Chronicles of Mystery: The Scorpio Ritual Walkthrough part 2

Good morning, Mr. Collada. Hello. Do I know you? Come on, Mr. Collada. It's me, Sylvie, Olivier Leroux's niece. Oh, let me have a look at you. Sylvie, how you have grown! And some of us haven't gotten a day older. I can still remember you running down those streets all day long till the evening set in. And how Mr. Olivier would call you back home from his window, eh? He would often look for you all over town, starting from my store. Uncle isn't home. Yes, he stopped visiting me for a game of chess. When did you last see him? Two or three days ago. We played chess. His thoughts seemed to wander. I can't believe he forgot to leave a message. Two days ago, in the evening, I saw him leave the house. He looked agitated. He nodded towards me, got into the car, and drove off. Where to? I have no idea, but he looked as if he had just discovered something. Where could he have gone? Try Gozo, for instance? Will you help me? Of course. As long as I do not have to move from here, I need to see to my workshop, you know. If you happen to bump into something that could... I will let you know ASAP. And I ask the same of you. Yeah, I am so worried that something bad happened to him. Well, perhaps he discovered something new again, huh? And he's digging in the soil, oblivious of the world around him. Hopefully. Can you repair this key for me, Mr. Kolata? Oh, with pleasure, my child. I have this key, but it's bent and doesn't work. Can you fix it? Show it to me. What the heck did you do to it? I was trying to open a bottle. It will take a few minutes. In the meantime, you might want to visit my brother at the docks. Your brother? I'm not sure if I can find him. You will, no worries. And mind you, he is forgetful. Just pass him the message, this evening, no. This evening, no. And that's it? Yep. This evening, yes? No. This evening, no. Now, all rests on my shoulders. You mean your uncle's archives? Yes. His flat is one big museum. I'm not sure if I can leave it unattended. But you know this is a peaceful area. Just in case, my wife can visit a flat from time to time to air the rooms a little bit. Thank you. Do you know James Anderson? He a singer? No, he's a linguist. He has recently collaborated with my uncle. He lived here? Was he young? Old? I have no idea. I think I saw some young gentleman here once or twice lately, but I have no information about him. I guess he lives in the vicinity. Can I borrow these pliers? What is on your mind again? Nothing much, really. Sure, but don't... I'll be going now. Guess I'll just walk around like in the old days. The walls stand as they used to, but the people are different. These old walls need some refreshing. I used to sit around here for hours on end with my mates, and we were never bored. Holidays at the seaside. Only hunger would drag us away from this place. Nice weather for sailing, huh? Couldn't be any better. Five euros per hour. Which boat's yours? Which one would you like? Fast, swift, and cheap. The cheapest are the ones at the bottom of the sea. We could even pay you for those. Well then, another time perhaps. You see, birdbrain, you scare away my customers. I won't earn enough to have dinner, so I'll have to cook you. This evening? No! Can I enter the pier? After you have paid the admission, yes. Well, I was hoping I could at least have a look at the boats for free. What a big mouth. This is all Professor Lambrusco's fault. Do you know James Anderson? Anderson? The one from... No, he's a linguist. Can't be. His choice of words is poor, knows no more than a handful of swear words. What a... No, spare me the pleasure. Have you seen Professor LaRue recently? The one that digs in the earth? Yes, the archaeologist? No, not recently. Guess he dug himself six feet under. I'm sorry? Rest in peace, Freeman. Don't mock other people's misery! Or else you might have... What? One cannot even say anything these days? This evening? No! What's up, miss? Feel sorry for this miserable bunch of feathers sticking out of the bird's backside? Mr. Carlotta asked me to pass you this message. This evening? No. What does he know? I won't have him interfere. I'll make crumbling bird soup. Why don't you fry some fish or something? See ya. Gimme fish! Do you know James Anderson? Who's that? Who's that? A linguist. Knows just three languages. Too much paper? Will you give me his address? Gimme fish! Gimme fish! See ya later, parrot. Come back for chit-chat one day. Pay admission fee to enter the... Idea letter for sale? Hmm, an old paper. Must be wrapping material. A whale could squeeze through this rose. I won't reach it. I might try plunging into this flowerbed, but I have my reputation to worry about. I'd better put it back in its place. The old guy that left it might want to reclaim it. Do not forget to put the pliers back where they belong. They may come in handy. I have always been good at handicraft. I've been to the docks. Well, how do you like it these days, huh? It's cool. But, uh, this brother of yours? He's a true weirdo. He tries to hunt... He just says so. The old seawolf needs to grumble. How's my key? Ah, fixed. Good as new. Splendid. How much? Ah, forget it. It would be less than a euro. Here's the right pay for a professional job. Thanks. Keep the change. Ah, you are generous indeed. Bye. And, um, please keep an eye on your brother and his parrot. Don't you worry. He's emotionally attached to her. Delicious mackerel from the Mediterranean. Shut your beak, birdbrain! I got you a fish. Yuck! Rotten fish! What a capricious bird. What am I going to do with it