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Eureka!/GSM1
GSM's Organizer
- CASE NAME: Turnabout Amateur
- CASE DESCRIPTION: An FBI agent shot in the head at the resteraunt, "The Pump", but no criminal in site. Rookie detective GSM Ross has been sent to the crime scene, where professional detective, Herbert Profsky is waiting. Can GSM handle this?
- VICTIM: Jonathon Thrails
- DETECTIVE IN CHARGE: Herbert Profsky, accompanied by GSM Ross.
- WITNESSES: Herbert Profsky, Nick Willems, Adam.
- KILLER: Herbert Profsky
Case Solved
Evidence
- Detective's badge - My detective's badge. I get nervous just touching it, so I just keep it in my pocket.
- Gun - A normal looking shotgun left near the victim's feet. Ballistic markings prove that this fired the bullet which killed the victim. No fingerprints.
- Glove: - White glove. In front of victim.
- Body notes: - Victim shot, sprawled out over the table
- Killer's chair - Knocked over in a forward position.
Transcript
{Open to a table at resteraunt, The Pump. Two men are sitting at the table, but they're covered in shadow. Their conversation is only heard in bits and pieces}
MAN 1: Look... I know it's you-... so just surre-... and it'll all be over.
MAN 2: ...Hmph... fine deduc-... but I'm afraid I can't let this-... -eputation is at stake, after all.
MAN 1: I am so-... I need to report this... now plea-... -on't give me any trouble.
MAN 2: Heh... no trouble? ...Sorry, but if you didn't want any trouble- ...Now... I believe your services have ended...
MAN 1: W-wha-
{BANG!}
{A flash covers the scene. When it fades, it shows a single gloved hand holding a gun, still smoking from the shot}
MAN 2: {Offscreen, only hand is shown} Like I said... my reputation means everything to me.
{Fade to black. Fade back in a few moments later, to show GSM Ross standing in front of The Push, which is surrounded by police tape}
GSM: Okay, Ross... deep breathes... deep, deeeeep breathes. {Thinking: My name is GSM Ross. I'm a detective... I'm pretty new at the job, explaining why I'm so nervous. In fact, this is my first investigation! A veteran detective is already waiting inside. He'll be monitoring me today, and... well... he's kind of a jerk. But he's the best detective in town! Maybe even in the state!} Okay, here I go. {Starts walking towards the enterance}
{Fade out. Fade in again. The resteraunt is in a semi-chaotic state. Yellow tape is surrounding a small table. The victim's body is collapsed on the table, arms sprawled out. Across from him is a white glove on the table, while a chair is knocked down in front. A waiter is being questioned in the corner of the room}
GSM:: Aw, jeez! {Thinking: Okay, GSM. Get a hold of yourself! Don't get so nervous now! You've been training for this for weeks!} I... I...! ...I can't do this!
???: {Offscreen} Pffft! I knew it! They've got a lot of nerve, sending you on a big boy's mission!
GSM: O-... oh! I-inspector Profsky!
{A gruff looking man walks in. He has gray hair, complete with manly 'stauche. He's wearing a dark blue coat, several badges on it.}
PROFSKY: Thats Detective Profsky to you, newbie!
GSM: {Gulps} Y-yes sir... {Thinking: Like I said, this is detective Herbert Profsky, the best detective there is. Anyway, as I said earlier, he's... well... sort of a jerk. But I guess he gets the job done. Nothing wrong with being a little rough around the edges, right?}
PROFSKY: {Frustrated} Hey, newbie! Stop self-monoluging and get to work! {Grumbling} I can't believe the agency did this to me... this has gotta be some kind of sick joke...
GSM: Er... anyway, d-do I... start looking at the murde-
PROFSKY: Ahahaha! The murder scene!? You really don't have an idea what you're doing, do you?
GSM: I... guess not?
PROFSKY: {Sighs} Look... just talk to some witnesses, find out whats going on. Look, see the fruit over there? {Motions to the waiter in the corner} The name's Adam... he was there at the time. Why don't you go ask him about it?
GSM: Y-yes sir! Got it! {Walks over to Adam} ...Uh, e-excuse me, sir...
ADAM: ...Hi...Did...{whispering} Sammy send you over here?
