Update 3: Ballistics for Dipshits
: Welcome back to Police Quest: Open Season, where it’s time for glitchy plot flags and an even glitchier action sequence. This screen is one screen to the east of where we started the game.
: If we try talking to the girl, she runs away and we have to reload the screen. Daryl Gates had such a way with kids… no, really, he did. Did you know he once called for his own son to be killed?
: Daryl Gates has a son named Lowell Scott Gates, who was arrested several times for drug possession from the late 70s to as recently as 2004.
: In September of 1990, Gates appeared before Congress and told them that drug users “ought to be shot”. By this point, he knew his son was a drug addict.
: He then tried to backpedal and said that only “casual users” should be shot and that his son should be exempt because his son was a long-time addict and “had already shot himself”. (Note: Lowell Gates did not actually shoot himself).
"He must have been smoking some pretty bad stuff." - LA City Council Member Zev Yaroslavsky, on Daryl Gates’s proposal to shoot drug users.
: We first need to use the badge on her. Why this wouldn’t make her run away faster than if you don’t show her the badge, I have no idea.
: We then have to give her the apple we got from the store, because… honestly, I don’t know. My guess is that Daryl Gates probably thought eating fruit stops people from joining gangs.
: Giving the apple to the girl causes Bernadette Washington to show up on her front steps. LaSondra is the girl we just passed by - she has dialog, but it’s mostly her telling us her name.
: We need to show Bernadette Carey’s badge, and then give her the envelope.
: “I’m Detective Carey, LAPD, Homicide. May I have a moment of your time?”
: “Yes, Detective, what is it?”
: “Mrs. Washington, these are the items found on Bobby’s person the night he was killed. I’m so sorry, ma’am.”
: “Thank you…”
: We then need to reload the screen to talk to Bernadette.
: “Mrs. Washington, I have reason to believe that a young man by the name of Ragtopp Spiff might be involved with your son’s murder. Does his name sound familiar?”
: I like to think this is a different Raymond Jones from the one we met. It’s his evil cousin, Raymond Jones the Twice Removed.
: The rest of her dialog is about 10 textboxes of shit we already know, so I’ll skip it. There is one more thing we can do here, but for some reason I could not get it to trigger without going to our next destination first.
: Our next destination is Hickman’s house, which… what the fuck is this architecture? It looks like it has a tumor.
: You know, I wasn’t sure if this was a real photo they had compressed or not, and… yeah, this kinda looks like a real photo. I sure hope someone put this house out of its misery since then.
: Nothing creepy about that.
: “Hi, Valerie. How are you doing?”
: This part feels like it was supposed to be different at an earlier stage of development. We have to sit here for a good 20 seconds or so without being able to do anything.
: My guess is that originally, you were supposed to sneak into the hall closet before Hickman’s wife comes downstairs. By the way, can you see where that is? I sure as hell couldn’t. If you follow a straight line from Carey’s eyes, it’s that little sliver of a slightly different shade of white sticking out of the left side of the doorway.
: I can’t capture it properly because of DOSBox, but there’s this really weird speed issue that makes Hickman’s wife poke her head out from the doorway and then teleport into the sitting position.
: “Hi, John, thanks for coming over.”
: “How are you, Katherine?”
: “I don’t know… I can’t believe this has happened. It’s like a nightmare. I keep hoping I’ll wake up and Bob will be alive.”
: “Thank you, John… is his wedding band included?”
: “I didn’t open it, Katherine. I don’t know.”
: The evidence guy probably sold it to buy coke.
: “John, this was Bob’s Kevlar vest. I’d like you to have it… maybe it will keep you safe.”
: I looked this up because it sounded ridiculous that an LAPD detective wouldn’t have body armor issued to them, but wasn’t able to find any legit sources on it.
: Also, I’m pretty sure body armor is bigger than that.
: “Thank you, Katherine.”
: “I suppose so, John… I, I just can’t believe this is happening. I don’t know what to do…”
: “Katherine, Bob’s gun was not found at the scene. Is it here? Do you know if he had it with him the night he went out?”
