Detective Phelps: That's the son of a bitch right there. William Shelton?
Detective Phelps: It doesn't look good, Shelton, you packing your bags and making a run for it. You know why we're here?
Shelton: Yes, the accident.
Detective Phelps: We've got witnesses who could put this car at the scene, not to mention the physical damage. This is open and shut, Shelton.
Detective Bekowsky: That coward thinks he can run from everything.
No wonder he killed someone, driving like this.
Don't let that asshole get away.
Shelton: All right, I give up!
Detective Bekowsky: That's it. Cuff him and we're done.
Detective Phelps: Give it up! LAPD!
Woman: The gun, gun!
Detective Phelps: How does a vehicular manslaughter rap sound, Shelton?
Shelton: I hit him. I admit it. I just panicked. But it wasn't my fault!
Detective Phelps: What do you mean?
Shelton: The guy jumped right out in front of me. He came out of nowhere. There was nothing I could do about it.
Detective Phelps: Why didn't you stop?
Shelton: I've had accidents before.
Detective Phelps: That's it. We're done here. The DA is going to love you.
Shelton: They weren't all my fault. I'm a surveyor. I need my license for my job. There were people around. A woman and a man were standing right next to him. I thought they could get him to a hospital. I'm telling you, it's not my fault!
Detective Phelps: The guy is dead, Shelton.
Shelton: You can't be serious.
Detective Phelps: William Shelton, you're coming Downtown. We need to talk about a manslaughter charge.
Leave the coroner and the paperwork. Procedure can wait. We should probably go speak to the wife, let her know what's happening.
Detective Bekowsky: Okay. You become all heart at the prospect of paperwork, don't you?
Detective Phelps: So the wife was there when it happened, but then left the scene?
Detective Bekowsky: You're right. That's pretty unusual behavior.
Detective Phelps: She could be in shock. I saw some people do some strange things in the war after their buddies got hurt.
Detective Bekowsky: Maybe. Maybe she doesn't give a fuck. According to the patrons, her old man was a piece of work.
Detective Phelps: You don't think . . . ?
Detective Bekowsky: Phelps, the guy was run over. So it worked out well for this broad. So what? Maybe she deserved to catch a break. Who knows?