Frankly, you're just going to have to accept the fact that you can't get in through every single door.

It's part of a detective's task chain. You can do it too.

Oh! That's actually what *I* was thinking -- THE HANGED MAN. I like that. A good, strong name. We have a very good name for the case now. I'm going to start calling it THE HANGED MAN. It's good we sorted this out.

Actually, that motor carriage has been specially issued to serve as a patrol and *pursuit* vehicle.

A certain kind of young man reads one or two books and suddenly thinks he understands the secret structures of reality...

Actually -- there is a shortage of people who talk to us in a normal, calm, informative manner.

A new badge usually comes with a new rank. You seem to have been... doing well then.

No. I'm not an encyclopedia. I won't be a guide either. I'm a detective.

Wonderful. Now this place is also going to be a drug lab. Always something fascinating happening in tents.

And what do you have to gain from a war?

I'm a lieutenant of the RCM, dedicated to maintaining law and order in Revachol.

The streets will not flow red with anything. Who are you?

Those spinners were elegant, sleek... Radiant, even. What you're suggesting is *porno*.

Yes, you two have grown *quite* close over the last few days. Always doing little *errands* for each other.

Fine. I was a juvenile police officer -- for over 15 years. It's how I started out in the RCM. Once I had to infiltrate a pinball ring. As you do -- when you're a juvie cop.

That is understandable -- but *perhaps* it's better not to eat all your candy at once?

We *Seolites* don't do paranomastic humour.

Even if I were to change my name now, upon hearing any syllable that sounds like *kim* in the street, I'd turn to see who was calling me.

Time to move to more *earthly* matters. Like what really happened here -- detective?

Yes, I've definitely never seen you cry before, nor lent you my handkerchief to dry your tears.

She repeats passwords. Programming people are all... paranoid.

I worked as one of these *Processing guys* for a year. They are butchers and clowns. I once saw twenty CODs go misidentified in one week. Chances are slim to none that they'll find anything useful in processing.

How about I take *you* piggyback?

We *saw* it -- it was real.

We're beating our heads against this -- let's go do something more useful.

It's okay, you're just having a *little* panic attack. Try to breathe as slowly as you can, alright?

Wishful thinking has no place in a police investigation.

Try work. The case at hand. It can work miracles.

Yes, another draw. It appears we are quite equally matched.

No need to look for *supra-natural* explanations where a banal one will do. Now, let's move on, shall we?

I'm afraid you and I are pawns in a... A *pissing* competition.

Alright, but -- and, forgive me, this has been bothering me since this morning -- how have you managed to run around all day *wearing no shoes*?

I do like the way it tingles, though. It's the only part of shaving I actually look forward to.

The world is what it is. I'm glad to see you're stable. Keep it that way.

One day you will realize you can't simply go around saying these things about the citizens we're here to protect.

We run this city. West of the river is RCM land.

You don't look fine and I'm *very* worried about it.

In conclusion -- it's a colourful theory, but I don't believe Jacob Irw did this. Should we go?

Yes, you're a natural gymnast, detective. Now would you like to do what you got up there to do?

It advises officers in physical altercations to rely on the open-palm strike, as opposed to the backhand, in non-lethal situations.

Detective, before you answer that, I urge you to weigh your words *extremely* carefully.

What temptations is *He* withstanding then?

It's been a long winter... Long and cold.

It's a pseudo-science that attempts to legitimize *research* into mythological beasts and urban legends.

You probably don't have a pen. Here, you can keep this. I have another one.

I have, on a few occasions -- when I was young and foolish -- smoked hemp.

In fact I dislike them so much I'm willing to drag you boys back to the station just to calm myself down.

It appears we're being monitored every step we take, colleague. Did we have any other business here?

To be honest, this animal sounds like a *cryptid* -- you wouldn't happen to be searching for some kind of... Gnome of Geroma would you?

Frankly, you're just going to have to accept the fact that you can't get in through every single door.