Christophe Lerien

Christophe is one of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call.

''Note: Due to a bug, Christophe's interactions are in the wrong order. You'll have to pick him up three times before the game circles back to what should have been the first night's interaction on the fourth. You start on Night 2.''

Passidex entries

 * You have met Christophe.
 * Due to a bug, Christophe's interactions are in the wrong order. The first night you pick him up will be treated like the second. You'll get this entry on your fourth night picking him up, instead of the first, as that is when it will circle back to what should have been the first night's interaction.


 * You confessed.
 * You found out his secret.
 * You found out his other secret.
 * Obtained during his third night (your second encounter - due to the bug).


 * You helped Christophe.
 * You thought about when you met Christophe.

Transcripts
You can meet Christophe on four separate nights (within the same playthrough) to have different conversations.



Night 1
This is technically the fourth night .

TBA



Night 2
« I need to go to Faubourg Saint-Honoré. »

This is technically the first night .

A passenger slides into your cab. You instantly recognise him: the priest you've already driven.

CHRISTOPHE: "Ah! How lovely to see you again..."

HOUSSINE: "Likewise."

CHRISTOPHE: "Really, what a nice surprise!"

He gives you an address - the same on as last time - and you start driving.

CHRISTOPHE: "It's funny, I was thinking about you this morning. I was talking with a colleague and... I told him about our little swap."

You sense that he is suddenly uncomfortable, tense. Something is wrong. He catches your eye; he is hiding something.

CHRISTOPHE: "May I... may I make a confession?"

« Go ahead. »   (Say nothing.)

See below...

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "See... I think you have... a sort of gift... Like an aura... I felt incredibly good after our last discussion and that's why I'd like to talk to you about something. Something... complicated. Do you remember the story I told you last time?"

« Yes. »   « No. »

CHRISTOPHE: "Good... because... I must confess that... that..."

CHRISTOPHE: "I had a widowed parishioner who was worried about being openly in love with a new woman... He didn't want to break the vows he'd taken with his wife. Well... how can I put this..."

CHRISTOPHE: "The story wasn't really true. Well, not entirely anyway. It wasn't a widower but... a priest."

His voice plummets into its lowest notes and becomes almost a purr.

CHRISTOPHE: "Me. It's my story and I haven't shared it with anyone. Except you. You are the first person to know, and the only person."

He's almost shaking and seems about to break down.

CHRISTOPHE: "Also... I lied... I asked your company if I could have you as a driver. I felt so much better after talking to you the last time. Talking to you opened my eyes. I cannot continue to carry the burden of this problem. Problem... or rather, situation."

He heaves a mammoth sigh. You're familiar with those sighs - as if a huge weight has suddenly been lifted from your chest. A gust of fresh air flowing into your lungs like you've opened up a grave for the first time in ten centuries.

CHRISTOPHE: "My situation... I'm in love with a woman."

He's speaking quicker now. It's liberating.

CHRISTOPHE: "Elise."

His deep voice vibrates, like a bow running quickly over a bass string.

CHRISTOPHE: "We've been in love for three years. She and her husband often came to our Masses and local events... They're not from Paris, you see. They were looking to build a community... and were welcomed into our church. He husband passed away. Suddenly. A terrible illness... just terrible."

His eyes dart back and forth, as if he'd suddenly become blind.

CHRISTOPHE: "She needed help, support. We became close. Too close... perhaps. What happened is all my fault. I didn't know how to react, how to say no, to stop. It was too late. That was three years ago. Now..."

He pauses.

CHRISTOPHE: "Now..."

Words aren't coming easily this evening.

CHRISTOPHE: "I love her. And she loves me. You are driving me to her place... where I sleep almost every night."

He is pale, shaken, and takes a few seconds to gather his thoughts.

CHRISTOPHE: "This is all strictly prohibited, obviously. That's no news to you. I'm not supposed to love a woman, live with a woman, make... with a woman."

He looks at you.

CHRISTOPHE: "You understand, don't you?"

You slowly nod.

CHRISTOPHE: "I made a lifetime vow to God. I cannot abandon Him here, now... ...but I love this woman."

He stops speaking. You pull over in front of the address he gave you - the same as last time.

