It is a dark, wet and rain-ridden night at Professor Werner Von Croy's Paris apartment. All is not well however. His jackal walking stick, depicting the god Set, lies broken on the floor. Furniture is spread out over the room and there
is also a pool of blood.
NARRATOR: "There have been seventeen reported murders so far in this latest outbreak of Monstrum killings. It would appear to be the work of a single highly psychotic perpetrator. The name of the latest victim was just released:
Professor Werner Von Croy. A female described as caucasion, brunette and wearing a ponytail was seen leaving the most recent crime scene. Officers are advised to use extreme caution when apprehending the suspect. At present, nothing
appears to link any of the victims involved. There are no known survivors of these attacks so far."
EIDOS INTERACTIVE PRESENTS
A CORE DESIGN PRODUCTION
STARRING LARA CROFT
INTRODUCING KURTIS TRENT
Lara enters Von Croy's apartment. As she steps inside she treads on something, causing glass to shatter. She scoops up a framed photograph. It is of herself and Von Croy. She then crosses over to some drawers, sets the photograph down
and stares intently into a mirror.
FMV 02 - CHASE
2 DAYS EARLIER
Lara and Von Croy are sitting facing each other in the latter's apartment.
VON CROY: "Help me, Lara. I need you to get something for me."
LARA: "Go on."
VON CROY: "I'm tracking five Obscura paintings for a client called Eckhardt but he's a psychopath."
Lara leans forward.
LARA: "Why should I care?"
Von Croy gets to his feet, agitated.
VON CROY: "Because I'm being stalked. People are dying out there!"
Lara too rises to her feet.
LARA: "Handle it, Werner."
VON CROY: "Lara, please. Go and see this woman, Carvier. She can help."
He turns away and fetches a card. He places it in Lara's hand. But Lara swiftly eases Von Croy back into his seat and looms over him.
LARA: "Egypt, Werner. You walked away and left me."
VON CROY: "Get out!"
Von Croy produces a pistol and pushes Lara away. Then there is gunfire. But it does not go in Von Croy's favour. He is shoved to a wall as the pistol flies out of his hand. Then Lara re-emerges and examines Von Croy's fallen body by the
light of the window. He is dead. A pool of blood quickly begins to form and when Lara rises, Von Croy's blood is stained upon her fingers.
As Lara flees from Von Croy's apartment, a squad of police officers and their dogs skid to a halt in a van. The police let the dogs loose. Thinking fast, Lara dashes to the first door she finds and barges it open. Inside, she rushes
up the stairs and into a corridor. The dogs are gaining on her. Unfortunately Lara reaches a dead end and can do nothing as one of the dogs dives at her, sending her crashing through a window and into an alley outside. Lara looks up
to find one of the dogs clutching her backpack in its mouth. Wasting no time, Lara departs, seeking a way out of the area.
The police are still on Lara's tail. A helicopter has her in its sights. Aware of this, Lara barges open the door to the building directly in front of her, dashes inside and closes the door. Moments later, the police are attempting to
Lara reaches the edge of a rooftop. She looks back, considering her options as the police helicopter approaches. Lara spots a drainpipe, takes a run and jump then grabs onto it. But it cannot take her weight. The top of the drain comes
off and Lara is sent plummeting into a rubbish disposal bin. She gets out, checks the card Werner had given her, then carries on.
Lara is outside Margot Carvier's apartment, waiting for an answer from the intercom.
CARVIER: "Who is it?"
LARA: "Mademoiselle Carvier, it's Lara Croft. I need your help."
Carvier unlocks the door.
CARVIER: "Miss Croft. I recognise you from photos and Werner's description. Come in."
LARA: "Thank you."
Lara steps inside.
CARVIER: "An evil night to be out alone, Miss Croft. Our streets are not safe anymore."
LARA: "Mademoiselle Carvier, I have just come from Werner's apartment."
CARVIER: "And how is Werner?"
LARA: "I'm afraid Werner is dead."
LARA: "Yes and I don't have time to waste. I'm being chased all over Paris!"
CARVIER: "You owe me an explanation, I'm waiting."
LARA: "It's all a bit vague. I arrived at his apartment today from London. He was babbling with fear."