GSM: ...E-excuse me?
ADAM: {blushing} Oh, oh, um, pardon me. I thought you were someone else. So, what do you need?
GSM: Oh, well, I'm GSM Ross... detective. I'm here to find out what you know about the murder.
ADAM: Oh, OK. Well, I didn't catch much myself, but I do recall that there was originally only one person there. I asked to wait him and then he said he had "an obligation to fulfill". He I saw him come in to the resteraunt, he was riding in this nice looking Limo.
{Adam's pocket vibrates.}
ADAM: Oop, that's my friend Sammy I bet. I'm going to take this. Y'know, if you want more information, find Nick. He was working as the door-greeter at the time, but I think he's busy in the kitchen. He does a lot around here, and he was on the floor longer.
GSM: Hm... Nick, he said? Better check the kitchen.
{Cut to the kitchen of The Push. Nick is in there, washing dishes rather busily. GSM walks in}
GSM: Er, excuse me. Sir?
NICK: {Cowers} Aah, don't shoot me!
GSM: {Startled} Ah! D-don't worry! I-I'm not gonna shoot you!
NICK: Sorry. I just thought that with the awful criminal justice department this city has that the shooter'd still be on the loose. Say, what are you doing here anyways?
GSM: Ah, let me introduce myself. GSM Ross, detective. I'm here to gather some info on the murder. Mr Profsky was here when it occurred, but he didn't see the shooter. I asked one of your co-workers, but he claims to not have seen it either. He told me that you were the greeter, so I figured you'd know who came in and out.
NICK: Yes...Well, we try not to say no to a customer here, and how could I say no to a guy like him? He was big, tall, kinda tan, bald, dressed well, and he even came out of a limo with the initials "R.C." on the back plates. The guy who came in afterwards seemed absolutely normal, he was just a punk guy. But I bet he was probably on drugs.
{Nick stops washing dishes and wipes his hands.}
NICK: Anyways, they sit down at the booth, and the punk guy just sits there with his head held low the entire time. All of a sudden, bang. The punk guy dead. And in one shot. It wasn't until afterwards I saw the badge in the punk guy's hands. Turns out he worked for the FBI. Some fat lady screamed and tried to call 911, but the big guy escaped in time.
GSM: Hm... so, like everybody else, you didn't see the exact moment of the shooting?
NICK: No, but the fat lady did say she heard a part of the conversation they had before the shooting.
GSM: Really? Where is this... ahem... "Fat lady"?
NICK: I think she had a heart attack due to the shock. No matter! I bet the security camera footage has it all. And guess who has the keys to the Janitor's Closet, where the security equipment is?
GSM: ...You?
NICK: Leeeeeeeet's just go get the tape.
{Nick and GSM walk to the Janitor's Closet. Nick inserts the key and opens the door slightly, then pokes his eye in. Almost instantly, he draws his head back and shuts the door.}
NICK: We can't go in there.
GSM: W-what? Why?
NICK: The Janitor...uh...puked in there.
{Nick looks down and notices he's wearing his "Janitor" pin. He quickly removes it.}
GSM: ...Wait, what was-
NICK: LOOK WE CAN'T GO IN THERE NOW COME BACK IN ABOUT 25 MINUTES.
GSM: Fine, fine! Jeez... {Thinking: Well, better go report my new info to Detective Profsky...}
{GSM walks out of the kitchen and over to Profsky}
PROFSKY: Alright, newbie! Report!
GSM: Y-yes sir!
{One explanation I don't wanna write later...}
PROFSKY: Hmph... big guy, eh?
GSM: Yeah. ...Sir? Are you alright? You're acting kind of quiet?
PROFSKY: ...Ah. No. Nothing. Well, enough jibber jabber. I think you've just about earned your right to look at the scene.
GSM: Oh! T-thank you-
PROFSKY: Hmph! You stutter too much. Just start the investigation.
GSM: Yes sir...
{GSM walks over to the body. The victim is sprawled out on the table, untouched. The chair in front of him is knocked down. A glove is on the table, while a gun is next to the victim's chair}
GSM: Ah, JEEZ! {Thinking: Getting nervous again...}
PROFSKY: Get a grip, already!
