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L.A. Noire Walkthrough Part 69: "The Quarter Moon Murders" (7 of 7)

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Man: All units a citizen reports a 211 in progress at Ninth and Grand. Unit to handle Code Three, identify.

Galloway: Reminds me of my days as an altar boy.

Phelps: There's a light coming from the house.

Mason: Nothing hasty, gentlemen. Keep your hands were I can see them or I will be forced to redecorate the stucco with your entrails.

Phelps: We're from the LAPD, sir. I'm going to tell you only once to lower your weapon.

Mason: The LAPD, you say? Is it really possible you could have found me after all this time? How interesting.

Galloway: Put down the gun, shitbird. Last warning!

Mason: This boorish ignoramus could never have found me. It was you, wasn't it? Do you remember me, Detective?

Phelps: The temp bartender.

Mason: Yes. You found me. You know what I'm capable of and yet you walk in here like lambs dressed for the slaughter.

Galloway: We'll see about that! Where did he go?

Phelps: Down the tunnel? LAPD! Give yourself up! If we could bring him in alive, there's enough physical evidence for an airtight case.

Galloway: Your heard him Cole. He's fucking nuts! What are the chances of hauling him out of here alive?

Phelps: I hate to think what he's done with this thing. Medical experience, maybe. At least some working knowledge of biology. He's cruel and he's methodical. It's the basis for all his riddles. Prometheus defied the cruel gods. This guy thinks he's doing the same thing.

Galloway: Defying gods can be hazardous to your health.

Phelps: You realize this must have been the place, Rusty.

Galloway: We're going down there?

Phelps: I'll go. Call for backup and keep an eye out above ground and see where this think comes out. Don't let me down, Rusty.

Galloway: Where's the press, Cap? I think Phelps and I should get a medal for this. This has got to be the case of the year, right? The case of the century when you think about it.

Cpt. Donnelly: Are you finished?

Galloway: Yes, Skipper.

Cpt. Donnelly: Good because there won't be any press briefing or commendations.

Galloway: What are you talking about? We got the Werewolf. The guy who killed the Dahlia, killed all the other broads.

Cpt. Donnelly: You got no one. Mason was a ghost.

Phelps: Can you at least tell us why, Captain?

Cpt. Donnelly: Mason is the half brother of one of the most highly elected officials in this country.

Galloway: How high?

Cpt. Donnelly: Beyond the moon from mere mortals like us, Rusty. There will be no more mention of him. The city owes you both. But they'll be no mileage in ever bringing it up again.

Phelps: What's going to happen to the suspects in the cases, Captain? I won't be part of that.

Cpt. Donnelly: A bit of missing evidence at the Grand Jury. A procedural error here, a mistake there. They'll all be quietly let go. The DA knows how he'll have to play it.

Phelps: So that's it?

Cpt. Donnelly: I'm afraid it is. And I have some news for you, Phelps. No more rooting around in the entrails of cadavers and corpses for you. The head of Vice has asked the Chief for you. I'm reluctant to see you go to the glory boys of Ad Vice but my hands are tied. Go home to that lovely wife of yours and celebrate your promotion.

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