Scenario:Catherine - Chasing Purple Smoke

Chasing Purple Smoke

Catherine finds the mafia snooping around Rick's house trying to gather and destroy evidence. While observing them, she discovers that one of the SBI's detectives has turned traitor. Catherine uses the corrupt detective's lover against him to find Rick's location. After knocking both of them unconscious, she recovers Rick's cigar case and finds something hidden at the bottom of it.

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Catherine stops by Rick's house in order to gather clues about his disappearance.

Catherine: I'm glad he told me where he lived, even though I never asked. Saves me the trouble of looking...

Catherine: And it's so easy to break into. Geez, get better locks next time...

Catherine: That said, he keeps this place tidier than I expected. He must be working so much that he doesn't spend much time here.

As Catherine scans the room, her eyes fixate on a certain spot.

Catherine: Well, would you look at that cigar case... I'm surprised he still smokes these expensive things. Is it just because I complimented him on them that one time?

Catherine: Hm...

Catherine: These cigars... Hehe, I knew it—they're the same ones I said had a nice, sweet aroma...

Catherine: And these notes... Everything here is about Nightsmoke.

Catherine: I wonder what's written here... He won't mind if I just take a little peek.

Catherine: ...!

As soon as she hears a noise, Catherine instinctively leaps out of the nearest window.

She carefully conceals herself as she peeks into the room.

Man 1: Make it quick.

Man 2: We're grabbing everything, huh? Glad it's all organized.

Man 1: Don't leave anything behind.

Catherine: (Those guys... They're taking all the evidence Rick collected of me.)

Catherine: (They must be behind Rick's disappearance.)

Catherine: (Their movements are so smooth... Are they pros like me? If so, there's no use in torturing answers out of them.)

Catherine: (I'll keep a close eye on them instead...)

Silently, Catherine tails the men as they leave Rick's place.

A while later, they arrive at a luxurious inn in town.

After the men enter a room, Catherine quickly sneaks into an empty, adjacent room.

Catherine: Guess I'll take care of the repair costs later.

Without making a sound, Catherine swiftly cuts a hole into the ceiling and climbs up.

She crawls toward the other room and positions herself right above the men. With a knife, she creates a small slit to watch through.

Mafia 1: Here are the goods you requested, Detective.

Corrupt Detective: Cut the jokes. We're part of the same organization now.

Mafia 2: Whatever you say. Anyway, we brought you everything we found in his room.

Corrupt Detective: Hmm...

Corrupt Detective: Rick's a hard worker, I see. For a guy who can't catch Nightsmoke, he sure has a lot of notes on him.

Corrupt Detective: Well, his efforts are going to land him a nice posthumous promotion.

Mafia 1: Well isn't that dandy? Sounds like he'll be getting a great big retirement check for us to cash in.

Corrupt Detective: Only after the evidence gets destroyed. We don't know how much he's gathered. How did he even figure out that I was helping you guys out anyway...

Catherine: ...

Detective Rick: Well... I've been wrapped up in a bit of an ugly case. A big robbery happened.

Rick's Colleague: Hmm... He did mention chasing after a different case besides Nightsmoke.

Rick's Colleague: But since he wouldn't talk about the details, I've no idea who he's going after.

Catherine: (Rick must've realized that there was a rat among the detectives...)

Catherine: (Is that why he decided to act alone? But it's so risky...)

Catherine: (I'm sure if I keep following these guys, they'll lead me to Rick.)

Catherine: (Wait, that smell... What is he smoking?)

Catherine narrows her eyes as she watches the corrupt detective take a long drag from a cigar.

Catherine: (It smells sweet... Is it just a coincidence? No, it can't be... The cigar case next to him is Rick's.)

Mafia 1: Did you find the evidence?

Corrupt Detective: Not yet. Like I said earlier, all I see here are odes to Nightsmoke.

Mafia 2: It'll be faster to get an answer directly from him. Ugh, what a hassle...

Corrupt Detective: Tell me about it... By the way, have you seen my woman anywhere? She's been in the bathroom for a while...

Mafia 1: She's probably run out on you then. You're better off not spending time with a cold-blooded murderer like her.

Corrupt Detective: Idiot. There's nothing I love more than a woman with no conscience.

Mafia 2: Oh right, you took care of all that evidence for her. I guess she can't just betray you then.

Catherine: ...

Woman: Sorry for taking so long... The alcohol didn't sit well with me.

Corrupt Detective: Oh, really? Sorry about that—I didn't know what kind of stuff you liked. You can pick next time.

Woman: Thank you... But, umm...

Corrupt Detective: Hey, you two over there. Read the room a bit. Don't you have your own date to get to?

