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Police Quest 1

by idonotlikepeas

Part 14: Episode Seven: OBJECTION! Sonny vs. Blind Justice



Well, I guess this could qualify as "soon"... from a certain point of view.

What was that? Who are you talking to?



Uh, nothing. Nobody. Don't worry about it. So, that guy's all safely tucked away. You think he's the Death Angel?

It seemed like he wanted Marie to think that, but that could have just been big talk. Once we find out who he really is, we'll track down any other crimes he may have committed too.



It's weird. I thought your job would be over once you got the guy in jail.

No. Getting them locked up is only half of it. Making sure they stay there is the other half.



That's another reason you have to care about the rules, because the judge sure as heck will care that you followed them.

Did you just say "heck"?



We couldn't just have a normal conversation for one minute. Of course not.

Oh, alright, say your little fake swear word if you like. So what do you think is up?



Well, we're about to find out. Let's hope the Gremlin didn't do anything too awful this time.

I don't know, I'm kind of hoping it was worse. I mean, the chicken thing wasn't bad, but...



Hello, sir. You wanted to see me?

Hello, Sonny! I have a memo here concerning you. Let me read it to you.



Narration box that obscures the thing that it's talking about posted:

As Sgt. Dooley starts to read, his eyes begin to sting and water profusely.

My god, it must be serious. He's been overcome with emotion.

I'm... not sure that's emotion, exactly.



And again posted:

Sgt. Dooley races for the bathroom, cursing the "Gremlin" for spraying the memo with mace!

Oh! Well, that is much more awesome.

And potentially dangerous to everyone involved.

Exactly! Way to go, Gremlin!



From the hallway comes uncontrolled laughter, as Dooley declares, "When I find who that 'Gremlin' is, I swear I'll kill him!"

Death threats AND he left you with a poisoned memo. All heart, that guy.



Careful, Sonny. Don't touch it. So... Dooley got a memo with your name on it and called you back to the station without even opening it first? What if it's about new office supply procedures or something?

I imagine he already knew what was in it. Here, have a look.



Wow, that was quick. Congratulations, Sonny. Uh, do you even have any street clothes?

Come on, you saw them when I went to Jack's party.



I'm kind of trying to pretend that outfit was never perpetrated.

Fine, I'll wear the other set I keep here. Happy?



You're going to shower again, aren't you?

Procedure.

But you were only out there for like... an hour?



...



It was longer than that. Anyway, I spent a lot of that time worrying about getting shot in the head.

I guess that would make you a little sweaty. So let's see it.



There. Happy?

...Sonny, you have one outfit that's white pants and a blue shirt, and another outfit that's blue pants and a white shirt?



Is that a problem?

No. No problem. You're going to do a bang-up job in your undercover work. I can tell already.



Saying goodbye to the old black-and-white, eh?

Not much point in wearing casual clothes if I drive around in a police car, is there?



My God, it's almost like you DO know what secrecy is!

Great. I'm glad you're happy with me. Now shut up so I can talk to my new boss.



Hello, sir.

Hello, Sonny. Please step over here to my desk.

Meet the new boss, a palette swap of the old boss posted:

Lieutenant Morgan welcomes you to the Narcotics Division and explains the necessity of your new image.

Sonny, I've decided to put you on the Hoffman case due to your involvement in the arrest. Your partner will be Detective Laura Watts.

Thank you, sir. Hopefully we'll get to the bottom of it.

You can join Laura in her office now. Good luck on the case. And, welcome aboard, Sonny!



So your new partner is the only hot woman in this game who HASN'T hit on you yet?

Laura is a colleague and a highly-respected member of the force.



Couldn't get anywhere, huh?

Shut up.



Hey, at least she finds the position pleasing.

Can you just be quiet for about two minutes?

Allow me to show you around.

And now she has something to show you!

What is wrong with you?



This file cabinet contains all our active narcotic cases, including Hoffman's file.

The file cabinet contains files! How would we have gotten by without this vital information?

Walk this way.

One of the classic straight lines! Too bad she doesn't walk like Art Serabian.



This key board contains keys to the unmarked cars that are assigned to the Narcotics Division. I've been meaning to update that clipboard hanging there.

There are three keys there, but the parking lot only has one car in it. Where do you keep the others? Is it the same place all those Jack clones came from?

They're on the other end of the parking lot. It's not my fault you can't see them.

I'm not even going to dignify that with an amusingly over-the-top response. What's the clipboard?

Looks like recent news, wanted lists, that kind of stuff.



Your call number has a letter in it now that you're all fancy.



This will be your desk. Since you have your own desk now, your pigeonhole will be assigned to someone else.

She's giving away your pigeonhole already? After only one date?

If I could reach your neck, I would be wringing it right about now.



Sonny, I attended Hoffman's arraignment early this morning. He's being represented by some out-of-town, hotshot lawyer.

Yeah, those out-of-towners, can't trus... wait a minute. How was his arraignment this morning? We just arrested him like fifteen minutes ago.

What are you talking about? That was yesterday.

...I give up. I give up on time, forever. Forget it.

The jerk has convinced Judge Palmer that Hoffman is who he says he is. And, that's not the worst of it...

He wants to lead the prison chorus in an a cappella rendition of a thirty-minute polka epic inspired by Lady Gaga's greatest hits?

Judge Palmer set Hoffman's bail at only $500,000.00! We've got to show cause to justify a No Bail Warrant. If Hoffman gets out on bail, we'll never see his ugly face again!

I was close! So we're going to go track down clues together?

Sonny, I have a meeting right now, and can't stay. Hoffman's your baby now and time is running out! I hope you can discover some information that will convince Judge Palmer to hold him without bail!

