L.A. Noire Walkthrough Part 106: "A Walk In Elysian Fields" (2 of 5)
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Biggs: I haven't done this for years.
Man 1: You don't look like a fireman, son.
Phelps: Looks like the same model. Someone was keeping watch. Looks like they were here for quite a while. Brand looks distinctive. Whoever it was, he was wearing boondockers. I would know that imprint anywhere.
LAPD. Can you tell me anything about the fire next door?
Forman: Terrible luck. Imagine, after having won that weekend away.
Phelps: What's your name sir?
Forman: Forman, Dudley Forman.
Phelps: Did you see or hear anything that might have...
Forman: Look, we were asleep when we heard the explosion.
Phelps: You didn't like Morelli, did you?
Forman: Some neighbors you get along with, some you don't. I guess they should have sold up.
Phelps: What do you mean?
Forman: They're knocking down all these old houses and building a new subdivision for Gls. Morelli was being difficult.
Phelps: Did you see anyone hanging around the Morellis' home prior to the explosion?
Forman: Nope. Can't say as I was looking out, though.
Phelps: You sure, Mr. Forman? There's signs of someone hanging around over there by the fence.
Forman: Hey, now that you come to think of it, there was a guy. Kind of tall, skinny though.
Phelps: Anything else?
Forman: Orange lumber jacket. A beat up hat and no hair. I thought he was the pest exterminator guy who was working around here the last few days, but that guy had hair.
Phelps: You said someone is knocking these houses down?
Forman: Elysian Fields. You must know them, their billboards, that Monroe character beaming down at you. We've had an offer for the houses.
Phelps: Did the Morellis want to sell?
Forman: I don't know.
Phelps: Whatever you thought of Morelli, his whole family is dead. They couldn't have all deserved that. I want you to help me here, Forman.
Forman: Morelli was pig-headed. He'd built the house himself. He didn't want to sell. Stubborn fool was ruining it for all of us.
Phelps: You said the Morellis had won a weekend away. To Catalina Island?
Forman: Yeah, that's right. First thing I thought after the explosion was, "Thank goodness, they was away." But then I found out they were still in there.
Phelps: Who was running the competition?
Forman: What? I don't know.
Phelps: You didn't enter yourself?
Forman: I'd already agreed to sell. The competition was an incentive for those who were still thinking about it.
Phelps: Thanks for your time, Mr. Forman.
Forman: Sure. Hey, if you're interested, I have one of those competition flyers in the kitchen. I can get it for you, if you like?
Phelps: That would be great.
Biggs: Any luck, Cole?
Phelps: A couple of things. What did you pick up?
Biggs: A folded piece of paper. Looks complicated.
Phelps: Japanese call it origami. Can I take a look?
Biggs: Sure.
Phelps: Paper crane. There is a legend about them. You fold 1,000 of these and you get a wish.
Biggs: Hey, don't break it.
Phelps: I'm not. I'm unfolding it. It looks like a waybill or a flyer.
Biggs: For what?
Phelps: For Elysian Fields Developments.
Forman: Oh, I see you already have one.
Phelps: When did the flyer arrive in your mailbox?
Forman: They've been arriving for weeks. This one was in the mailbox when I got home from work yesterday afternoon.
Phelps: I need an address for a property developer. Elysian Fields Developments.
Operator: One moment, Detective. The address is 748 North Oxford Avenue, Wilshire. Anything else?
Phelps: Messages please.
Operator: You have a message: contact Captain McKelty immediately.
Phelps: Thanks. Can you put me through operator?
Operator: Of course. Here you are.
Phelps: Commander.
Cpt. McKelty: Any leads on the Morelli fire?
Phelps: We're about to go and visit Elysian Fields Developments.
Cpt. McKelty: You're about to do what? Leland Monroe, he's a personal friend of the Mayor and the Chief. Are you out of your mind? I'm warning you, Phelps.
Phelps: Commander, we have a line of inquiry.
Cpt. McKelty: You have something, you bring it to me. You're hanging by a thread, Phelps. Do you understand?
Phelps: Yes, sir.
Cpt. McKelty: Good. Have a report on my desk today.
Phelps: McKelty has warned us off over Elysian.
Biggs: Makes sense. It's a dead end. We should check out Rancho Escondido.
Phelps: You know the place?
Biggs: Sure. Corner of Fountain and Wilton. Let's go. You got to be kidding me. We're driving this? It's a shame about Chapman. The Arson desk has been trying to nail that son of a bitch for years.
Phelps: He's still in custody, Herschel.
Biggs: Want to bet? They'll have kicked him loose already. Can't hold him for misdemeanor cigarettes and matches.