now? Grrr! Eat a homeless animal or something! Will you give me his address? Grrr! Yuck! You don't know anything. Your memory sucks. It's not true! The parrots talk. You have to stole a pipe! What am I going to do now? Carry this fish with me all day? Don't throw it away! You will sink with us for just five euro! Shut your beak, birdbrain! Am I supposed to run around town and catch butterflies with this? I'd prefer to meet him face to face rather than send this letter by post. Anderson might help me, but he's not here now. I'll take a look at the excavation site and come back here later. I have to find my uncle. But there aren't too many people to turn to for help. This conversation... I'm off to Gozo to see my uncle's discovery. I won't say who I am if uncle wasn't welcome. What's a police car doing here? Can I take a look around here? At this hour? It's dark. You won't see a thing. Well, I'll just take a quick look. No. This site is currently not open to the general public. General? Is that supposed to refer to me? I knew I should have joined the marines. When will it be? Tourists may have to wait another few years. Well, there's no way I'll be able to camp out here for that long. In that case, please return home. I bid you good night. I can't stand here forever. Take my advice. Just go home. Them journalists. I know how they like to waive their IDs. This must have landed in the grass on some occasion. This cactus could provide some sticky juice. Arabic gum. We would use it to put up funny advertisements. The press ID. It gives some power. This is my press ID with the picture. All hail the Fourth Estate. So, can you show me those discoveries? No, I don't think so. It's rather late. What exactly is it that you're working on here? Just standard securing procedures. What are the police doing there? Securing. Sure. Another accident? No, you've been misinformed. So, why are they here? I've been working all day. I'm tired. I need to lie down. Will you be in a better mood in the morning? All right, all right. Some youngsters decided to hold a party in rather unique surroundings and entered the site. They left several empty bottles and other paraphernalia of nighttime amusements. So, this incredible discovery did not take any d- How do you know we've got something incredible here? Hmm, well, such- Unfortunately, that seems to be true. You're the boss around here, right? Can I take a look into the temple? Ask the police officer. I don't know if they've secured the crime scene. I'd better dash, then. Do I have your permission to enter the temple? Now everything's in the hands of the police. I'm with the press. So? This guy, the director, he allowed me to come in here. Henry Simon. He can at least hide in that trailer of his. Damn, I'm sleepy. Yeah, me too. Except when I get back to the office, I still have that article to write. What about? Oh, about the teenagers who broke in here to experience their initiation. Teenagers? I don't think so. As far as I know, some precious stones went missing. This has hardly anything to do with hormones. What kind of stones? I'm no specialist. All I know is that someone broke in here, and it was not an amateur job. As for the rest, ask the archaeologist. Everybody says something else about the break-in, but the police officer seems to be the most trustworthy. That Simon sure is weird. Yeah. I'm standing here for hours on end, and he won't even offer me coffee. Yeah, I've tried to find something out, but he wouldn't talk. I'm not surprised. Post-traumatic shock. How so? When Simon saw some guys carrying out the stones, he asked them to return to the path of righteousness. Didn't help? Quite the opposite. You wouldn't know looking at him. They knew how to hit. All men in balaclavas look the same. My boss is going to be ecstatic. Boss? Don't even try to write about it. Zip your mouth. Why? Swear you'll keep this to yourself. Okay, I swear. See? This is Simon's version. How can we be sure he didn't steal those stones himself? Can I go in and take a look? Why do you think I'm suffering here? Do not let anybody in. What's the sense in that anyway? You gonna stand here for long? A colleague was to pick me up, but he had an urgent job call on the way. This interests you? For the front page. Sure. Drunken parrot offended tourists. You don't think the boss is gonna give me a raise after such a headline? I'm sorry for you. In all this boredom, a break-in is quite the story. So, uh, will you let me in? Get me a cup of coffee, and you'll buy yourself exactly the time I'll take to drink it. Have a nice evening. Mr. Simon finally retired. Better late than never. Some petrol might come in handy. The archaeologist is soundly asleep. You could steal him along with his trailer, Annie. It's good the pit got stuck. This isn't the kind of profession I'd select for training. Should Simon wake up, he won't recognize me in this darkness. Without good lighting, there's not much I can do. What does an archaeologist store on a computer? Are these the little stone sculptures my uncle wrote about? A picture of a stone tablet. It's covered with inscriptions similar to those on the valuable volume. Interesting. I think I'll print this out as a keepsake. I'll look through the archaeologist's papers, too. Reconstruction or instruction. Four pedestals and stone elements with inscriptions on them. Are these the little stone sculptures my uncle wrote about? A picture of a stone tablet. It's covered with inscriptions similar to those on the valuable volume. I know someone who just longs for a sip of coffee. I can't very well leave proof of a break-in.