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L.A. Noire Walkthrough Part 8: "Buyer Beware" (4 of 4)

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Narrator: The case that makes you and the case that breaks you. The one you never saw. The one that keeps you awake at night. The case that gnaws at your guts and ruins your marriage. The case that keeps you propping up a bar as you relive the what-ifs, the might-have-beens, the half-leads, and the half-truths. The case that other cops murmur about whenever you walk past. The case you never ever discuss.

Donnelly: God's mill may grind slowly, but it grinds finely, son. I hear it's you who nabbed our malefactor from the shooting yesterday.

Phelps: Yes, sir.

Donnelly: Then, tell me, boy, I hear you're quite the climber, a man of initiative. How would you like a chance at smiting this man with the sword of justice?

Phelps: You're asking me to conduct the interview, sir?

Donnelly: I am, young Phelps. You've only been with us a short time, and you've assembled yourself a stellar arrest record. Not to mention the fine work you did in the war sending heathens back to the hell they came from. But I'm curious as to whether you can turn your hand to interrogation. Takes a certain animal cunning, lad. Do you think you might be ready for that?

Phelps: Yes sir, I think I am.

Donnelly: Good man. You need many things for a conviction, young Phelps: a motive, opportunity, hard evidence, and best of all, a confession. If you fail in the former, you can always use a modicum of violence to obtain the latter. How are you feeling, lad?

Phelps: Fine, sir.

Donnelly: Very good. The evidence is overwhelming. May the cat eat them and, the cat be eaten by the devil. Bring me a confession, young Phelps. This is your chance. Don't fail me.

Kalou: Has my lawyer arrived yet? I want to see my lawyer.

Phelps: A lawyer can't help you Mr. Kalou. You shot a man dead in cold blood. You're going to have to pay for that.

You followed Everett Gage and a girl back to the shoe store. You put five rounds in Gage's back.

Kalou: Gage was a bastard. Whatever he got, he got what was coming, but it had nothing to do with me.

Phelps: You shot Gage, and we know why. We can put you at the scene.

Kalou: You can't prove anything.

Phelps: We know all about the argument. Miss Galetta made a statement.

Kalou: You're counting on the girl? You think her testimony's gonna stand up in court?

Phelps: You're going to the gas chamber, Edgar.

Kalou: That Jew-hating fuck couldn't leave me alone! I had a sale! That girl was ready to buy!

Phelps: Let's change the subject. You fasting for Yom Kippur, Mr. Kalou?

Kalou: Yeah, let's change the subject, you goy motherfucker! How about baseball?

Phelps: You're not denying you're a Jew, Mr. Kalou?

Kalou: This is America. It's not Germany. It's not a crime.

Phelps: Some people don't like Jews, Mr. Kalou.

Kalou: Yeah, and I guess you're one of them.

Phelps: Gage hated Jews, didn't he, Mr. Kalou?

Kalou: I don't know what you're talking about.

Phelps: You left-wing-leaning parasite, you expect me to sit here and listen to your drivel?

Kalou: You call me that? You sit there, and you call me those names, you goddamn goy putznasher! You and that schtup Gage!

Phelps: Why did you do it, Mr. Kalou?

Kalou: Gage, he's in the Chamber of Commerce. He's in with all those momzers. He blocked every proposal I ever put forward. Kike this and kike that. He's been trying to ruin my business for years.

Phelps: Edgar Kalou, I'm charging you with the first degree murder of Everett Gage. I respect your beliefs and your right to hold them. I hope, for your sake, the jury can commute to murder in the second degree. May God have mercy on you, sir.

Donnelly: Masterfully done, Officer Phelps. It is just Officer Phelps, isn't it, lad?

Phelps: Yes, sir.

Donnelly: Then let me have a word with the Chief of Police, young Phelps. The department needs heroes, a shining, honest face the public can admire. I applaud a man with your talent for unwavering justice. Back to your duties for now, boy. But here's a piece of advice. Get yourself two suits. Get them pressed. You'll be needing them.

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