: Holy fuck, how dumb is Carey? Yeah, I’m sure Hickman went out in full uniform, took his holster and left his gun home.
: “His gun isn’t here. I already looked. Bob’s captain already asked about it.”
: “Katherine, the department is aware of the fact that Bob was taking sedatives to combat work-related stress. Do you think that Bob could have been abusing those medications?”
: “John, how could you say that about Bob! I’m sorry… I, I can’t talk about this right now…”
: “Valerie, do you understand what’s happened?”
: “You know, Val, you always have your Uncle John if you need anything, right? Valerie, can you remember anything that happened the night your dad went out and didn’t come home?”
: Has anyone else noticed that every time anyone speaks in this game, they always call out by name who they’re speaking to? That’s because Ken Williams thinks you’re a moron.
"Our players don’t read the New York Times." - Ken Williams
: “Was your dad bringing a lot of work home, Val?”
: This unlocks our ability to finally search the closet.
: It’s a good thing those are prescription, or else Carey would have to give Valerie a juice cleanse. Just this absolute dipshit of a detective chasing a little girl and screaming “YOU HAVE TO EAT ALL THE APPLES”.
: For some reason, getting the bulletproof vest makes LaSondra move to this screen, where we can now question her.
: “Do you wanna know a secret? I seen a real pretty lady in the alley. I seen her when my brother was dead.”
: We need to ask her all three of these questions, so I’ll go from the top.
: “What was this lady doing, LaSondra?”
: “She was smoking.”
: “LaSondra, what did this lady look like?”
: “She was pretty. And she had pretty clothes!”
: “What was she wearing, LaSondra?”
: “A pretty red dress.”
: I have to wonder if the whole “saying the person’s name every line” thing was some intern fucking up when transcribing the script because Sierra’s usual person refused to work on this game.
: After using the notebook on LaSondra, we’re all done and can go back to Parker Center.
: We have to use Carey’s ID card on him to enter the building, which I again remind you would not happen this way because Parker Center had an underground parking garage.
: The real reason you’d probably need the ID card is for a door access control system where you swipe your card to get in.
: One riveting elevator ride later and we’re in the basement to do even more pointless busy work.
: We need to use two items here, the glue and the pills from Hickman’s coat. You can use them in either order.
: “Chester, I’d like you to take a look at this and see if you can match it to the glue found in Hickman’s eyes. I purchased it in the neighborhood where Hickman was found… I know it’s a long shot.”
: I’m just gonna go ahead and say this is total bullshit and there’s no way the police can do this. 90% of forensics is total jangly key man bullshit.
: In fact, I’ve got a story about this because of course I do. When I was a kid, all of my science teachers would talk about Dr. Henry Lee, who at the time was a big shot in the world of forensics.
: Dr. Lee lives in (and has lived in, for a long time) Connecticut, and was a major point of pride for the state. The forensic science program at the University of New Haven is named after him, and I’m kind of surprised it still is.
: I found a copy of his CV from around 2010, and you can see that he quite literally wrote the book (or rather, over a dozen books) on modern forensic science. NBC 30 in Connecticut recently did an entire video series on him that appears (from what I’ve seen) to be quite good.
: Now, you might ask why NBC 30 would do a massive investigative piece on Dr. Lee… and that’s because in 2023, a federal judge found that he fabricated evidence in a murder trial from 1985 and sent two people to prison for 30 years for a crime they had nothing to do with.
: His entire career is now rightfully being questioned, and I would not be surprised if half the shit he did was entirely made up.
: Carey gets the rest back, presumably to huff for a quick high if the evidence locker runs out of cocaine.
: “Chester, I found these at Hickman’s. Apparently he was taking them regularly. Could he have overdosed on these things?”
: “Detective, these are Valium, five milligrams. Hickman weighed, what would you say, 170 pounds? Hickman would have had to take what’s left in this bottle and coupled it with something else to have killed himself. No, these didn’t have anything to do with his death.”
: I looked this up and it seems to be generally correct, but I couldn’t find any hard evidence to support it.