GSM: {Take a deep breath} O-okay... here goes nothing!
{Examine: Victim}
PROFSKY: We did a background check, y'know.
GSM: Really? And...?
PROFSKY: Nothing. We couldn't find any info about the guy.
GSM: Seriously? {Thinking: But Nick said...}
{Examine: Glove}
PROFSKY: I came to the conclusion that whoever killed him was wearing this white glove.
GSM: How do you know?
PROFSKY: Why else would a glove be where the killer was sitting, newbie!?
GSM: G-good point...
Gun added to Organizer
{Examine: Victim's hand}
GSM: ...Weird. His hand is empty
PROFSKY: So what?
GSM: So... {Dives into deep thought} {Thinking: Lets see here... even a pro like Detective Profsky couldn't find anything. And Nick said the victim was holding an FBI badge, but there isn't anything in his hand. So, that must mean...} Eureka!
PROFSKY: The hell...?
GSM: You said you couldn't find out anything about the victim?
PROFSKY: Yeah, so what?
GSM: So, Nick said there was a badge in his hand, but it's clearly empty. That can only mean... the killer hid the badge!
PROFSKY: ...
GSM: ...Dete-
PROFSKY: Oh! Uh, yes. Fine job, newbie. Fine job. ...Anyway, we've looked at all there is. Newbie.
GSM: Yeah?
PROFSKY: Go get this Nick fellow. Now.
GSM: Y-yes sir! {Runs off}
{Cut to the Kitchen. Nick is mopping.}
NICK: I hope they're done in there by now.
GSM: {Walks in} Excuse me? Nick, was it?
NICK: Hmm, Oh? It's you again. Look, I wanted to apologize for earlier, and I...cleaned up the mess...and got the tape for you.
GSM: Oh! Thanks! I'll go take a look. By the way, Detective Profsky wants to see you. He's waiting out there.
NICK: Oh, sure. Can you bring me to him?
GSM: Well... okay.
{Cut back to the resteraunt. GSM walks out of the kitchen, Nick behind.}
GSM: Here he is, sir?
PROFSKY: Ah, thanks, newbie. Now, why don't you go wrap up your investigation.
GSM: Yes sir! {Runs off}
PROFSKY: Over here, Mr Willems. I have something I wish to tell you...
NICK: Well, sure. But what?
{Cut to GSM. He walks into the janitor's office. He stands in front of the security monitors}
GSM: Okay, the tape is in... now, time to figure out the truth.
{Monitor: The bald man and the victim are at a table. They appear to be talking}
GSM: Aha! Just as Nick said! Now... the moment where-
{Monitor: The bald man stretches his arm across the table, shaking his hand. He motions to the table behind the victim. They both nod and the bald man walks off.}
GSM: Wait, what!? ...If he didn't do it... who did!? ...Wait, who was he pointing to? {Starts pushing buttons on the VCR.} If I zoom out, and rearrange the shot, then...
{GSM, after rearranging the shot, looks at monitor. He lets out a gasp}
GSM: WHAT THE!? ...H-how... that can't be!
{Cut to the resteraunt. GSM runs out of the kitchen}
GSM: S-SI-
PROFSKY: You heard me, Willems! You are hereby under arrest for murder!
NICK: WHAT!?! Why?
PROFSKY: Look, its obvious! Don't play dumb! Me and the newbie here did a full investigation and all signs point to you. You'll hear about those signs... in court! {Pulls out pair of handcuffs} Now, stay calm and lets go!
{Fade to black}
PROFSKY: What the-
{Cut back to the resteraunt. GSM is boldly pointing his finger}
PROFSKY: Newbie!?
NICK: What was that giant sign and where did it go?
GSM: I-... I can't let you do that, detective!
PROFSKY: What the- oh, just keep your nose outta' this, rookie!
GSM: Just... I think you should give me an explanation! Why? Why Nick?
PROFSKY: {Groans} Fine... you should've seen this yourself, but I guess thats why you're such a rookie! Anyway, fine. If you really want me to, I will. This is why only this waiter could have done it!
