Phelps: Officers Phelps and Dunn. Can you tell us anything about this gun?
Gun Store Owner: Smith and Wesson Model 27. Registered Magnum, chambered for .357, nickel plated with pearl grips. Same gun used by General Patton.
Dunn: You're not suggesting he's the owner?
Gun Store Owner: No, I'm not.
Phelps: You seem to know a lot about the weapon.
Gun Store Owner: I ought to. I sold it. You know, this piece will stop a rhino. These babies are only available special order. Here's my Smith and Wesson order book.
Phelps: You mind if I take a look?
Gun Store Owner: Be my guest. This is about something bad, right?
Dunn: Model 27 with pearl grips, Cole. You see it on there?
Phelps: We're in luck. Errol Schroeder. 203 South Glass Street. Ordered the gun in February '46. Thanks, you've been a big help.
Gun Store Owner: Anytime. Always happy to help out the LAPD.
Dunn: Do we call it in?
Phelps: Let's see if he's at home. Owning the gun doesn't prove he pulled the trigger.
Dunn: Okay. In for a penny, in for a pound. Lead away, Gunga Din.
Phelps: Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Just because we're in uniform, doesn't mean we can't use our initiative.
Dunn: I guess so. Seems a little too good to be true. One of a kind murder weapon, bought locally using a real name. If Schroeder's our shooter, he's no criminal mastermind.
Phelps: Most of them aren't, that's why they get caught. And two out of every three crimes are done on impulse.
Dunn: Another fact from the Phelps Encyclopedia of Thin Air. You really are full of it.
Phelps: Schroeder. Apartment two.
Schroeder: What do you guys want?
Phelps: I'm officer Cole Phelps, this is officer Dunn, Wilshire Division. You're the owner of a Smith and Wesson Model 27, nickel plated with pearl grips?
Schroeder: I might be. What of it?
Phelps: Then you'll be surprised to know that Scooter Peyton was murdered tonight, with your gun.
Schroeder: You're out of your mind. Scooter? He works for me. I have that gun here in my drawer. What the fuck is going on here?
Phelps: You're under arrest, Schroeder. Cuff him, Ralph.
Schroeder: No way! You're not taking me down for this.
Phelps: Ralph, are you all right?
Dunn: I'm fine, I hardly felt it. He's lucky he caught me off guard.
Phelps: Keep an eye on him, Ralph. I'm going to take a look around. A list of names and a series of numbers. Floyd Rose's name is in this book.
Dunn: Phelps, we can come out of this all bright and shiny with a commendation, or stick our schlongs in a hornet's nest. Call it in, partner, and leave the book where you found it.
Phelps: Officer Phelps, badge 1-2-4-7, requesting...
Sergeant: You dumb fucking sons of bitches, get in this line now before I lose my temper.
Phelps: Excuse me, Sergeant, but...
Sergeant: Excuse me? Fuck you. You say another word and I'll break your fucking head and have you in the brig.
Kelso: Some of us are here for...
Sergeant: I know why you are here, asswipe. I'm having a bad day, Private. Some people don't seem to want to get on this bus.
Phelps: I didn't ask for your help.
Sergeant: He didn't ask for your help. Can you believe this guy? Who are you two, Abbot and Costello?
Merrill: We're here for OCS, Sergeant.
Sergeant: So it's the Three fucking Stooges and you're here for OCS. God help this fucking country and the USMC. The Japanese will do the world a favor and kill you quickly. All three of you are on report. What are your fucking names?
Sergeant: Any other gentlemen for OCS? OCS is at Elliott. You take the Camp Elliott Bus over there. This bus is for MCRD. This bus is for men who want to fight.