: We can also try to give Chester the bullets, except… she won’t take them.
: By the way, ballistics? Just as bullshit as the rest of forensics. Just wait until we get to the ballistics guy, which requires us to go to the fourth floor.
: “I’d like a ballistics test run on them.”
: “I don’t know which test, like, I don’t have another set of bullets to compare them to or a gun or anything. Just uh, run the ballistics test. You know the one. The one that proves a gang did it.”
: This, however, is not NEARLY as dumb as it gets.
: We now have to select what we want Ballistics Officer Dipshit to do with the bullets. None of this makes any goddamn sense!
: I mean, you’ve got the fact that a supposedly “trained” ballistics tech wouldn’t know what to do with bullets, plus the fact that there’s no real fail state here. These are fucking bullets! They’re not going to evaporate if they’re put in a freezer!
: When we return to Carey’s desk, the phone is ringing.
: “Yo baby, s’up? It be Emmo. You be wantin’ a piece of da action? I got the news fo’ ya… I known som’ straight up talk. Yo, baby, yo… hear me talkin’?”
: What.
: “Yes, Emmo, I’m here. Are you telling me you have information concerning last night’s murders?”
: “Straight up baby! I be waiting by the field, if you be interest’d…”
: We now get to leave Parker Center. They put a shitty filter over the daytime image of it to make it “night” because that’s how much of a shit Ken Williams gave.
: This is the point at which you want to save the game, because the next part is the first real death possibility in the game, other than I think trying to walk out of the convenience store without paying.
: We arrive, and there’s Emmo…
: And he’s dead. We’re now on a timer to do several actions in order. The first is to use the “move” action on the car.
: We’re now in cover behind the car, but if we don’t immediately put on the body armor, we die.
: Now, I’d like you to imagine for a moment that you’re in Carey’s position. You’re being shot at by two guys standing behind a prop wall like it’s Hogan’s Alley on the NES, and are behind cover.
: You have, on your person, a presumably loaded Beretta along with an entire spare magazine for it. What do you do?
: That’s right, you inch along to the back of the car to grab the shotgun in the trunk. If you don’t have the vest on, you die right here.
: For some reason, the guys behind the wall are just letting Carey casually sift through his pockets for his keys, unlock and open his trunk, and unlock the shotgun.
: Fortunately, there’s no timer on this screen, because it is a bitch and a half to get out of. I had to spam clicks until it let me out.
: At this point, you have to do an “arcade” sequence where you try to hit the guys with the shotgun. There is no hit indicator, and in fact no indication at all that you’ve done anything.
: While I get that’s realistic, it’s horrible game design. Further, you’re on a timer again AND you have a limited number of shotgun rounds.
: “So what’s it gonna be, Carey? You gonna act like a pro or a spoiled brat? Have I made a mistake in assignin’ you as lead investigator on this case?”
: “No sir, I…”
: “I’ll have you know, I’ve had dozens of calls this morning on you shovin’ that reporter yesterday! Everybody in town, from the Chief to the Mayor to outraged Joe Citizen, saw you push her.”
: Mayors are another thing Daryl Gates probably shouldn’t talk about, especially given the history the LAPD had with the mayor of LA. For most of Daryl Gates’s career, that was Tom Bradley.
: Before we get into that though, I want to talk about Gates’s predecessor, William H. Parker (for whom Parker Center was named). When Tom Bradley ran for mayor in 1969, Parker rallied the police and fire unions against him, and as a result, Tom Bradley lost.
: Now, you might think that’s entirely because Tom Bradley was Black and Parker was just as much of a racist as Daryl Gates… except that’s not the entire reason. It was also because Tom Bradley would have been harder to blackmail than the guy who won, a career politician named Sam Yorty who at the time was a Republican but had flip-flopped between both parties and was generally weak.
: And yes, I mean blackmail. I’d like to quote from Raphael Sonenshein’s book Politics in Black and White: Race and Power in Los Angeles.