ARGUMENT
PROFSKY: Listen good, cause this is the only time I'll say it. Willims is the only one who could have done it. He claims there was a big, bald guy here but no evidence proves that! He said the victim was an FBI agent, but wheres the badge! Simple! He hid it, like coward he is! Also, see this white glove? This is what all the waiters here wear. And since he's the only one who saw them, its obvious that he sat in front of him and shot him dead!
END ARGUMENT
PROFSKY: See?
GSM: Hm... on the surface... that's actually... {Nervous}' a-a pretty sensible explanation...
NICK: But what would I get out of killing some random person?
PROFSKY: Motive? Ha! Who cares? That'll be settled in court. For now, it's impossible for anybody else to have done it and my explanation proves it! Now, let's-
GSM: Wait!
PROFSKY: Gr... what, newbie!?
GSM: J-...just let me go through all that, okay?
PROFSKY: What? Why!?
GSM: I just want some confirmation!
PROFSKY: ...Fine! Go ahead, prod all you want! But thats the only way it could have went down!
REBUTTAL
PROFSKY: Willims is the only one who could have done it. He claims there was a big, bald guy here but no evidence proves that! He said the victim was an FBI agent, but wheres the badge! Simple! He hid it, like coward he is! Also, see this white glove? This is what all the waiters here wear. And since he's the only one who saw them, its obvious that he sat in front of him and shot him dead!
GSM: So, wait... you said that Nick sat down and shot him from the front? Is that right?
PROFSKY: Yeah... what of it?
GSM: Well, that sounds kind of... imposssible.
PROFSKY: Hmph. Oh yeah!? How? You're just running your mouth. You can't find anything wrong!
GSM: You see, the victim was laying across the table, right?
PROFSKY: Yeah, yeah... so what?
GSM: So... if he was shot from the front... he would be on the ground, not on the table!
PROFSKY: G-gyah!
NICK: Wait...if the video footage showed the big guy didn't shoot him, then maybe...the killer was in the booth behind the FBI agent. And the only person who sat there was...
GSM: Yep... I really hate to admit but it's true...
PROFSKY: W-what are you...!?
GSM: Herbert Profsky... {Points finger} You killed the FBI agent!
PROFSKY: Wha... WHAAAT!?
NICK: It all makes sense. Barring the fat lady, he was the only one in here at the time. But, why would he do it?
PROFSKY: ...Ha! Yeah! Thanks for pointing it out, killer! Your little murdering friend is right. No motive! Look, I'll even go into detail for you!
ARGUMENT
PROFSKY: Like the waiter said, I have no motive for killing an FBI agent! I didn't even notice the guy when he walked in. If you seem so eager to paint me as a killer, then prove it!
END ARGUMENT
GSM: Hm... looks like what he wants is solid proof that he did it.
NICK: Hey, Profsky? What were you doing here earlier?
PROFSKY: Me? Just sitting at a chair, drinkin' a cup of joe. {Sarcastically} How suspicious! Drinking coffee! Lock me up and throw away the key!
GSM: {Thinking: Grr... this guy's starting to piss me off! This oughta' shut him up!}
REBUTTAL
PROFSKY: Like the waiter said, I have no motive for killing an FBI agent! I didn't even notice the guy when he walked in. If you seem so eager to paint me as a killer, then prove it!
GSM: Proof?
PROFSKY: Yeah, proof! And I know for a fact you-
GSM: {Smirk} -Have some right here!
PROFSKY: What!?
GSM: You said Nick shot him from the front, right? Well, not only do I have proof he didn't... I have proof you did!
GSM: Now... we both know there are no fingerprints on the gun.
PROFSKY: Yeah! Because Willins was wearing glove!
GSM: That can't be true! Because... I already proved he wasn't in front of the victim. So why would a glove, larger then those the waiters wear, be in front of the victim? Oh, and by the way... I just noticed... you wear white gloves on a regular basis!
PROFSKY: N-NO!
NICK: Good one, but what I was getting at was how he's paying to waste time in here all day. This isn't the first time this week he's been here. What I'm led to believe is that...maybe...he's not on the force...It gives him all of this time off...he probably has a hefty pension...he's got his whole life to do anything he wants.
PROFSKY: Mmph... I am the highest ranking detective. I-I just get a lot of time off. T-thats all.