Oh, or you could leave and let us sort out everything ourselves, sure.



I'll do my best. See you later, Laura.

Later, Sonny. Oh, and tell your friend he isn't as funny as he thinks he is.

...

...was she talking about Steve?

I don't think so. Let's have a look at these files.



I totally want that Lady Gaga thing now.

Focus. We need to nail down Hoffman. Let's see what we've got on him so far.




15:45? How does that even... oh, whatever.



He's also under suspicion of having a 70s porn 'stache in the third degree... and I find him GUILTY.




Five POUNDS of Marijuana? Christ almighty.

I guess we have him on intent to distribute.

Either that or he was going to watch the complete works of Cheech and Chong this weekend.



Blue, originally blue, huh? Whoever did this report needs some typing lessons or a brain replacement. Possibly both.

Hey, Jack's got a lot on his mind right now. Cut the guy some slack.

Alright, I guess that's fair.




Let's take this along in case we need to brief the judge on what we've got so far. I want to take another look at that clipboard, too. I thought I saw something...



Nothing new here.

No, later page...



Wow. Just... you Lyttonites have a way with names, don't you?

I'm not even going to ASK what anyone would do with that many panties.

They're going to stitch together an idol to PANTOR, God of Dumb 80s College Movies.



Hog AND dog food. SOMEBODY's ambitious.



Well, now we know what the dog food is for.



Wait.. what's this?

Ha!



Nipple tattoo, murders drug dealers. This looks like our guy.

Got you now, sleazebag.



Let's see if we can find anything else around h...

Quiet, Laura's coming back.



If you've found anything at all that we can use to hold this sucker, now is the time to use it. Take whatever you have, get over to the courthouse and see if you can get a No Bail Warrant out of Judge Palmer.

Shit, is this enough?



It's going to have to be.



How far is the courthouse?

It's that big building right across from the prison.

Convenient!



Really? Even now?

Especially now, when I can't afford to have a flat tire.



What is Judge Palmer like?

Tough, but fair.



So she's going to rip you a new one.

Not this time. He gave a false name and was already wanted for murder. He's clearly a flight risk.



What if she doesn't see it that way?



She will. We'll make sure of it.



Not even any benches? Harsh.



I need to see the judge!

A clerk posted:

I'm sorry, but Judge Kim Palmer's court is presently in session.



A clearly annoyed clerk posted:

I can only interrupt a court in session for an extreme emergency!



An even further annoyed clerk posted:

Please wait a moment. I'll send a message with the bailiff.



Try not to offend the judge, alright? A contempt charge is not on my to-do list today.

Don't worry, it'll be fine. You won't get more than a few days, max.

...

Kidding. Sort of. Not really. But let's not dwell on that. Is this really an emergency?

You want him getting out?

No, but it's not like something's on fire.

He's just going to disappear and murder more people unless we get him now. Speaking of which, where IS that clerk?

He IS taking an awful long time.



Thank you.

Let's go see Judge Judy!



Not much like Judge Judy posted:

Judge Palmer strikes the gavel, "Silence. I will consider Mr. Bonds' request."

"Mr. Bonds, you may approach the bench."




Very Serious Courtroom posted:

"Mr. Bonds, who, or what, is this warrant for?" says the judge.

The inside of some very sexy judicial robes! Awwww, yeah.

Mr. So-called Marvin Hoffman, ma'am. I have these two documents you might find interesting.





Calm down, Sonny. This is some good stuff.



Tell her about the nipple. I'll try not to giggle too much. Hee. Nipple.

There's nothing funny about this guy! It's a straightforward case of an identifying mark on a suspect and I'm talking to a judge. Now, for the last time, shut up!



Oh, come ON.

VERY Serious Courtroom posted:

The Judge attempts to stifle her giggles, but fails. Judge Palmer whispers softly to you, "Well, Mr. Bonds, it appears your friend 'has his tit caught in the wringer!'"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

.......



VERY SERIOUS COURTROOM posted:

"Here is a No Bail Warrant, issued in the name of Jason Taselli, alias Marvin Hoffman."

Thank you. Your honor.



Aww, Sonny, don't be upset just because she has a sense of humor.



Sometimes you have to laugh about things, even serious ones. Otherwise you'll go nuts.



Come on, Sonny, nipples are funny. It's not that bad.

Yes. Yes, it is.



Oh, let's just go bust our friend. That will make you feel better.

I guess.



Hey, we already busted him, so now we're DOUBLE-busting him. That has to count for something.

Heh.




Jailhouse Polka posted:

The jailer seethes, "I hope you know, Bonds, at this very moment Hoffman's lawyer is in the front reception area, bailing that worm out."

Not anymore. Take him this warrant.

The happiest man in the world posted:

You hand the jailer the No Bail Warrant just in time to keep Mr. Taselli from returning to the streets.

"Oh, man! This is great, Sonny," the jailer laughs. "I hope you know this will slam the ol' boy's orifice shut."

"I'll be right back. This is gonna blow his attorney's mind!"




I guess that helped a little.

Well, let's see what he says when he comes back.



The happiest man in the world posted:

"Boy, that made my day, Sonny! You should have seen the guy. He started ranting and raving like a little kid who just had his lollipop taken away!"

Eh? Eh?

But I didn't get to see it.

Oh, wait, I know. Come over here.



You know something, Pig? All you're doing is slightly delaying my exit!

Aww, look at him rant.



You're right. That does make it all worthwhile.


Next time on Police Quest: Sunday in the Park with Sonny!

It isn't Sunday.

How in the hell could we even tell?