A32 – THE INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT TWO IN THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[Jason Quincey looks considerably more nervous than before, possibly because Chief Inspector Jane Peterson is the one interrogating him this time. She calmly flips through her files, checking her information.]

"You understand that you've put us in a difficult position, Mr. Quincey."

[He chuckles nervously.] "I don't know what you mean."

"Your restaurant only operated for less than a year, yet it came into contact with at least two people with an extensive and dangerous history with the company. Two employees with a very good reason to want you behind bars." [She looks at him, trying to discern the true intentions behind the pimples and the awkward smiles.] "Did you know about Antonio and Borsovich?"

"Know what?" [He scratches his nose.] "They were just my day guard and the one-time mechanic. I didn't care about their history as long as they did their jobs."

"Well, you should have. Because now we have a veritable zoo of people in and around Fazbear's at the time of the murder, a whole lot of people with grudges who had access to the animatronics. Including two people we've overlooked until now, but are coming in today for questioning. You'd better hope they don't say anything incriminating about you, Quincey."

"What would they say?" [He laughs awkwardly, but we can see how fearful he's getting under Peterson's searching stare; he keeps twitching, like he wants to jump out of his chair and run away.] "I've got nothing to hide."

"Nothing except an extensive history of accidents, injuries and deaths at your parent company that you're determined not to fully explain."

"Look, I don't know what you're implying, but anything that happened at other locations? It wasn't connected to me. I just opened a local chain. Whatever happened at my chain, sure, I'll own up to that – but I wasn't associated with any other locations, and I'm not liable. That, I can promise you."

"Of course." [She opens a dusty file with a coffee stain on the cover.] "So I suppose you wouldn't know anything about where you purchased the animatronics."

"I got them from the company. They came standard with the franchisee deal. You want the purchase records or something?"

"I'd like those very much, Jason Quincey. Along with a full statement of every person who ever held a key to your restaurant, employee or otherwise. Full."

[He pales slightly.] "It was just me, Antonio, and Kate. Antonio opened for me sometimes, and Kate needed to get in for the night shift. No one else ever had a key to the place."

"No one else?"

"No one else." [He scratches his nose.] "I mean –"

"Yes?"

"I let my brother in once, after hours. I forgot something at the place and my car was acting up, so I sent him to get it for me. I let him borrow my master key."

"You let him borrow your master key?" [Peterson gapes at him, clearly stunned at the sheer incompetence of this man.] "What day was this?"

"I dunno. December 13th, or somewhere. I remember because I'd just bought someone a birthday present."

[Peterson writes this down, shaking her head.] "Letting him use your master key might have been the worst mistake you've ever made, Jason Quincey. And that's saying something."

"Hey, don't go accusing my brother, all right? He wouldn't have done anything in there."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure. You can ask him – I'll give you his number." [He fumbles for his cell phone.] "He's harmless, Inspector, really."

"I want his number anyway. And can you tell me anything about the inspections?" [Jane flips through her folder.] "After Incident C3, you promised to perform monthly inspections on the animatronics. Someone must have been hired for that, but I don't see any records of them, or their reports."

[Quincey clears his throat awkwardly.] "That fell through."

"Fell through."

"Yes."

"Tell me this, Quincey. If you knew about the bodies, why did you do such a terrible job keeping them hidden?"

"I didn't know about them! How the hell would I have known? I don't control whatever psychopath is ripping up kids at my restaurant. I'm not God."

"No, you're not, Mr. Quincey." [She closes the file.] "And you'd do well not to forget it. I think I'll be seeing your brother very soon."

A33 – THE INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT FIVE IN THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[The interrogation room. A small, willowy woman sits quietly as Eduardo arranges his files on the desk. She seems interested in Eddie, and when he looks up she hesitantly speaks in Mexican Spanish.]

"What country?"

[Eduardo smiles and responds in his own lilting dialect.] "El Salvador, but I've been spending time in Argentina to see my relatives."

"That's wonderful." [She switches back to English.] "My girlfriend is from Mexico, and I've been learning Spanish from her so I can meet her family. It's a lovely language."

"I think so too." [He chuckles.] "Could you introduce yourself for the record?"

"Thea Muldoon." [She seems to be at ease with him; he is much less intense than Peterson, and is treating her more kindly, since she is not a major suspect.] "Former line chef at the – you know."

"When did you start working at the restaurant?"

