Part 5: Photography
: Visiting the other locations results in the exact same dialog we've already seen. The exception is the Baron's estate:
: Back here already? I thought you wanted to meet the photographer? Come on, Falcon, time's a-wasting!
: Wait, there's a note on the door. Ahem. "The magnificent and marvelous artist, Monsieur Robittio de Robinio, is currently out on an artistic expedition. He shall return when his muse sees fit."
: "When his muse sees fit?" What does that even mean?
: I think it means that he is a pretentious bird-brain. But in any case, the artist seems to be out. What shall we do now?
: We should knock anyway.
: Alright. I don't see the harm.
: Nope. It doesn't look like he's in, Falcon.
: There's nothing else to do. Let's make a move.
: Ugh. I hate the feeling of a wasted trip. Is there really nothing else we can do?
: We should... we should break in.
: WHAT?! Are you serious?!
: Monseiur Jayjay Falcon, I would have thought that a man of justice like yourself would be against such reckless displays of unlawful barbarism!
: You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over -
: It's a brilliant suggestion. Stand back, I'm barging the door down.
: Wait, just like that?! Shouldn't we discuss this first?!
Goofy (Charles Gonoud - Funeral March Of A Marionette)
: You said you wanted to break in!
: I thought we could find an open window. I didn't think you would turn into a bird-sized cannonball! Well, now that we're here we ought to make the most of it. This place is quite something. It's very...
: I was going to say "ostentatious."
: That's just swanky talk for swanky.
: We don't have time for this. The sound of a door being smashed in could be drawing unwanted attention. We should find anything that may help our case, and get out.
: A picture of a sailing ship on a windy day.
: A lighthouse? No, wait, it's a man in a top hat. Actually, if I squint and turn my head sideways...
: It's a black smudge, Falcon.
: This is a tiny photograph of what appears to be a jail cell.
: That reminds me... how illegal is this? You know, breaking and entering. Rifling through a person's belongings...
: Im not going to lie to you, Sparrowson. If were caught, we will be spending the next twenty years with a number instead of a name.
: I call 24601!
: Don't be daft, Sparrowson. You cant call prison numbers.
: (Damn. I wanted that one.)
: This is a picture of a fence.
: It's a fencey photograph. It leaves the viewer defenseless. Out of all the pictures here, I would picket as my favorite. Okay, I'm done. No more fence puns.
: A butterfly. Or maybe a moth. It's difficult to tell in black and white.
: This is a photograph of a castle somewhere in the countryside.
: You know, I once had an uncle who once fell off a castle rampart while on guard duty.
: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Did he die?
: No. He got de-moat-ed.
: Ugh. Terrible.
: This appears to be a photograph of a ladder. Symbolic of climbing towards success, perhaps?
: It looks more like a step-ladder to me.
: Oh, no. We're not getting into that old argument.
: A beautiful picture of the Paris skyline. Given the angle, this must have been taken from Notre-Dame cathedral itself.
: I see a finely-dressed dandy fellow upon a horse.
: I see paints, inks, dyes... I'm not quite sure what the clear liquid in this bottle is.
: I could taste-test it.
: You could. But we don't have time for a hospital visit right now. So let's not.
: I see a bourgeois tigress in profile.
: Hey, Falcon! Look!
: What? It's just an easel.
: No, no, look at what's on the easel!
: There's no question about it. I see a housemaid... Dame Caterline... and I think that's Seigneur Purrtoir, Caterline's father.
: So what shall we do? Do we just... take this?
: No, no. That would be a big mistake. Every half-competent lawyer knows that stolen property can't be used as evidence. Still, we've learned some valuable information by seeing this photograph in person.
: I suppose so. Is there anything else we need to do here?
: I think we're done snooping. Let's get out of here before we draw further attention to ourselves.
: Sounds good to me.
: Oh mon Dieu! What happened to my door?!
: We've been fairly law-abiding and haven't actually taken anything, so...
: Well, Monsieur Robinio, it's like this. You see, we are attorneys who have been hired for the purpose of...
: RAVEN! A raven did it! We saw the whole thing!
: (What are you doing, Sparrowson? I've got this.)
: (I'm not going to jail because your conscience is acting up!)
: (Nobody's going to jail. Just... take it easy.)
: Ugh. Damn ravens. They're always after our shiny objects, am I right?
: Y-yeah. That's right.
: Let's make a move. Trial day is approaching fast.
: Right. Let's go.