This is just my attempt at a transcript.
BE: Yesterday morning, I had some things to attend to, but I called you in what I thought was a reasonable time.
LE: You did?
BE: At that time, you said that you'd give me a little bit of leeway for a couple of days until my ducks lined up...or whatever term you prefer to use.
LE: And that's true.
BE: So what I was doing was making arrangements to get my ducks lined up.
LE: OK.
BE: And I've gotten up here. So here I am. Now, OK, OK. We've been through this road already. Everybody is their (?). And law enforcement people are gonna be like everybody else...like every other individual. Now, I haven't talked anymore about Eunsoon's problems, or my problems, because frankly, you're not my priest. And you're not my doctor. And both roles have their place. You know, God has a place in society sometimes. But I'm just not gonna say any more about Eunsoon, or myself, right now. Because...
LE: With the understanding that...?
BE: No, I'm not gonna cut you off. I've always tried to live by the motto that there's no defense against the truth, but sometimes, it's hard to find the truth out. You got one side, the other side, and something down the middle that people might perceive to be the truth. Now, when this other fire was roaring last month...I don't know if you've ever lived in a rural area, but most people are signed up for the firefighting crew. And I wouldn't go to (?) while I was a carpenter, only making maybe 8 or 9 dollars an hour up there. And I'm talking about a professional (?), somebody that knows what he's doing, and works for the (government?). And I guess you could compare that to a carpenter, or unless they're out of the union, I think the scale is maybe about 38 dollars an hour now. When he's got a chance to go to work with the Forest Service for 20 or 15 hours, they pay 24 hours a day plus their meals. They know it's dangerous. (??)
LE: Mhmm.
BE: They will! And I used to be driving through places like that, and if you had a pair of shoes close to the fire, you'd get...what would you call it? You'd get volunteer (not sure). Park your car, and they'll show you how to be a firefighter.
*Time lapse, BE left alone. LE comes back with another man.*
LE: Alright Larry, your (?) came back. You know your other name, right?
Guy: Curtis, or Gerald, or Gerry, or whatever name you're going by this week.
LE: Curtis Kimball.
Guy: Curtis Kimball. Are Gerald, uh, Mockerman...?
LE: Mockerman. Ring a bell?
BE: No.
*Another lapse; the room is empty. BE comes back in along with LE.*
LE: Do you need another Coke?
BE: No.
LE: You alright? Do you need a candy bar or something?
BE: No. I'll be honest with you, I gotta eat small meals about four times a day, five times a day.
LE: You need something?
BE: I'm fine.
LE: You sure? I'll run down to the candy machine.
BE: No, it's...it's fine.
*LE leaves*
LE: Maybe she hurt herself, and you're concerned about that getting out, 'cause she's hung herself.
BE: No. There's no truth to what you're thinking. If she's suicidal? Yeah, she's not. But she's not as (?) as she used to be. And what else can I say? I don't chase younger women. It's just something that happened. What can I say?