Mafia 1: Yeah, yeah.

Corrupt Detective: Good. Now we can enjoy our time together.

Woman: Hehe... I'm surprised they have someone to keep them company at night.

Corrupt Detective: Heh, you could put it that way. Their "company" tonight is a dumb man, not a beaut like you.

Woman: Oh? What did he do?

Corrupt Detective: He's a stupid colleague of mine. Stuck his nose in places where he shouldn't have.

Corrupt Detective: That guy's got nothing to show for except his taste in cigars. This case isn't half bad either.

Corrupt Detective: Looks good, doesn't it? It's a designer piece—fits me a hell of a lot more than him.

Woman: You could've let him have one last smoke. I'm sure he's full of regret now.

Corrupt Detective: Heh-heh... Wish I could sip a drink while looking at his pathetic face.

Woman: That's a good idea. Why don't we go and do that? He's close by, right?

Corrupt Detective: I locked him down in the warehouse. Nobody goes near it.

Woman: I see... Well, if that's all then...

Woman: Will you let me go free?

Corrupt Detective: What?

Corrupt Detective: Wh-what's going on?

Woman: Please! I asked about Rick! You heard everything, didn't you?

Corrupt Detective: You! Are you betraying me? Who the hell put you up to this?

Woman: I don't know! When I came out of the bathroom, I found a letter...

Woman: It said that if I don't wanna die, then I need to find out where Rick is!

Corrupt Detective: You damn woman... Do you know how much you owe me?

Woman: But I don't wanna die though! Hey, you're somewhere here, right?

Woman: Please spare me, just like we promised—

Woman: Guh...

Corrupt Detective: H-hey! What happened?

Corrupt Detective: Wh... Damn... it...

Catherine: Disgusting. As if I'd let criminals like you run scot-free.

Catherine: I'll be taking this back now.

Catherine plucks the cigar case out of the unconscious detective's hands.

Catherine: You told me you'd always take care of this...

With a flick, Catherine opens the case and inspects its contents.

Catherine: They smoked everything. I guess I'll buy some more for him later...

Catherine: ...?
Wait a second, is this...

Something in her gut tells her to pick at the bottom of the case.

The cover pops off, revealing a hidden area.

Catherine: So...

Catherine: Is this the real reason why he went after those criminals by himself?

Catherine: I'm speechless... How dumb can you possibly be...

Chasing Purple Smoke: Scene 2

Despite the mafia's ruthless tactics, Rick refuses to tell them where he hid the evidence. Right when they're about to kill him, another mobster runs in, screaming that someone has stolen all of their loot. As the mafia chase after a speedship carrying their loot, they end up running right into the hands of the crew and Rick's colleague.

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Detective Rick: Ugh...

Mafia 1: Come on, Detective. That's enough now, isn't it? My hands are tired already.

Mafia 2: Just tell us where you hid the rest of the evidence. It'll be easier for all of us.

Detective Rick: Ahaha... What're you talking about? I'm not following at all.

Detective Rick: If you're tired, then let's take a break—getting beat up is hard work, y'know? It'll be easier for all of us.

Mafia 1: Sigh... Let's just put an end to this.

Mafia 2: Are you sure? What if another detective finds the evidence?

Mafia 1: Don't worry. That womanizer'll clean up everything, like he always does.

Detective Rick: Ah... Haha, so you guys were in cahoots with that person, huh? My detective skills are sharp as ever.

Mafia 2: And it's because of your skills that you're about to earn a nice fat promotion.

Detective Rick: Oh, I am? Great, I could use a raise. Expenses have been going up these days.

Mafia 1: It's not so much a raise as a retirement check. One that we'll be helping ourselves to.

Detective Rick: I thought my family was supposed to receive it.

Detective Rick: Or did we become so close that we're practically family now? I must've not realized it! Then, as family, why don't you let me off the hook?

Mafia 2: The hell's wrong with you? Most guys would be bawlin' their eyes out right about now.

Detective Rick: You're outta luck, pal. I'm not the type of guy to shed tears in front of criminals.

Detective Rick: Sorry 'bout that.

Mafia 1: You think you're smart, huh? Spit out where you hid the last bit of evidence, and I'll make your death painless.

Detective Rick: Are you offering to listen to my last words? How kind of you. In that case...

Detective Rick: Go screw yourselves.

Mafia 2: You asked for it. Get ready for a long, painful death.

Knives drawn, the mafia members approach Rick.

As Rick stares at the sharp tips, a sense of regret wells up in his chest.

Detective Rick: (So this is the end, huh... I'm sorry, Cathy, for breaking our promise...)

Detective Rick: (And to Nightsmoke... I won't be able to chase after you anymore. I really wanted to be the one to find you.)

