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L.A. Noire Walkthrough Part 17: "A Marriage Made In Heaven" (5 of 5)

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Detective Bekowsky: Son, you're a couple of slates short of a full roof.

Detective Phelps: Well, you don't see that every day.

We can put a driver in front of the judge in less than a week.

Coroner: You'd be making a big mistake.

Detective Bekowsky: Run that by me again?

Coroner: The victim was dead before the car hit him. Two puncture wounds to the right side of the thorax. Second puncture reached his heart.

Detective Phelps: You're kidding me.

Coroner: Been doing this job 23 years, son, and no one has ever laughed at one of my jokes.

Detective Phelps: He was stabbed to death?

Coroner: Long sharp knife. Length of a bayonet.

Detective Phelps: We found a knife in the alleyway.

Coroner: Where is it now? Was it bagged?

Detective Phelps: By Patrolman Kaplan.

Coroner: Perfect. I'll get you a definite match.

Detective Bekowsky: Jesus, we've got them. Murder One. We were right there, and they tried to stare us down. Now they'll both get the gas chamber.

We have the knife, we have the coroner's report and I bet we could roll Sabo as a witness.

Detective Bekowsky: Let's bring her in.

Coroner: Not on your life buster!

Detective Phelps: You know the way, you can drive.

Detective Bekowsky: So where do you want to go?

Detective Phelps: We've spoken to the coroner, Mrs. Pattison. He confirmed your husband's cause of death. We'd like you to come Downtown and answer some questions.

Lorna: It wasn't me. It was Leroy's idea. Leroy stabbed him. I had nothing to do with it.

Detective Phelps: Were is Leroy now?

Lorna: He's in the beedroom.

Leroy: You're very good Lorna.

Detective Phelps: Put the gun down, Leroy. If you do something stupid now, you don't stand a chance in front of the grand jury.

Leroy: Nice of you to give me up, sweetheart. All that whispering in my ear. Telling me how we had to get rid of him, how good it could be, all the money we could claim. All that planning! How to get him into the street, how to make it look like an accident.

Lorna: For God's sake Leroy, shut up!

Leroy: You had all the bases covered, baby.

Lorna: I had nothing to do with it.

Leroy: You think I'm going to fry for you, Lorna?

Lorna: He's a crazy man. Shoot him. Shoot him, for God's sake.

Detective Phelps: It's too late Sabo.

Sabo, stop, or I will shoot!

Man: There he is!

Woman 1: Hurry! You can still catch him!

Leroy: Come on, flatfoot. Let's negotiate.

Detective Phelps: Put the weapon down, now!

Put your weapons down and your hands in the air!

Woman 2: Help me!

Detective Bekowsky: You look spooked, Phelps. I thought you'd been under fire before.

Detective Phelps: It never gets any easier, Bekowsky.

Captain Leary: So I give you a hit and run. You bring me back fraud, conspiricy, and first-degree murder. This is how a good detective operates, Phelps. You take nothing at face value. You keep digging and asking questions until you get to the truth. You've got some sharp elbows on you, Detective. I like that. Keep up the good work.

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