CHRISTOPHE: "I'm going to go up and mull this situation over I'm sorry to have bothered you with my problems."

« It was no bother at all. »   « Maybe you should sleep on it first? »   (Say nothing.)

CHRISTOPHE: "Oh good, I'm glad to hear you say that."

He smiles, but only on the outside, still shaking.

CHRISTOPHE: "I'm going to go to her now. Do you..."

It's a strange thing to see an adult on the brink of sobbing and it makes you uncomfortable.

CHRISTOPHE: "That's sound advice. I need to... calm down... put my thoughts in order. If she sees me like this, she'll worry. Thank you... thanks for everything."

He is still shaking but you are reassured by his faint smile.

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "Can I see you again? To... to talk? In spite of how I must look, I swear I feel better. Relieved"

« Yes. »   « I don't think so... »

See below...

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I must go. She's waiting for me."

He smiles, reassured. A few seconds later, he appears to be his usual calm self one again. He pays his fare, gets out the cab and walks away towards the entrance to the building. He closes the door slowly, with care.



Night 3
« I need to go to Faubourg Saint-Honoré. »

This is technically the second night .

You recognise the next passenger from his shape and the way he walks. It's the priest. He slides into the back seat.

CHRISTOPHE: "Very pleased to see you again..."

He gives you the same address he did the last two times. You start driving... Something appears to be troubling him this evening. * A few words are exchanged...the weather, taxes, traffic. Then...you can tell it's coming...the inevitable conversation about the killer. Some bit of information, rumours, things overheard. You make a mental note of what you've heard... Who knows? It might come in handy...

CHRISTOPHE: "It's funny... I'm sort of relieved to see you. I'm starting to understand why parishioners like Confession so much. It's almost addictive - this desire to talk about oneself, to be listened to..."

He pauses a moment - not the kind of pause that calls for a question, but a real break in the conversation, and for the mind.

CHRISTOPHE: "I have some good news... That has obviously thrown me into a spiral of questions and doubts..."

He pauses again.

CHRISTOPHE: "She's pregnant. It wasn't planned. When she told me a few days ago, I was... happy. She and her husband were not able to have children, you see. She sees it as a sign that our love is... true, authentic. I... I did not react as I should have."

« You don't want kids? »   « You want to get married first? »   « You're scared? »   (Say nothing.)

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "Yes. And... you're going to think I'm really old fashioned. But that's how I want to build out our relationship."

CHRISTOPHE: "Scared? No... I'm not scared. Stressed out, nervous, yes. But not scared. All these parts of life never affected me before. And now... When she told me about the baby, I froze. I started thinking about trivial things. It was like my mind had opened an old photo album. Like my memory had waited all these years to trigger my..."

He grasps for the words, hesitates.

CHRISTOPHE: "Paternal instinct? Or parental, probably. Men and women aren't so profoundly different after all... In my opinion, in any case."

He takes a minute to collect his thoughts. He is visibly moved, emotional.

CHRISTOPHE: "When she told me about the baby, I thought about... It's stupid..."

« Go on, say it... »   (Let him talk.)

See below...

TBA

He smiles.

CHRISTOPHE: "You are not making this easy! When she told me about the baby, my first thought was: what sport should he play?"

A long sigh.

CHRISTOPHE: "I thought about what sport he should play. What school he should go to. What name we should give him. In an instant, I was planning out future together, all three of us..."

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "When I told her I wanted to get married, she... took it badly. Really badly, actually. She shut down. Asked me to leave... I don't know what to do or say anymore. I thought she wanted to have a family..."

« What does having a family mean to you? »   « She's a widow. »   (Say nothing.)

TBA

See below...

TBA

CHRISTOPHE: "No... no, she already told me all that was..."

He pauses for a few seconds.

CHRISTOPHE: "You're right. She's still thinking about her husband. She's troubled about her marital status. And I... didn't take that into account. Thank you."

You park in front of his destination. He pays.

CHRISTOPHE: "As always, thank you, thank you, thank you. She's obviously still thinking about her husband. She still loves him. I cannot take his place. I MUST not take his place. Thank you."

The priest get out of the car and disappears into a nearby building.



Night 4
This is technically the third night .

TBA