"He did threaten Sam Yorty. One day Parker sent a message over with a package. And they showed that to Yorty and told him he wanted him to shut up and stop criticizing the chief and laid out all these bits of information that they had gathered on him. And we never again heard Yorty criticize Chief Parker. It was well known around City Hall. From that day forward, the day he threw that package on that desk, that was it and it shut him up." - Former LA Mayor Tom Bradley on a meeting between Yorty and Parker shortly after Yorty won the 1969 election, as recounted by Raphael Sonenshein in Politics in Black and White, Page 68
: It is fucking crazy to me that this shit was real. It’s crazy that Open Season ever existed. I mean, I can believe it, but still. This whole thing fees like some kind of alt-history fever dream.
: Tom Bradley finally won in 1973 (that picture up above is him being sworn in by Earl Warren, who would later investigate the LAPD) and immediately had enough of the LAPD’s bullshit.
: He cut the LAPD’s budget, which had skyrocketed to over 23% of the total budget for the City of Los Angeles, down to 17% - where it had been before Sam Yorty was mayor - [Source: Politics in Black and White, pp. 158-160] and re-arranging the formulas used by the police to force them to patrol areas (particularly those where people of color lived) that they had refused to patrol under Yorty.
: He also was the driving force behind Proposition F - that’s the one that would have forced Daryl Gates out of office - as well as the Christopher and Warren commissions that looked into the LAPD after the beating of Rodney King.
: “Lieutenant, it wasn’t…”
: “Besides you appearin’ uncooperative, you were downright politically incorrect! You shove one more reporter an’ the department’s gonna get slapped with a civil suit! Shovin’ anybody else, and I’m gonna give you the boot myself!”
: I’d like to point out just how unrealistic this is using examples from the Christopher Commission report. The report found that there were 44 LAPD officers with an inordinate amount of complaints of excessive force compared to the rest of the department.
[Source: Christopher Commission Report, Page 37]
: The thing is, you see that list? None of those cops were fired! Not one of them! If you were a cop in 1990s LA, Daryl Gates was going to protect you no matter what.
: “Lieutenant, I’d like to explain…”
: “Then there’s the small issue of last night’s events, Carey. Would you mind telling me what you were doing in the middle of a CRASH sting operation?”
: “Sir, I received a telephone call from a possible informant. I set up a meeting, I walked into an ambush…”
: “So it would seem, Carey, so it would seem. However, your tete-a-tete cost the department thousands of dollars and months of work! CRASH has been undercover for months on that operation! They were a fly’s hair away from bustin’ a gun runnin’ ring wide open!”
: Could this dialog be any more cliche? Also, given CRASH’s track record, merely wasting “thousands” of dollars is probably less damage than they would’ve caused had the operation gone off.
: Hell, CRASH is still killing people and wasting money over a decade after the original unit was disbanded. I’ll talk about that in a bonus update.
: “With your help, the only catch they made was that local punk, Spiff. Luckily for you, your informant, what’s his name, Emmo? What kind of name is that?.. has turned into a little songbird!”
: I’m picturing Carey looking at this guy, dead-eyed, and going “Wait, they can actually shapeshift? I thought that was just a rumor.”
: “Emmo’s sittin’ pretty in the hospital singin’ how Spiff’s the one who killed the Washington boy. Emmo contends Spiff wanted the boy to deliver guns to gang members and he wouldn’t do it.”
: More cop movie cliches. I would think that even the dumbest criminal alive wouldn’t hand a 6-year-old a gun and expect it to get anywhere near its intended destination.
: “SID is running ballstics on Spiff’s gun to see if they match the slugs taken from the dead boy. And speaking of SID, they’ve run ballistics on your firearms and they’re ready to be picked up.”
: They… ran ballistics… on Carey’s guns? What exactly would you be expecting to find there? I mean, that makes sense if you’re investigating the Rampart scandal and need to prove the CRASH unit shot the guy they said they absolutely did not shoot, but it doesn’t make any sense here.
: What really doesn’t make sense is why they’d even bother to ballistics check Carey’s fully loaded pistol and full spare magazine (keep in mind that the LAPD knows how many bullets it issues to its officers, so they’d know if any were missing) when the bodies would be full of shotgun pellets.
