https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pf-DrTNK_T4

Detective Conrad – Red

Detective Brooks – Black

Casey Clarkson Top 40 DJ – Blue

Detective Brooks and Conrad enter the scene

So this is how the other side lives. Why don’t I have floors like this?

Maybe because you don’t have that golden radio voice. You’re more like aluminum foil.

Says the gal whose voice sounds like a dead cat in a tin can.

Your wife says that too Brooks? We have more in common than I thought.

Ha, I guess it’s just as well. This face was made for TV anyway. 

Detectives, I’m so glad you could come on short notice.

Well, it’s not every day the voice of American Top 40 calls us about a body.

Hey, I am just as shocked as you are. When I came back from vacation in the Bahamas, the last thing I was expecting was this.

You go out there often?

Oh yeah, I own a little cabana out there by the ocean.

I need to get me one of those. But hard to do on my salary. Where’s the body?

In the bathtub.

All right, let’s take a look.

Hellos

Not now. We’re working the case.

We’ll talk to you when it’s time.

Can you believe it? Casey fucking Clarkson in the flesh.

Damn. The guy’s floors are so clean they could disinfect a turd.

walk to body

You know Mr. Clarkson, now may not be the place for this, but I was wondering if you could make a dedication on air to my wife.
Her name’s Cindi with an I. From Detective Brooks in narcotics.
I was thinking maybe you could pick the song too. Something those romantic types like.

see body and blood

You didn’t tell us about the blood.

Well, it’s like I told you, I just got here. I lent this apartment to one of my dedicated listeners.

forcegreet

I guess that’s you then. So what happened here? Whose blood is that on the ground?

I have no idea. For all I know, Casey killed this chem fiend.
So you’re saying he was here when the guy died? Looks like you and Top 40 need to get your stories straight.

It’s my blood. I cut myself shaving and never cleaned it up.
That’s a lot of blood for a shaving nick. What were you using, a chainsaw?

Does it matter whose blood it is? The guy overdosed on chems. He probably cut himself too.
Yeah, we’ll have to see what the coroner says.
I’m not gonna put words in his mouth, but after seeing this blood, I can sure as hell read his lips.

My friend wasn’t himself. He was trying to take his own life any way he could.
So he cuts himself, but when that isn’t fast enough, he pops a few chems. I guess that makes sense.

I think we just need help understanding the timeline here. So Casey lent you his apartment. Why?

He didn’t lend me anything. That was a lie he made up so I’d cover his tracks.
I’d be careful saying stuff like that. Casey’s an American icon.
All right, but let’s say you’re just visiting. What’s your relation to the deceased?

Casey was touched by a dedication I made to my dog Chuckles.
The dedications are great, aren’t they? Best part of the show if you ask me.
So he lent you his apartment, and you brought a friend over. Who is he?

Financially speaking, it’s in both our best interests to make sure Casey gets out of this clean.
I getcha. One hand washes the other, am I right?
But I need a little more on this chem fiend here. Who is he to you?

I am not saying a thing until I speak to my lawyer.
All right, if you wanna do it that way, you can.
But I’m on your side here. I don’t wanna see an American icon like Casey Clarkson catch a bad rap.
So just tell me who this mook is, and I’ll make sure baby duck is right behind mama. (as in, our ducks are in a row)

Lawyer. Now.
Fine. Have it your way then.

It’s like Casey said. He’s a friend I brought over. I didn’t know he had chems.
Sorry to hear it. I had a friend from high school who got hooked on China White.
Damn shame what chems will do to you.

He’s a stranger. He was dead in the tub when Casey showed him to me.
So you just walked right into the home of one America’s most well known celebrities?
You can see how that story doesn’t make much sense. It’s better if you just tell the truth.

Shit, as long as I’m getting paid, he’s whoever Casey says he is. 
Now you’re speaking my language. My partner might need a little massaging though, so try and be a little more subtle.

Detective Conrad summons Brooks to talk in private

Brooks, I want to talk to you for a second.

Yes ma’am.

cops return, 

I’m afraid we’re gonna have to take you down to the station Casey.

Why? I’ve told you everything I know.

You have, but there’s some inconsistencies with your story. For one, I don’t see any evidence of chem use.

With all due respect officer, my friend here saw the man using. Why don’t you check the body again?

All right, fine.

casey attacks, brooks survives

Jesus! What the fuck was he thinking?

He was trying to save his career.
Shit, I would’ve taken care of him for a few dollars under the table. But instead he goes and does this.
And my partner…Christ…killed by Casey fucking Clarkson. How the hell am I gonna explain that to the chief?
(Sigh) In any case, you better go. The less I have to wrap my head around, the better.

And he nearly killed my partner too! How the fuck am I gonna explain this to the chief?

I guess he won’t be doing any more dedications.
You’re right. And that makes me a dead man.
Because America’s gonna fucking lynch me when they find out I helped kill off the golden age of radio.

He was thinking about what song would best commemorate Detective Conrad’s death.
That’s not funny. I just watched my partner get attacked by an American icon!
What the fuck am I gonna tell the chief?

I don’t know and I don’t care.
Wrong place, wrong time, huh. Looks like you were just as surprised as I was when he drew that weapon.
I don’t know how I’m gonna explain this to the boys back at the station.

Okay, but I need to ask you a question. How do I get out of here?
Easy, you just walk out the front door and…shit…it must be the shock because I’m having trouble remembering.
That’s the second time that’s happened to me this week.

What was the first time?
Well, the other day I found this key in my jacket. Never seen it before in my entire life.
I tried it on every lock in the house and the station, and nothing.
Here, you take it. Maybe you can figure out what it’s for. After tonight, the less mystery in my life, the better.

Fuck, what am I gonna tell my wife? I was supposed to get his autograph, not shoot him dead.

 

Holy shit! I just shot Casey Clarkson! 

It was self-defense.
Tell that to the rest of America. Fuck me, this is gonna be one hell of a shitstorm.

Teenagers from here to Topeka will mourn his death.
Including my daughter. It doesn’t help that I told her Casey Clarkson was a sentimental hack.
(Sigh) Lucy’s never gonna forgive me for this.

I was never a fan of Top 40 music anyway.
You’re not the only one. I couldn’t stand the guy, and this is before I knew he was a fucking murderer.
But it’s gonna be hard to convince anyone else of that fact.

Big deal. It’s not like it was someone important, like Three Dog.
Three Dog? Never heard of him. But I admit, I don’t really follow music much anymore.
But I can’t say the same for the rest of America. Fuck me, this is gonna be one hell of a shitstorm.

Thanks for the assist. I probably wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for you.

We’ll take care of things from here. I think it’s pretty clear who’s responsible for all of this.

The shit’s gonna hit the fan pretty hard once word gets out. Casey fucking Clarkson. Who would’ve thunk.

 

If player plants drugs.

Huh.

What is it?

Well, I must be getting sloppy. I owe you an apology, Top 40. This guy was definitely loading up.

Hey, don’t even sweat it. Mistakes happen. What’s important is someone’s family just lost someone they love.

You gonna make a dedication on air?

Of course. Even chem fiends have families. When you ID the man, just let me know who his mother is, and I’ll take care of the rest.

You’re a good man Casey. A bonafide institution.

No, detective. I’m just doing what any good American would do.

 if player fakes planting drugs

Sorry Casey, I don’t see anything. And you still haven’t explained the blood.

You can’t do this. I’m Casey fucking Clarkson! I’m the voice of Top 40 radio!

You’re also under arrest.

Over my dead body you dirty fucking pinko!