CARVIER: "He said he tried to contact you."
LARA: "He did. I never expected that. Not after Egypt."
CARVIER: "Werner has been fearful for his life. He accepted a commission five weeks ago. Since then he's been acting strangely, jumping at shadows. He even left a package with me for safekeeping."
LARA: "Who was the commission from?"
CARVIER: "The client's name was Eckhardt. He wanted Werner to research something called the Obscura Paintings. Werner approached me at my department at the Louvre."
LARA: "Were you able to help him?"
CARVIER: "A little I think. Poor Werner was clearly terrified."
LARA: "Werner didn't scare easily."
CARVIER: "He felt he was being stalked."
LARA: "He could well have been. The Monstrum is running around Paris, according to the press."
CARVIER: "Werner left a package here with me. I was to give it to you if anything happened to him."
LARA: "Do you know what it is?"
CARVIER: "It's his field notebook."
LARA: "If he left his notebook, he was spooked."
CARVIER: "You still haven't explained what happened."
LARA: "There was gunfire. That's all I can recall."
CARVIER: "Gunfire! Werner was shot? Did you kill him?"
LARA: "I can't remember! It's all a blur."
CARVIER: "Miss Croft. I strongly suggest that you talk to the police."
LARA: "Mademoiselle, I was a good friend of Werner's. I didn't kill him. I didn't!"
CARVIER: "If you say so."
LARA: "Do you have the notebook?"
CARVIER: "I do. It's safe for the moment."
LARA: "I really am going to need Werner's notebook."
CARVIER: "Somebody killed Werner. You say you don't remember clearly what happened. Perhaps the police are right in suspecting you."
LARA: "I never killed Werner!"
CARVIER: "I think you'd better leave, Miss Croft."
LARA: "The notebook?"
CARVIER: "I am not sure this is the right thing but I must respect what Werner wanted."
Carvier fetches Werner's notebook from her kitchen and hands it to Lara.
LARA: "The right choice, Mademoiselle."
CARVIER: "And now you better had go. The police will be here any minute."
Carvier leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
Lara approaches a window in Carvier's apartment. She climbs onto and jumps out into the rain outside.
Lara awakens in an abandoned train carriage.
Lara has approached a homeless man near the abandoned train carriage. He stands over a fireplace, trying to warm a piece of meat.
LARA: "Is this your pitch?"
MAN: "All Paris is my pitch. Got any spare change? For a coffee?"
LARA: "Maybe. I need to find a man."
MAN: "Then look no further ma petite."
LARA: "This is a particular man. Bouchard. Louis Bouchard. Know him?"
MAN: "No. Never heard of him."
LARA: "Even for spare change?"
MAN: "Go away! I never heard of him!"
LARA: "So where could I ask? I could use a coffee. How about you?"
MAN: "Try the Café Metro. In the Place d'Arcade. The owner might be able to help you. Knows all kinds of stuff."
LARA: "Sounds like my kind of café."
MAN: "What about the spare change, Madamoiselle?"
LARA: "I didn't say I had any."
MAN: "Welcome to Paris!"
Lara approaches another man, this time above the abandoned train carriage.
MAN: "You looking for anything special, little lady?"
LARA: "So what are you? A city guide?"
MAN: "That's right. I'm a city guide. All tastes and interests catered for."
LARA: "Good. I need directions. I'm trying to find a man called Bouchard. Do you know him?"
MAN: "That's not a healthy kind of question to be asking."
LARA: "Don't tell me Paris is dangerous."
MAN: "Oh, we got all kinds of rough stuff here in Paris, including our own serial killer. Have you heard of the Monstrum, huh? Have you heard of him?"
LARA: "The Monstrum is a 'him'? How do you know that?"
MAN: "I don't know what 'it' is but I 'd watch my rear on the streets if I didn't know my way around."
LARA: "Which you obviously do. So how do I find this Bouchard?"
MAN: "He won't have time for casual callers. Been having staff problems at his club I hear."
LARA: "Bouchard runs a club?"
MAN: "Yeah. Le Serpent Rouge. Flashy joint."
LARA: "Why should losing staff be such a big deal?"
MAN: "Because these staff are dying on the job, messily. No one knows why. Or how."
