Shit, Bigby.


 * -|Do nothing=

Beast charges at Bigby, and they crash through the door to room 207, with the latter landing on the floor.

Beast: Shit.

Beast/Bigby stands up. Bigby reverts to his human form.

Beauty: What have you done?!

(Tackled Beast)=

Beast: What...what is this?

Beast: Bigby...

Beauty: Look what you did to the door! You can't just act like this whenever y--

Beast: Stand back. You--you don't want to see this.

The bed is covered in blood and lilacs.

Shit!=

Bigby: Shit.

Beauty: What is it?


 * -|Stay outside.=

Bigby: Beauty, stay in the hall.

Beauty: What? Why? What's going on?


 * -|Door's open now...=

Bigby: Well, we got the door open...



Beauty: What? Why? What's going on?

Beauty walks into the room and gasps.

Beauty: Oh! Oh, my god.

Bigby: Don't touch anything.

Beauty: Is this...? Is this...?

Bigby: Lily met her client here, "Mr. Smith", whoever he is.

Beauty: And then...

Bigby: Must have happened right here. Jesus.

Beauty: Last night?

Bigby: Yeah.

Beauty: I was on shift last night!

Beast: On "shift"? Beauty, what exactly, uh--

Beauty: I'm not a prostitute, you idiot! I work the front desk!

Beast: I--so, that's--

Beauty: Yeah.

Beast: Still... This is no place for someone like you. I mean, look--

Beauty: Can we please not talk about this?

Notice anything strange?=

Bigby: Did you noticed anything out of the ordinary? There might have been some loud noises.

Beauty: I--I don't know, I mean... Loud noises aren't out of the ordinary. I didn't hear anyone...screaming, or anything like that. But shouldn't I have?


 * -|Who rented this room?=

Bigby: Do you remember who rented this room last night?

Beauty: I don't think anyone did, not last night. Maybe they have it long-term? I don't know! How am I supposed to know?


 * -|See anyone suspicious?=

Bigby: Was anyone acting suspicious? Maybe moving a heavy piece of luggage, or, uh... He got the body out of here somehow.

Beauty: Jesus Christ. No, no, I didn't see anything like that!



Beast: You see what kind of stuff happens here...

Beauty: Just drop it.

Beauty: It just seemed like a totally normal night. How is that even possible? There's so much blood...

Bigby: Go lock the front door. Keep people out of the hallway. I need you to be sure no one comes in here. This is a crime scene. Okay?

Beast: But--

Beauty: Just do what he says. I'll explain later...okay?

Beast leaves the room.

Beauty: Bigby, what kind of a person could do something like this?

Bigby: That's exactly what I'm about to try to find out.

Beauty's Comments

Beauty: I can't believe this.

Beauty: Just unbelievable!

Beauty: God.

Beauty: She must have been so scared...

Beauty: Maybe she didn't see it coming...

Beauty: Damn it, get it together, Beauty. Be strong.

Beauty: We shouldn't even be in here.

Talk to Beauty

You better not be hiding anything.=

Bigby: I'd better not find out you're hiding something from me about all of this.

Beauty: What the hell is wrong with you? I'm not involved in this! Please, just do whatever you need to do and let's get out of here.


 * -|Anything else you can tell me?=

Bigby: Is there anything else you can tell me about last night? Anything that sticks out in your mind?

Beauty: Sorry. No. It just seemed like every other night does. That's exactly what's bothering me. From now on, I'll just be down there imagining...this.


 * -|How do I found out who rents the room?=

Bigby: How can I find out who rented this room?

Beauty: Find whoever has the key? I'm pretty sure this one must be held long term, and we don't keep a register or anything. This place is intentionally kind of anonymous.

Bigby: I keep hearing that.


 * -|[Continue investigation]=

Bigby walks away.

Optional interactions=

(After making first deduction about evidence)=

Beauty: That poor girl... She couldn't have known...she probably just needed the money. She could have been...anyone. How did she wind up...here? I mean, not exactly HERE, but... Just, how does a person...?

Bigby examines the bed.

Bigby: Looks like she was lying down when she was killed. Flowers were already here.

Beauty: How do you know that?

Bigby: Blood pattern. Also, I'd say the body was dragged off the foot of the bed, there.

Beauty: "The body"? Jesus. You could say "she". Poor girl. I just can't even imagine...

(Examined storybook)=

Bigby: Hm.

Beauty: What? What are you thinking?

Bigby examines the storybook. The first page depicts a drawing of Snow White standing in a forest. A sticky note is attached to it that says, "Beautiful."

Beauty: What is that?

Bigby: It's a book about Snow White. Or about the Mundy version of her story, anyway.

(Examined dress)=

Beauty: What is it?

The next page shows Snow holding an apple. The sticky note says, "Fuji? Red Delicious? Empire?"

Beauty: The whole book is about her?

Bigby: Yeah.

(Examined apple)=

Bigby: Hm.

Beauty: What is it?

The following page shows Snow in a glass coffin. The sticky note says, "Was she breathing?"

Beauty: Why is she in a glass coffin?

Bigby: This is the part where she's in a deep sleep, but they think she's dead.

(Examined the bed)=

Bigby: Hm.

Beauty: What's it mean? Why mark the page where she's sleeping?

Bigby examines the apple.

Beauty: Do you smell something?

Bigby: No. Just apple.

Bigby picks up the apple, which has a single bite out of it.

(Examined storybook)=

Bigby: Huh.

Beauty: What? What are you thinking?

Bigby opens the closet, which contains a torn costume dress.

Bigby: Someone's been rough with this dress; it's torn.

Beauty: Oh, no, she must have been wearing it! He killed her, and then he...took it back off--

Bigby: No. There's no blood on it. It must have been torn some other time.

(Examined storybook)=

Beauty: Oh, no. There's more? What? What now?

(Connected all the evidence)=

Beauty: God, I can see the whole picture now! It all goes together, like you said! This creep put that girl in a Snow White dress and recreated the whole story from the book, with the apple, and the deep sleep, and everything! You're a better detective than I thought you'd be.

Bigby: Thanks?

Beauty: So, he planned it out, he had all the details noted down. Only, then, when it comes time to kiss her and wake her up...

Bigby: Yeah.


 * -|(Didn't connect all the evidence)=


 * -|(Said nothing)=

Beauty: You're like a brick wall! How does she stand you?

Beauty: I hope you're just about through. I don't really want to stay in here any longer.

Bigby sees an envelope on the floor of the closet. He picks it up and opens it, taking out a photo of Snow standing on a bridge.

Beauty: Are those pictures of the dead girl?

Bigby takes out another photo.

Bigby: Not all of them.

Beauty: How do you know?

Bigby: I'm in this one. It was taken last winter.

Bigby points to the photo. It depicts him and Snow standing outside Cinderella's shoe store.

Beauty: Oh, no. Bigby... This kind of stalking...it doesn't just stop by itself. Trust me, I know about this, firsthand. He'll keep trying to get closer and closer.

Bigby: His stand-in for Snow is gone now, so...

Beauty: The next step closer...

Bigby takes out the last photo and looks horrified.

Beauty: What is it?

Bigby: It's Crane.

The photo shows Crane next to glamoured and dressed-up Lily lying on the bed. Back in the office, Crane watches Beauty and Bigby through the magic mirror. He smashes the glass with the lamp.