: “The Police Commission is gonna want to know where an’ into whom your bullets went last night. These tests are vital. Check with Chester before you head out.”
: This is Tammy Dargan making a dishonest argument. Does anyone really believe that in a situation where a cop is being shot at, unprovoked, by two guys with rifles and kills both of them that they’re not going to look at it, go “Yeah, this is pretty clearly justified” and rubber stamp it? I mean, there were even witnesses.
: Now granted, they’d probably do the same thing for a cop pulling out their gun and shooting someone at random, but that’s not really the point.
: “Thank you, Lieutenant. Sir, it would appear to me that if Spiff is found to be connected to the Washington boy’s murder, might not he also be connected to Bob’s…”
: “It doesn’t work that way, Carey. While you were out being a cowboy, another body showed. The MO is similar, very similar. Again, it’s one of our own. His name is Rene Garcia. Worked out of Hollenbeck.”
: I work on this LP in bursts, so as I’m writing this, I haven’t actually recorded the next part yet - but how much do you want to bet Yo Money is a blatant stand-in for NWA?
: “Anyways, Garcia was found by this Money man’s bodyguard. He was walkin’ a lady that’d been there for a party to her car. It was about 4:00 AM.”
: This dialog is also unrealistic because Daryl Gates would have probably used the n-word two or three times by now. Hard R, of course.
: “I want you to get over there and see what’s going on. And remember Carey, no cowboy tricks… just try and be nice, OK?”
: “God damn broads! Hey, Junior, that was quite a shoot-out last night. Heard all about it. You’re god damn lucky one of those punks didn’t blow your head off!”
: “I want ya to listen up, Junior. Playing cowboy only takes ya so far in this damn job. If ya wanna make it as long as I have, you’re gonna have to curb your appetite for action. Do ya hear me, Junior? You’re just goddam lucky you weren’t killed!”
: What we run into here is another case of bad game design. Remember how in the first update, we had to fill in one of those 3.14.0 forms and hand it to All Cops Are Bottoms?
: We have to do that again - only if you try to access Carey’s desk at this point, you get locked out of handing it in because Bottoms is “on the phone”.
: This is why we had to pick up a spare at the start of the game. I did check to see if Bottoms ever gets off the phone, and the answer is no - he’s just on the phone all day.
: Now we have to go down to the basement again to get Carey’s gun.
: “Thanks, Chester. I appreciate it.”
: “You know, Detective, Nobles and I are heading over to the Short Stop tonight for a beer. Would you care to join us?”
: I linked it in the opening post for the LP, but in case you didn’t notice it - Daryl Gates himself did a series of interview videos with Sierra that were included on the game disc. In one of them, he calls for bringing back Prohibition.
: “Are you asking me out on a date, Chester?”
: “Not in your wildest dreams, Detective.”
: There are some questions we can ask Chester, but none of them are really important so I’ll skip them.
: We then need to do the shooting range again - it is exactly the same as last time.
: Next up is Yo Money’s house. The first thing we need to do here is use the notebook on the chalk outline, and… wait a second, how the hell did they get a chalk outline like that on grass?
: Usually, sports fields use a spreader thing that uses liquid chalk - but there’s no way they could get an outline like that with one of those.
: We then need to walk up to the door. Can you tell what the object is we’re looking for on this screen?
: That’s right, it’s the bush in the bottom-right corner that has no distinguishing features to tell you “Hey, there’s an item here”.
: We now need to knock on the door. Due to a bug, we have to do things out of order.
: If we show the bodyguard our badge, he’ll shuffle us into the house, at which point we can’t talk to him again because this is a well-programmed game with no flaws whatsoever.
: Instead, we need to show him the shoe we just found.
: “So ya got a shoe. What about it?”
: “I found it in the flower bed, by the crime scene. Have you seen it before?”
: “Ya implyin’ its [sic] mine or somethin’?”
: “I’m merely asking if you’ve seen this shoe before.”
