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L.A. Noire Walkthrough Part 1: Intro and "Upon Reflection" (1 of 2)

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Narrator: The City on the verge of greatness. A new type of city based not on the man, but on the automobile. The car, the symbol of freedom and vitality.

Where every man can own his own home and have room to breath and not be overlooked by his neighbors. The city where a man's home is his castle. A quarter acre of the dream made possible by victory. The city of opportunists. The city of dreams where Hollywood will shape the thoughts and desires of the entire planet.

The city of pioneers. The city of dreamers. A city of undercurrents where not everything is as it seems. A 20th century city that will become a model for the world. The city that has no boundaries that will stretch as far as the eye can see.

In the marine corp, you deal with the chain of command. Mistakes get made, but you deal with them. You know what you're fighting for and that you're on the same team. But dealing with corruption is like chasing shadows. You never know whether the guy you're talking to is on the path or whether it's your partner or maybe even the watch commander. So who do you trust, Cole? I made up my mind a long time ago.

KGPL: KGPL calling Car 14 Adam, 14 Adam, come in.

Dunn: Go ahead, KGPL.

KGPL: 14 Adam, see the detective, an ambulance shooting at Sixth and Industrial Street. Unit 16 William requests uniformed assistance for an evidence search, 14 Adam, Code Two

Dunn: Roger, 14 Adam en route. Here we go again. They don't request uniforms for an evidence search unless there's some kind of catch.

Phelps: Ever the optimist.

Dunn: From the beam of sunshine himself.

Rose: Floyd Rose, Homicide. You my back up?

Phelps: Yes, sir. Phelps and Dunn, Wilshire Division.

Rose: We had a shooting took place down this alleyway. We have the vic, Scooter Peyton, a negro male bagged up and on his way to central morgue. Witness says a tall white guy, our shooter, put two in the vic's head and then threw his piece. I need you guys to try and recover the gat.

Phelps: You want us to look anywhere in particular?

Rose: Give it your best shot guys. The dead guy's a low life. I'm not expecting any miracles here.

Phelps? If we recover the weapon?

Rose: Bag it and return it to technical services.

Galloway: Will you hurry it up, Floyd?

Rose: I'm out of here.

Galloway: We got places to be.

Rose: Happy hunting.

Dunn: This is a fist hump. Just going through the motions.

Phelps: Probably right. Let's just get it over and done.

Dunn: All right, have it your way. We'll search right up to the back wall. If you still don't come up with anything, come find me and we'll talk it out. Two heads are always better than one.

Phelps: Look it. Shooter put him up against the wall and blew his brains out.

Dunn: Hell of a way to go.

Phelps: Doesn't really matter how you go once you're gone.

Dunn: Don't get all deep on me, Phelps.

Phelps: Ralph, there's something on the rooftop.

Dunn: How the hell did you see that?

Phelps: Reflection in the window. Looks like it might be our weapon. I'm going to see if I can find a way up there.

Dunn: All right. Don't hurt yourself. The guns up on the roof right? So we need to find a way up. What kind of chumps do these Homicide guys think we are?

Phelps: Smith and Wesson, serial S71893. Two rounds fired. And instead of dropping it down a drain, our shooter hoists it up here. Interesting guy.

Dunn: We should follow up on this now before the perp tries to leave town. We have the gun, Cole. Let's take it back to central. We could get a commendation.

Phelps: You showed some initiative, Ralph. Let's see if we can come up with an owner.

Dunn: That's a long shot, Cole.

Phelps: It's a pretty fancy gun. You know a local gun store?

Dunn: Sure. There's a place a couple of blocks from here. You sure about this? It's not really our gig.

Phelps: No harm in doing some digging. The suits didn't seem to give much of a damn.

Dunn: Such a little boy scout, Cole. You can't wait to get out of that uniform, can you?

Phelps: You'd rather round up drugs and help old ladies across the road?

Dunn: I'd rather get through the day without the Captain's foot up my ass.

Phelps: It'll be fine, Ralph. You worry too much.

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