GSM: It's true. He is on the force... but you just might be on to something. Why does he spend all his free time in a random resteraunt?
PROFSKY: Grr... to the point... th-that glove doesn't prove anything!
ARGUMENT
PROFSKY: Gonna make this short, so listen and listen good! Accusing somebody of murder just because of gloves is ridiculous. You need solid proof! UNDENIABLE proof! So, show me! Show me what you're gonna pull out of your ass this time!
ARGUMENT OVER
GSM: ...Proof you want... proof you get!
PROFSKY: Well, well! Come on, newbie! Put your money where your mouth is! Let's go!
GSM: Fine. As you wish!
REBUTTAL
PROFSKY: Gonna make this short, so listen and listen good! Accusing somebody of murder just because of gloves is ridiculous. You need solid proof! UNDENIABLE proof! So, show me! Show me what you're gonna pull out of your ass this time!
GSM: This gun... don't you think it's a little too close to the victim?
PROFSKY: Nyerk!
GSM: Now, lets say Nick really did kill him. If he did, the gun wouldn't be next to the victim! It would be next to the killer's seat!
PROFSKY: Graaa... ahahaha!
GSM: ...Oh, don't tell me...
PROFSKY: Heh... you really are fresh meat. You overlooked an obvious contradiction!
GSM: O-oh yeah!? Well, what is it!?
PROFSKY: So far, you proved the FBI agent was shot from behind. But... you still have shown me anything that it was me who did it!
GSM: GAH!
{In this time, Nick has silently hobbled over to the table to examine it for clues.}
NICK: That doesn't mean there isn't any!
PROFSKY: Hate to break to ya', killer, but there aren't more clues there... because you erased them! Now come on, I ain't got all day! You're taking a little trip... {Starts approaching Nick}
GSM: {No... I know Nick didn't do it. It had to be Profsky! But... is there a really can prove it. ...Wait! I still haven't shown Profsky it yet! But, wait. What will that- EUREKA!} HOLD IT!
PROFSKY: Heh. Sorry, newbie. But nothings gonna stop me now! Unless you have that final evidence- which you don't- then I'm taking this murderer to the bighouse!
GSM: Well... it just so happens I do!
PROFSKY: HA! I know you're bluffing, but it's too late now! Show me this evidence or you're offa' the force for harrasment!
GSM: {Thinking: Alright, Profsky. Time to wipe that smug look off of your face!}
PROFSKY: ... A tape? THATS your evidence? ...Ahahahaha! You really are an idiot, aren't you?
GSM: Detective... do you know what this tape is?
PROFSKY: Oh, like I care. But whatever. Enlighten me.
GSM: This... is security footage.
PROFSKY: {His smile slowly vanishes. He starts sweating slightly} ...F-footage?
GSM: Yes. Footage of the resteraunt. And I'll have you know that Nick doesn't enter the frame once!
PROFSKY: Mmph...
GSM: But this tape also shows the bald man in question visiting the table... and doing nothing.
PROFSKY: Grrr...
GSM: But! The bald man is seen pointing to the the table behind the victim. And the person behind that seat... WAS YOU!
GSM: Only you could have done it... ex-detective, HERBERT PROFSKY!
{Music pauses for a moment.}
PROFSKY: {Hunches over, arms shielded over face} N-n... {Slowly rises} Nnnn... {Suddenly throws arms open, screaming, as the song starts to play again} NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! {All his medals fall off}
{Fade out. Fade back in. Nick and GSM are standing in the resteraunt, as a police car pulls away}
NICK: Thanks for that back there, G. That guy was crazy!
GSM: Yeah... I never would've guessed he had that side to him. I still wish I knew why. Why he did he kill that man?
NICK: Assuming he WAS getting a disability claim or a pension, they would've tried to bring him down in a large sting operation. The agent he killed probably got too close for comfort. And I bet the big guy had some importance in that, too.
GSM: {Thinking: I have to wonder... is that really all there is too it? Or was the Profsky involved in something much... darker?}
{Fade to black}
GSM: {Voiceover} Well, that was the end of my first case. I never would've guessed that it would be that big. Me, a brand new detective, getting a proffesional arrested for murder! If only I knew... that case would be the start of one of the biggest mysteries of all...}
The end
