Elizabeth Comstock

You were hired by two mysterious strangers to get Elizabeth from the tower in the Floating city, Columbia. You were hired to get Elizabeth from Columbia to New York to the strangers who hired you so you can wipe away your debt. The time is 1912 and Columbia is a city that floats in the sky. When you arrive at the tower Elizabeth was locked in to rescue her, the floor crumbled and you fell inside the top floor of the tower, Elizabeth's room. She was surprised by your entrance.

Elizabeth: Who are you?

Booker: My name is DeWitt. I'm a friend. I've come to get you out of here.

Elizabeth: Get away.

[She quits resisting after a few moments.]

Elizabeth: Are you real?

Booker: I'm real enough.

[A weird whistle alarm sounds.]

Elizabeth: He's coming...y-you've gotta go.

Booker: Why?

Elizabeth: You don't wanna be here when he gets here.

[She yells at the hole Booker fell from.]

Elizabeth: Just a minute! I'm getting dressed!

Booker: I can get you outta here.

Elizabeth: There's no way out, trust me, I've looked.

[She yells at the ceiling again.]

Elizabeth: Stop it! You're too impatient! That's enough!

Booker: W-what about this?

[He holds up the key he received en route to the lighthouse.]

Elizabeth: What about it?

Booker: This is the way out, isn't it?

Elizabeth: W-what are you...? Give it to me!

[A weird chirping noise rings out as Liz tries out the key.]

Elizabeth: Huh... It's a way out! Come on, this way!

[The building shakes.]

Elizabeth: It's his job to keep me locked up in here!

Booker: We'll see about that!

Elizabeth: Who are you? Why did you come here? This way, come on!

Booker: Wait!

[Something outside the tower slashes partially through the wall.]

Elizabeth: Hurry!

Booker: Call the elevator!

Elizabeth: What?

Booker: The hell is that thing?! Press the button!

[As they wait, Liz notices the two-way mirrors into her various rooms.]

Elizabeth: What is all this? They were watching me? All this time... Why? Why did they put me in here? What am I? What am I?!

Booker: You're the girl who's getting out of this tower.

[A kind of robotic avian smashes through the elevator, inches from the two.]

Elizabeth: We have to keep moving! He's tearing the building apart!

[They start ascending.]

Booker: Be careful, Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: How do you know my name?

Booker: Not now.

Elizabeth: Hurry! There's a door up here!

Booker: Out of the way, let me try.

Elizabeth: Which way?!

Booker: Up!

[Booker comes to on a beach.]

Booker: Anna...Anna!

Elizabeth: No, it's me, Elizabeth. Are you alright?

Booker: Where am I?

Elizabeth: Back in the land of the living. Here, let me...

Booker: I'll be fine.

Elizabeth: You almost drowned, you need to--

Booker: I said, I'm fine...Just, just give me a minute...

Elizabeth: Do you hear that? It's music!

Booker: Go on...I just...just need to...

Elizabeth: Okay, I won't be long. I won't be long, Mr. DeWitt.

Booker: Hey, miss. Miss! Could you just-- Hey, I need you to stop! Please stop. Alright, miss...c'mon. Hey, miss...MISS...Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: Hello! Oh, this is wonderful! Oh, come dance with me, Mr. DeWitt!

Booker: I don't dance. C'mon, let's go.

Elizabeth: Why? What could be better than this?

Booker: Well...how 'bout Paris?

Elizabeth: Paris? I...don't understand. How can we get there?

Booker: Well, it's where that airship's goin', but if you want to stay and dance, we could--

Elizabeth: No, let's go! C'mon, let's go! C'mon, let's go right now!

[They continue on.]

Elizabeth: I'm out. It's hard to believe but it's true, isn't it? Oh, can you smell that? I've never smelled anything like that before, have you?

Booker: Beaches I know don't smell much like that.

[They enter a station, seeing a poster of Father Comstock.]

Elizabeth: Mr. DeWitt... Comstock. I've read about him. They say he can see the future.

Booker: Give a man a little power, he falls in all kinds of love with himself.

Elizabeth: I don't like his look.

Shopkeep: Can you dislike the look of the Prophet? Or his gaze?

Elizabeth: Can we leave now?

Booker: Well, I ain't gettin' through there.

Elizabeth: I have just the thing. Come on.

[She leads him to a door out of the cops' eyesight.]

Booker: Ahh, damn thing's locked.

[She takes out a bobby pin and fiddles with the tumblers.]

Booker: What are you doing?

Elizabeth: You're a roguish type, what does it look like? Done!

[She manages to get the door open.]

Booker: Where did you learn to pick locks?