LARA: "You don't think Bouchard's up to handling it?"
MAN: "Keep your voice down. Bouchard can handle all he needs to. But this is something different. Something creepy. His people didn't die pretty. It's got him really shaken."
LARA: "Is it the Monstrum?"
MAN: "Who knows for sure. I just try to keep my noise clean. You should too."
MAN: "Yeah! Do that. Why don't you try Café Metro?"
LARA: "What's at Café Metro?"
MAN: "Nothing, man. Only the biggest loser in Paris. It's a joke, forget it. Lemme show you some of our local specialties."
LARA: "No thanks."
MAN: "Having to keep low, eh? That's hard, 'specially with the cops being so trigger happy."
LARA: "Should I give Bouchard your regards when I find him?"
MAN: "No, don't do that! But if you're at a loose end, look me up. I'm sure we could find something diverting for you. You know, something special."
LARA: "See you around."
LARA: "Not a lot of passing trade at this hour?"
JANICE: "It's early yet. Move along ma chère. You make the place look crowded."
LARA: "Have you worked in this neighborhood for long?"
JANICE: "What can I do for you, chérie?"
LARA: "I'm looking for someone you might know. Name of Bouchard."
JANICE: "You won't find him here, ma chère. He did run the club across the road, Le Serpent Rouge, but had to move premises. There was a lot of trouble I heard. Things needed to lie quiet for a while."
LARA: "And no one knows where he is?"
JANICE: "What do you want with a dangerous individual like Bouchard?"
LARA: "I'm trying to track down a friend's movements."
JANICE: "Lost is he?"
LARA: "Dead. But he made contact with Bouchard before he... checked out."
JANICE: "Tell you what. There's two guys who used to work at Le Serpent Rouge."
LARA: "So Bouchard didn't lose everybody."
JANICE: "No. These two left before the troubles closed the place down. One's a miserable old devil called Bernard who was the janitor there. He hangs about in the park sometimes."
LARA: "And the other one?"
JANICE: "The other one, Pierre, worked as a barman. Makes bad deals that backfire on him. He runs the café in the Place d'Arcade now. Café Metro. You never know. Might be worth a shot."
LARA: "Better than anything I have so far. Thanks. I didn't catch your name."
JANICE: "Janice. Everyone knows me around here. Look, be careful, chérie. Bouchard's a mean operator. And he's been targeted hard recently."
LARA: "Does anyone know who's causing Bouchard all this grief or why?"
JANICE: "No. Or they're not saying. The Monstrum has got everyone too scared to talk."
LARA: "I'd have thought Bouchard would be geared up for trouble."
JANICE: "He can handle it alright. No one better. But the way his people have been dying; so ugly. And that poor woman..."
LARA: "What woman?"
JANICE: "Someone called Carvier. She worked at the Louvre it said on the radio. I don't want to talk about it."
JANICE: "No. You watch out, ma chère. There's a lot of sickos loose on the streets."
JANICE: "That's okay. Some of us like it that way."
In the streets of Paris, Lara observes a man running towards his motorcycle. He seats himself, revs the engine and speeds away.
Lara approaches Pierre at Café Metro.
PIERRE: "Did you... Everything go okay?"
LARA: "It's quiet in here. Your voice really carries."
PIERRE: "Don't mess me about."
LARA: "You were right about the place being staked out. There were gunmen all over the place. No sign of the Monstrum though."
PIERRE: "You got it! Ha!"
LARA: "Now, a little matter of Bouchard's whereabouts."
PIERRE: "Bouchard. Yes... er..."
LARA: "You aren't going to disappoint me, are you? You don't want to see my dangerous side."
PIERRE: "No. It's just that someone else was asking for him. Just after you left."
LARA: "Asking for Bouchard?"
PIERRE: "Yes. The customer who was sat in the corner, reading his paper. I couldn't tell him anything naturally. But he may have overheard us."
LARA: "You know, you talk real loud. It's hard not to notice it."
PIERRE: "Okay, okay! Take it easy. Are we going to deal?"
LARA: "Only if you behave."
PIERRE: "Alright. Bouchard is lying low. I know someone who can show you where."
