Tête-a-Tête

Jack: I know Jim like the palm of my hand. If he starts lying, I'll notice and bring him to light.

Task: Go through the unknown room in the cache mode.

Jim: You are right on time! I made progress in treating the desease. You won't believe who helped me! Ja…

Jack interrupts Jim.

Jack: Oh really, Jim?! So you poisoned AND cured them!

It seemed as though it took a while for the accusation to sink.

Jack: No need to wiggle like a drunken figure skater on ice. Don't try to deny it. Your "teacher" sold you out. Says I need to file a bill of complaint against you.

Jim: The Puppeteer?..

Jack: Who else?

Jim: I don't understand.

Jack: What's to understand? Are you guilty or not?

Jim: No! A thousand times no, Jack. How could you even think that about me?

Jack: Damn, Feather, he's not lying.

Jack is pretty worked up, but the aim is suddenly out of sight. Both Fairwoods are at loss. It seems that the feeling resonates and eases the tension between the brothers.

Jack: Jim, let's pretend for a moment that you had a hand in what happened but are not aware of that yet. What is the exact wording in the criminal code? Causing harm by negligence? Could something like that happen?

Jim is quiet, tapping his chin thoughtfully. He moves to the far corner of the room and fiddles with something.

Jim: Idiot! Why didn't I think to check the cache in broad daylight? Come here and take a look!

Jack: Where?

Jim: Rat's hair! How did she get here?

Jack: Into the cache? What's so dangerous about it?

Jim: Jack, I was working on antibiotics. Penicillin. Placed test tubes around the house. Did you hear the saying about not putting all eggs in one basket? One of the tubes got broken here in the cache. I wasn't sure whether it was a chance or evil design. But I was looking only at humans as possible suspects. I didn't even think about rats!

Jack: You should have taken everything into consideration!

Jim: Jack, never in my nightmares could I imagine that just as I came up with a way to ease the life of the followers and the Underground… Right at that moment a rat will find its way into the cache, break the tube, get infected and spread the disease!

Jim: I didn't know you played a great tamer, teaching them tricks - where does all this patience coming from? – and was about to let the rats loose after I placed the penicillin in the caches. I guess we both are to blame here.

Jack: You think I started a witch-hunt for no reason?

Jim: We need all the antibiotics we can get. That's partly to avoid depending on the Puppeteer. I would have tested it on myself before giving it to anyone else. Jack, what's your problem?

Jack: You are my problem, Jim! You are off your rocket.

Jim: Jack, spare me the Peter Pan syndrome. Stop hiding in your cozy rebellious world with only black and white palette.

Jim: You are a strong and charismatic leader, that's why people follow you into any venture. But you can't go on forever with blood boiling – you will burn out fast. If you don't care about yourself, think about others. Rats with antennae, Jack. Which of us is really off his rocker? What must happen in the house to make you come to your senses?

Jack: Don't pretend to be a victim, brother! Look at yourself. Which of use is crazier? I'm trying to get out of this prison! I didn't see a mat in the hallway saying "Home, Sweet Home". Get it into your head – it's not your home. It's a mass grave.

Jim: Jack, you are not the only one living here. Just think, what if you provoke the Puppeteer to get rid of the whole Underground?

Jack: I'm not living here! I'm surviving! And all normal people are, too! While you are hanging on the Puppeteer's every word, WE are surviving. Don't you get it? You are infatuated with him.

Jack: Want to throw around syndromes? How do you like the Stockholm one? What revelation do you expect to hear from a person that calls himself "The Puppeteer"? Why not a self-proclaimed president of a banana republic? You should write out an appropriate certificate and prescribe pills for head to him. And to yourself.

Jim: You won't believe it, Jack, but if you give your vocal cords a respite, you'll hear some decent advice not just from the Puppeteer.

Jack: Damn you to hell, Jim. You are doing everything to prolong our imprisonment. I'm doing everything to get out of here!

Jim: Jack, if your only goal is to have a fight, just leave.

Jack moves swiftly towards the door. Jim sinks on the sofa heavily. You are standing in the middle of the room in indecision.

Jim: Jenny... Jenny got the ingredient for the cure that I couldn't synthesize.

Jack: But Jack has already left and haven't heard that, or pretended not to.

You completed Jack’s task. You received some points of freedom and some tokens

Jack: Damn, that was really stupid. I'd have never believed it if someone told me that. Could you imagine that right when I was about to go for cameras, Jim decided to conduct an experiment! I had a secret mission, but he could have warned us that there are chemical weapons in the rooms.