Elizabeth: Trapped in a tower with nothing but books and spare time? You would be surprised what I know how to do.

Woman: Annabelle?

Elizabeth: Excuse me?

Woman: Annabelle, it's me, Esther!

Elizabeth: Oh, no, I'm not Annabelle.

Esther: Are you sure?

Elizabeth: My name is Elizabeth. Do I know you?

Esther: Elizabeth? Isn't that a lovely name?

[She leaves.]

Elizabeth: That was odd.

Elizabeth: "Soldier's Field, built in 1903 by the hand of our Prophet."

Booker: What interest does a prophet have in a bunch of carnies and carousels?

Elizabeth: The place is themed to acquaint children with national service.

Booker: You mean the military.

Elizabeth: "Train up a child in the way he should go, even when he is old he will not depart from it."

Booker: Huh, did you write that?

Elizabeth: No.

[A gate near them shorts out.]

Elizabeth: The gate's shut up tight. Now how are we going to get to the airship?

Booker: Let me see if I can get that gate open by hand.

[They go under the shutter.]

Elizabeth: "Shock Jockey. Who needs the power company?"

Booker: Some fool's alternative to electricity.

Elizabeth: Doesn't seem to work very well.

[As they get outside, they see a massive airship fly overhead.]

Booker: There it is, the First Lady. Looks like it's heading for the dock.

Elizabeth: And that will take us to Paris?

Booker: Just stay close.

Elizabeth: Yes, Mr. DeWitt.

Booker: Call me Booker.

Elizabeth: Oh, a-alright. Booker. Should we head to the gondola, or take a look around the boardwalk? I suppose a place like this might have much we'd find useful.

[They case the boardwalk.]

Elizabeth: Do you know why you were hired to come and get me?

Booker: I imagine they were interested in meeting you. No doubt for lockpicking lessons.

Elizabeth: Why you?

Booker: I never even heard of this place before I got here.

Elizabeth: Huh...I assumed Columbia was common knowledge below.

Booker: Guess I got a bit behind with current events.

Elizabeth: What are you, Mr. DeWitt? Some sort of...?

Booker: I'm a, uh, independent contractor. Used to work for the Pinkertons and such. Not something you'd want gracing a résumé...

Elizabeth: Pinkertons... Weren't they the ones they'd call in to settle things when the workers took to striking?

Booker: Heh. "Settle." Well, that's a word for it.

[They find a library lounge.]

Elizabeth: Are you interested in gardening, Mr. DeWitt?

Booker: They frown on gardens in my part of town.

Elizabeth: And where is that.

Booker: The part with no gardens.

Elizabeth: So, Mr. DeWitt, is there a woman in your life?

Booker: There was...she died.

Elizabeth: How?

Booker: Giving birth.

Elizabeth: Oh...you have a child?

Booker: No.

[A theater nearby is putting on a Duke and Dimwit performance.]

Elizabeth: Look! Duke and Dimwit! You know..."remember, boys and girls, don't be a dimwit!" How could you not know that?

Booker: Must be somethin' particular to Columbia.

Elizabeth: Oh, I loved those stories when I was a kid. But they are...they are a bit...off-putting.

[Near the carousel...]

Elizabeth: Hmm.

Booker: What?

Elizabeth: I was just imagining you...on the carousel.

[They walk to the gondola landing.]

Booker: We need to summon the gondola if we intend to reach that airship.

Elizabeth: These seem to be the controls that summon her.

[The controls short out when used.]

Elizabeth: Looks like this runs exclusively on Shock Jockey.

Booker: Of course it does...where in the hell are we going to find that?

Elizabeth: Look! "Come see the future of power at the Hall of Heroes."

Booker: Ah. Well, that's convenient.

Gunship PA: Gentlemen, the False Shepherd is loose in the streets of our fair city! Will you suffer the shame of allowing your wives and your daughters to fall prey to his machinations? Or will you act? Act for your womenfolk! Act for your Prophet! Act!

[They fight off some foes to reach the Hall's entrance.]

Elizabeth: "Hall of Heroes closed until further notice..."

Booker: Then there won't be a line to get in.

[They enter the elevator, but the power cuts, shaking the cab.]

Booker: Oof. What the hell?

Elizabeth: Is something wrong?

Booker: Ahhh, nothin' I can't fix.

Elizabeth: Agh! Oh, it's a bee. I-I hate these things!

Booker: Ah, jeez, just kill it.

Elizabeth: No, it'll sting me!

Booker: Elizabeth!

Elizabeth: I have a better idea.

Booker: What are you doing?

Elizabeth: I'm opening a tear!

[She opens a portal with her hands.]