LARA: "You can trust them, this person you know?"
PIERRE: "Just about. Name of Francine. She's my ex."
PIERRE: "This is her address and the code for the gate."
LARA: "And she can point me to Bouchard? You sure?"
PIERRE: "Oh, absolutely. She knows a discrete route to the back of the premises."
LARA: "Discrete? Translation - dangerous."
PIERRE: "Nothing in Paris is safe. But this route will get you where you want to go. Please. It's arranged. She's expecting you."
LARA: "I hope this arrangement works out, Pierre. I'd hate for you to become a personal problem that I have to come back and tidy up."
Lara has come to visit Francine on Pierre's advice.
FRANCINE: "Bouchard is in the old church. You need to find the mausoleum in the churchyard. It leads down into the church basement."
LARA: "Is this the best way?"
FRANCINE: "It's the only way past the doorman. Watch out for the ledges. They are dangerous."
LARA: "Where isn't these days?"
FRANCINE: "Welcome to Paris."
Lara visits the herbalist.
HERBALIST: "Do you need any help?"
LARA: "I'm looking for someone. Name of Bouchard."
HERBALIST: "This is just a herbalist's. We stock medicinal potions and herbal extracts."
LARA: "So he isn't a customer of yours?"
HERBALIST: "A customer? No. Would you like to purchase something?"
LARA: "I'm told there's a story about a doorman in this area. Do you know it?"
HERBALIST: "The doorman is Bouchard's bodyguard."
LARA: "Find him and I find Bouchard?"
HERBALIST: "Yes, probably."
LARA: "What would I need?"
HERBALIST: "Money. A password."
LARA: "Who would know the right password?"
HERBALIST: "I'm afraid I can't help you there."
LARA: "Okay. Thanks anyway."
Lara visits Daniel Rennes at his pawnshop.
LARA: "Open for business?"
RENNES: "You managed to get in, didn't you?"
LARA: "Just checking. I didn't want to waste your time or mine."
RENNES: "Discretion is my middle name. Especially with strangers who just walk in off the street."
LARA: "But you can keep your mouth shut?"
RENNES: "Depends what's in it for me. Are you buying or are you selling?"
LARA: "How much for these?"
Lara approaches Bernard in the park.
LARA: "Excuse me."
BERNARD: "You're not from round here."
BERNARD: "Then leave me alone. I'm busy."
LARA: "You should be more polite to strangers. You never know who they are."
BERNARD: "I don't give a dead cuss who you are."
LARA: "Janice said you were a real charmer."
BERNARD: "Janice! What did she speak to you for? Why did she tell you about me?"
LARA: "Watch your attitude, old man!"
BERNARD: "I'll watch nothing. Leave me alone!"
LARA: "I'm going to have to tell your old boss how rude you are to the ladies."
BERNARD: "Not Bouchard!"
LARA: "He may know what happened to a friend of mine."
BERNARD: "Forget it. Bouchard doesn't like time wasters."
LARA: "Neither do I. So where is he?"
BERNARD: "Undercover. But a hundred and sixty euros might jog my memory."
Lara hands Bernard the money.
LARA: "Here. Now, how do I find Bouchard?"
BERNARD: "It's not going to be easy, y'know."
LARA: "Let me be the judge of that."
BERNARD: "Bouchard has had big trouble lately. And he owes me! Big time!"
LARA: "Perhaps I can help you. What does Bouchard owe you?"
BERNARD: "A box. My box! And I want it back. It was hidden at his old club, Le Serpent Rouge. But things got nasty. I had to leave it behind."
LARA: "What if I were to retrieve it for you from this club?"
BERNARD: "I know a password that'd get you past Bouchard's door guard at his new hideout."
LARA: "Okay. So do we have a deal? Your box for the password?"
BERNARD: "Deal. This will get you into the garage next to Le Serpent Rouge. From there a passage leads you into the main building."
LARA: "What am I looking for?"
BERNARD: "A small box. Hidden in a broken lighting rig."
LARA: "Good. Now, we're beginning to feel like old buddies aren't we? Where will you be in an hour?"
BERNARD: "In an hour? Here. But after that, who knows."
LARA: "Make sure you are. I don't like wasting my time, remember?"