"January 22nd. I was hired a few days after it opened."

"What sort of things did you cook?"

"Pizza, of course. And I prepared some of the side dishes, like the fruit cups and vegetable sides. Hardly anyone ever ordered those, though. I'm sure you can imagine why."

"Were you reprimanded after the handwashing violation? Incident C1?"

"Yes." [She smiles sheepishly.] "My bad. I got a bit lax. There were no more incidents after I straightened up my act. I take full responsibility for it."

"Did you go to culinary school?"

"Yes, I'd only recently graduated when I was hired. I wasn't a star student, but I did well. Knew I would have to start small, so I went with a local pizzeria. I wanted enough experience to get hired at the Italian place downtown." [She sighs.] "Of course, with all this murder business, it's going to be hard to find a job after this."

"I'm afraid so." [Eddie opens a file.] "What did you think of your boss? Jason Quincey?"

"He was… fine. I didn't talk to him much outside the interview. I didn't care for the way he talked to me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he – he harrassed me a bit. You know. Women in the workplace, and all that. He would make some unwelcome advances every now and then."

"Did anything escalate?"

"No, he would just make comments, ask me out, try out rude pick-up lines. I didn't like it, obviously, but there wasn't much I could do except tell him to knock it off."

[Eddie makes a note.] "I'm sorry to hear he harrassed you. There are a lot of men out there who think they're entitled to make those kinds of comments."

"Especially since I wasn't interested in him at all. I mean, I'm a lesbian, for crying out loud." [She laughs wearily.] "And I've had a steady girlfriend for a year now. I'm so off the table that the table doesn't know what to do with me. Yet he'd keep wandering into my kitchen and tell me my lipstick complimented my ass. What does that even mean?"

"Well, hopefully you won't have to deal with that anymore." [Eddie shakes his head.] "The more I learn about Jason Quincey, the less I like him."

"You don't think he did this, do you?" [She looks at him worriedly.] "Don't get me wrong, I dislike him, but I don't want to think he could do something like this. I hope whoever it is, you catch them soon."

"I hope so too." [Eddie sighs and closes his notebook.] "We all do."

A34 – THE INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT SIX IN THE FAZBEAR MURDERS

[This interview doesn't take place in an interrogation room, but rather a mental hospital. A sweating man is seated on a sterile bed in a straitjacket with a nurse at his side, hair plastered to his forehead, looking feverishly around as though expecting to be attacked at any moment. Peterson stands at the foot of the bed with her notebook at the ready.]

"Mr. Lockwood, do you feel up to giving a statement?"

[The man shakes his head violently.] "They're out there."

"Who's out there?"

"The demons." [He moans.] "The demons."

"I don't follow."

"They come at night. They awaken at night. They want to play!" [He rocks back and forth feverishly.] "Hm, hm, death death death!"

[Peterson looks helplessly at his nurse for guidance. The nurse smiles understandingly.]

"He's always like this. You won't be getting much of a statement from him."

"How did he get this way?"

"He had a mental breakdown when he was fired from his job. At that pizza place. He's been like this ever since."

"Did Quincey say why he was fired?" [Peterson takes notes.] "His official record claimed it was hygiene concerns."

"Well, he'd started to break down a bit before the firing. Maybe Quincey was just trying to find a polite reason to let him go."

"Maybe." [Peterson writes this down.] "What are the demons he's yelling about?"

"No one knows. He's fixated on them. He draws pictures and claims they'll make me understand, but they never make any sense."

"Can I see some of those pictures?"

[The nurse opens the drawer of his nightstand and hands Peterson a stack of childish crayon drawings.] "Have a look."

[She frowns, paging through them.] "He's just drawing animals. A bear, a bunny, a chicken, a fox. And another bear. What do these… oh! Of course!" [She scribbles something down rapidly.] "The animatronics."

"The what?"

"Nothing." [She folds up the papers and tucks them into her coat.] "Do you mind if I try something a bit odd?"

"If you think it'll help."

[Peterson takes out her phone, opens YouTube, and taps on a video. A happy jack-in-the-box melody starts to play.]

[Lockwood screams like he's on fire.] "THE DEMONS! THEY'RE HERE!" [He thrashes violently, trying to get free of the straitjacket. Peterson watches bemusedly as the nurse grabs him under the armpits and frog-marches him away.]

[Quietly, she makes a note in her pad. Under her breath, she murmurs.]

"Demons…"