Mafia 2: Good night.

Mafia 3: Guys, we don't have time to futz around with this loser!

Mafia 1: Huh?

Mafia 3: Everything in the safe's gone!

All Mafia: What!

Mafia 3: It all vanished like smoke... All of the goods that we stole!

Detective Rick: Vanished... like smoke?

Mafia 1: What the hell are you saying? There's no way all that stuff could've disappeared!

Detective Rick: Wasn't it stolen?

Mafia 2: What!

Detective Rick: Only one person can make things vanish like smoke at night.

Mafia 1: The hell is with this speedship—wait, look! That's all our stuff!

Mafia 2: Go! Get 'em!

Detective Rick: Whew... Am I saved? I was just bluffing though.

Detective Rick: But it couldn't be... the real Nightsmoke...

Detective Rick: ...

Mafia 1: Get back here, dammit!

Smokin' Cathy: ...

Mafia 2: What the? Why'd it stop all of a sudden?

Mafia 1: Sheesh, scared the hell outta me. All the goods are here, yeah? Now we gotta pull out the idiot pilot and...

Rick's Colleague: Stop right there. Care to explain where you got all of this stuff from?

Mafia 1: Huh? What's a detective doin' here?

Vyrn: Don't move. You're already surrounded!

Mafia 3: N-no way... What gives?

Mafia 2: Crap, did the speedship lure us into a trap?

Mafia 1: What? Seriously? Dammit, where'd that ship go? Stop messin' with us!

Mafia 2: It all disappeared like smoke... First the goods, now the speedship...

Rick's Colleague: Now, now, behave yourselves. Rick's got plenty of evidence about your activities, so there's no point in trying to weasel your way out.

Rick's Colleague: You're all under arrest. These skyfarers are tough, so don't even think about resisting.

Vyrn: You better believe it!

Mafia 3: Dammit... Dammit!

Lyria: Did we get everyone?

Rick's Colleague: Probably—and even if there are others hiding somewhere, I'll get answers outta these three sooner or later.

Rick's Colleague: But I wonder who tipped us off. It's weird how they offered us the mafia and goods in exchange for letting the speedship go...

Rick's Colleague: And then right after we got the tip, the other idiot and his murder suspect of a girlfriend turned up at the station...

Rick's Colleague: And then to top it all off, you three show up and say you want to help... Do you guys know what's going on?

Lyria: Um, well...

Vyrn: Well actually, err... Detective Bungler asked us for help.

Rick's Colleague: Oh... Is that so? I guess you guys were pretty close after all.

Rick's Colleague: But I still can't believe Rick ran off to handle this case by himself... He should've told me, not people outside the bureau.

Rick's Colleague: Well, I get that he was worried about the rat among our ranks, but it'd still be nice to be in the loop...

Lyria: I'm sure Rick was just... y'know... being cautious and stuff...

Rick's Colleague: It's fine. I'll win his trust from now on. Anyway, is he doing okay?

Vyrn: Umm, yeah. Probably...

Rick's Colleague: What's with that vague answer?

Lyria: The thing is... we didn't see him directly. He sent us a letter...

(Captain) remembers the letter that the crew suddenly received from Catherine a few hours ago.

The letter included information on Rick's whereabouts, an explanation of the need to cooperate with the SBI in order to arrest the criminals...

And a request that the crew pretend the letter was sent by Rick himself.

Vyrn: I'm sure she's rescuing Rick right now... right?

Lyria: I think so... We'll ask her for all the details later!

Rick's Colleague: Whatever, this is how it usually goes. He always excels in everything, except his search for Nightsmoke and his personal life.

Rick's Colleague: There's one more thing I'd like to ask you all though—mind helping me transporting all of these stolen goods? I can't do it by myself.

Lyria: Of course! Leave it to us!

(Captain) and the crew assist Rick's colleague in rounding up the goods and criminals before heading back to the bureau.

Chasing Purple Smoke: Scene 3

Hidden inside Rick's cigar case were notes about the burglary case and his diary. According to his diary, the mafia stole the present he bought for Cathy. The case comes to a close after Catherine saves Rick. Later, when Rick visits Kitten Cafe, some of his hazy memories resurface, leading him to suspect that Cathy is Nightsmoke. However, his suspicions disappear just as quickly as they appeared, and he decides to focus on spending time with Cathy.

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Catherine looks at the Smokin' Cathy as she carries an unconscious Rick on her back.

Smokin' Cathy: ...

Catherine: Smart. I'm glad I made some modifications.

She puts Rick carefully in the back seat and starts the engine of the speedship.

Detective Rick: Zzz... Hum-mum...