: “Well, ya put it that way, no. I ain’t seen it before… 'less of course it was on some babe’s foot.”
: “Babe’s foot? Could you clarify that for me… what babe?”
: Carey is probably enough of a dipshit that he assumes the bodyguard is talking about a baby.
: “Shi’ man… there’s so many comin’ and goin’ all day and all night… who knows their names…”
: “Do you have any idea what kind of field day the press is having with this? Do you have any idea what this is doing to record sales? A dead cop on our lawn! What the hell are you doing about it?”
: Yeah, I’m sure this is something an actual rapper would say as opposed to putting the chalk outline on their next album cover and doing a diss track on the LAPD.
: “I think you people planted that dead cop on our lawn! He probably knew something he shouldn’t, and what better way to diffuse attention than to dump him on the lawn of a ‘controversial rapper’!”
: Yes, they put “controversial rapper” in quotes like that. Let’s be real here, this is entirely about NWA.
: The cops hated NWA so much that they’d openly refuse to provide security at their concerts… which is kind of baffling when you realize that Eazy E was cozying up to their political party.
: I get that Eazy’s been dead for years and the Republicans weren’t quite the same in 1993 as they were today, but god dammit Eazy! Fuck! The GOP might as well stand for “Good Old Police”!
: “This is such bullshit! I want that yellow tape off our lawn immediately! I want the persons responsible for this to own up! If this screws sales on Money’s record, I swear, I’ll make sure some butt is kicked!”
: We have to show the shoe to Yo Money and to his… girlfriend? wife?
: “Lots a booty comin’ and goin’ around here…”
: I’m using Kaneshiro for Yo Money because I think it fits.
: “Could you clarify yourself, Money?”
: “Ladies, babes, booty… strippers. Say, man, women. We got lots of women comin’ in and outta here…”
: I refuse to believe Carey has ever had a woman visit his home. In fact, I don’t think we ever see where he lives, so my firm belief is that he sleeps under his desk in Parker Center.
: Question marks. What are those.
: “What are you saying? I’m some kind of cheap cow?! Where do you get off?!”
: “No, no, I didn’t mean to insult you. I found this in close proximity to where the body was found…”
: “Well, it’s not mine! I wouldn’t wear such a cheap piece of trash! If you’re going to insult me, you better leave now!”
: A better writer would realize that they just repeated the same exchange twice, and that we didn’t even really need this because we already have a pretty good idea of what the girlfriend is like.
: “Knock this crap off… quit calling us! Oh yeah? …Bullshit! Quit calling, do you understand?”
: “I’m Detective John Carey, LAPD, Homicide.”
: “Yo… 'sup?”
: “Money, that phone call…”
: “It’s under control. Jus’ some unfinished business, that’s all, man…”
: “This is personal business. We don’t need your intervention.”
: We get three questions, but in the interest of saving time, I’ll only ask the relevant one.
: “Money, your reputation is controversial. Do you know of anyone who would want to harm your reputation further?”
: “Shit man… everybody’s got enemies. Ain’t no different with me.”
: “Well, have you recently experienced any problems, through the mail, telephone calls…?”
: I mean, it’s at least realistic that a Black guy, no matter how rich, wouldn’t want to call the cops even for something like this.
: “What can you tell me about Dennis Walker?”
: “He’s a racist asshole. For awhile, he was drivin’ by hollering shit at my house… I got a restraining order. I still get shit in the mail… ends up in the trash.”
: Huh, a racist asshole? I wonder who that sounds like…
: Anyway, we now have to wait for the phone to ring again. I believe it will ring a second time, and then will not ring again.
: While Yo Money and his girlfriend are distracted, we need to grab his girlfriend’s cigarette from the ashtray. Yes, this is entirely because she’s a woman in a red dress who smokes.
: This gets us thrown out of the house. There is no way to get the cigarette (at least as far as I know) without getting thrown out.
: Next time, we’ll try and arrest Dennis Walker. By the way, here’s a bonus video of the shootout sequence so you can see how fucking janky it is.