Booker: Whoa, shit! What is that?

Elizabeth: It's a tear. I used to open them all the time in my tower.

Booker: B--what is a tear?

Elizabeth: It's like a-a...a window. A window to another world. Most of the time they're dull as dishwater: a different-colored towel or tea instead of coffee. But sometimes? Sometimes I see something amazing. And I pull it through.

[She picks a rose from the newly-spawned bush.]

Elizabeth: There.

Booker: Good god. I don't suppose you've got an airship in there.

Elizabeth: I don't think so. But there is...th-there is something...I-- Oh no!

[Songbird flies around and sees Elizabeth's tear.]

Booker: Close it!

Elizabeth: I-I'm trying!

Booker: CLOSE IT!

[The tear disappears before Songbird can wreck anything. The lift descends.]

Booker: I don't really understand what I just saw back there, but it sure as hell looks like a shortcut to getting us killed.

Elizabeth: But I could help...

Booker: I can handle whatever comes along. Trust me.

Elizabeth: Have it your way, I suppose.

[They return toward Soldier's Field.]

Elizabeth: Mr. DeWitt, I--

Booker: The name's Booker.

Elizabeth: I'll be certain to attend to that distinction...Booker...when there's a moment where we're not being shot at. If you're interested, I spotted some supplies over there.

[They fight and defeat another Patriot.]

Booker: They're all gone, c'mon out.

[They board an elevator.]

Booker: I don't think I understand how you...do what you do. These tears.

Elizabeth: I always thought of them as doors. When I was younger, I didn't just open the ones I found; I remember making them.

Booker: ...Making them?

Elizabeth: I could go wherever I wanted, but I always wanted to come back...

Booker: To what?

Elizabeth: I don't know. My family?

Booker: Huh. How do you DO that...whatever it is?

Elizabeth: You know how I said I had plenty of time to read? Well, I tried to figure it out. I read literature on physics and other such things.

Booker: Yeah? And what did that teach you?

Elizabeth: That there's a world of difference between what we see and what is.

[They finally make it back to a deserted Soldier's Field.]

Elizabeth: Booker, up there...another one of those Shock Jockey doors. Maybe we should take a look.

[They fix the controls and call the aerodrome's cable car.]

Elizabeth: The gondola's coming!

[Comstock's voice rings out.]

Comstock: He will abandon you, my sweet Elizabeth. Once he has what he needs, he will leave you alone. What else could you expect from a liar and a killer of women?

Booker: Comstock.

Elizabeth: Father...Prophet...whomever you are, I'm leaving and there's naught you can do to stop me.

Comstock: Oh, sweet child...that's where you're wrong.

Elizabeth: Rockets! Rockets, watch out!

[They hold off the attackers and snag a ride to the aerodrome.]

Elizabeth: When you were unconscious on the beach, you kept repeating a woman's name. Anna.

Booker: I don't wanna talk about that.

Elizabeth: I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried. Where are you from, Mr. DeWitt?

Booker: New York.

Elizabeth: What did you do there?

Booker: Business much like this. Not something that caters writing on a resume.

Elizabeth: It was a fine thing you came along when you did.

Booker: Heh. How do you think I ended up here? I gambled. And now I owe money to men you don't want to be in debt to. I come here to pay it back. Me busting you out -- what do you think that was? Charity?

Elizabeth: Who sent you?

Booker: Somebody who was willing to take my marker in exchange for you.

[They board another elevator.]

Elizabeth: So, looks like they call you the False Shepherd.

Booker: And you the lamb.

Elizabeth: Let's not call each other that.

Booker: Suits me.

Elizabeth: How'd you figure they know you'd be coming?

Booker: Either they've got a prophet on their side...

Elizabeth: Har har.

Booker: ...or them that hired me also wrote the signs.

Elizabeth: Why?

Booker: Got me.

[They enter the First Lady and start the zeppelin.]

Booker: You alright?

Elizabeth: I want to see Paris. I want to see...everything.

Booker: Well, that's up to you now. There's no one--

[Elizabeth notices the coordinates he put into the ship's controls.]

Elizabeth: Wait! What is that? 40 North by 74 West. That's not Paris, that's New York.

Booker: How'd you know that?

Elizabeth: One thing I had in that tower was time, Mr. DeWitt. Time to study things like geography.

Booker: I owed money. And there's a fellow...he offered to wipe away my debt, in exchange for you.

[Elizabeth starts crying.]

Booker: Come on, it-- C'mon, everything's going to be okay. Will you just turn around and talk to me, and we can--

Elizabeth: Whah!

[She clubs him with a monkey wrench.]