Catherine: I seriously thought you died, but here you are, peacefully sleeping...

Detective Rick: Mm... Caaathy...

Catherine: Gosh, where's your sense of danger? Geez...

Something in her gut tells her to pick at the bottom of the case.

The cover pops off, revealing a hidden area.

There, tucked away at the bottom, are a few handwritten notes neatly folded up.

Catherine: (This is... the mafia's location and evidence of the corrupt detective's crimes...)

Catherine: (You really put such important notes in the cigar case I gave you? Gosh...)

Catherine: (And is this... a diary?)

Rick's Diary: Found the rat. Found the hideout. But it's still too early to let down my guard.

Rick's Diary: There could be more rats that have infiltrated the bureau. I've got no choice but to go after them by myself. But more importantly...

Rick's Diary: They stole the present I was gonna give to Cathy! I gotta get it back ASAP!

Rick's Diary: I can't let anyone find out about this! If my colleagues were to tell Cathy, my pride and dignity would be destroyed!

Rick's Diary: At this rate I'll have to show up to our celebration empty-handed! I've gotta hurry!

Catherine: Sigh...

Catherine: Is this the real reason why he went after those criminals by himself?

Catherine: I'm speechless... How dumb can you possibly be...

Catherine: Doing all that just to get caught and me finding out in the end... You've always been amusing to watch, but this is getting out of hand.

Catherine: I'm starting to really get worried... Maybe the bureau should assign you a partner.

Catherine: Never mind, it would be annoying if there were someone else with you. I wouldn't want to be chased by anyone else besides you.

Detective Rick: Ugh... Huh... Where am I...

Detective Rick: Is someone taking me somewhere? I can't see a thing with this blindfold...

Catherine: ...

Detective Rick: Are you one of the mafia's friends? Do you plan on finishing me off in a different location?

Detective Rick: No, that can't be it. After what happened back there, there's no way they'd still want to take their time killing me.

Detective Rick: But the way those goods just went poof and disappeared like smoke... I wonder if it's...

Catherine: ...

Detective Rick: Nah, it's too wild of a theory. I know that guy won't do anything unless he receives a request.

Catherine puts the Smokin' Cathy on autopilot and reaches out to Rick's talkative mouth with her hand.

Detective Rick: Hm? Nnngh!

She presses a handkerchief doused in sleep medicine to his face.

Detective Rick: Nngh... Zzz... Zzz...

Catherine: If I leave him be, he'll definitely figure it out. He might be dumb, but he's got skills...

Catherine: But then again, would he really find out? It's just like him to not put the pieces together. You know, I actually did receive a request.

Catherine: It was from a girl named Cathy who wanted me to steal you back.

Catherine gently strokes Rick's face as she drives away into the night.

A few days later...

Detective Rick: Gahhh! I'm so sorry for being late, Cathy! Here, I got you a present!

Cathy: After all this time?

Detective Rick: I'm really sorry! It's just... A lot of things happened...

Cathy: I'm joking. I'll happily accept your gift. Can I open it?

Detective Rick: Go ahead. I really hope you'll like it.

Cathy: Is this... a pink opal? You even had my name engraved into it...

Detective Rick: I-is it a little too much? I thought it would fit you perfectly...

Cathy: This was expensive, wasn't it?

Detective Rick: Uhh... No, it's fine! I got a bonus from work, so don't worry about it!

Cathy: I told you before, you don't have to try so hard... Can I hang it up in the cafe?

Detective Rick: Of course!

Cathy: Hehe... Thank you. I love it.

Cathy smiles as she gently strokes Rick's cheek.

Detective Rick: Ahhh, Cathy!

Detective Rick: ...?

Cathy: What's wrong?

Detective Rick: Nope, it's nothing. Anyway, let's get the party started!

Cathy: Since today's special, shall I whip up a cocktail that matches the wonderful jewel you gave me?

Detective Rick: That sounds great. How about a prelude fizz?

Cathy: I love it. The color is just like the pink opal.

As Cathy prepares their drinks, Rick's thoughts begin racing.

Detective Rick: (Cathy's touch reminds me of someone...)

Detective Rick: (It felt like the same person who took me away before... Did Cathy save me?)

Detective Rick: (Why was I even saved in the first place? It's possible someone saw the contents of the cigar case and made a logical deduction...)

Detective Rick: (If Nightsmoke was the one who saved me, then the person who made the request would be... No, it's possible Nightsmoke acted alone...)

Detective Rick: (But what if...)

Detective Rick: (No, that can't be it. That would just be ridiculous.)

Sighing, Rick focuses his attention back on the present moment.

He decides the most important thing he can do for now is to spend this precious time celebrating with Cathy.