Phelps: Here, the apartment's up on the top floor.
Galloway: Don't bother knocking. Just kick the door in. Take a look around and see what you can find.
Phelps: Got to get this to Ray. These size eight's could place Mendez at the scene. Carruthers could match the color and brand to the body. Consistent with Celine's injuries, and the blood can be typed.
Galloway: We have the murder weapon. Better get Pinker down here.
Phelps: Why keep it? Why not throw it away?
Galloway: You think these clowns are geniuses? Thank your stars you caught a break. Captain Donald will begin to like you.
Mendez: Hey! What gives?
Phelps: LAPD. You're under arrest.
Galloway: Do not lose that son of a bitch! I'll go get our wheels.
Phelps: Mendez, stop right there. You don't need to do this, Alonzo.
Galloway: Get in and drive. I got an idea. Get him next to my window, Cole. Keep me along side his vehicle, and I'll stop the son of a bitch.
Don't go to sleep on me. Get me back in close. Hit him, Cole! Spin him out. I'll try to shoot out his tires. Wish me luck. Hit it! Clean this asshole off the road.
Phelps: You're under arrest for the murder of Celine Henry. Put your hands where I can see them!
Mendez: I ain't saying a goddamn thing.
Cpt. Donnelly: You did a grand job, lads. Phelps, that's quite a way to acquit yourself on your first outing as a homicide investigator. It seems this city has a new and vengeful guardian.
Considering the evidence against your suspect, and the thoroughness with which your report was compiled, I foresee a safe passage through the courts, and the D.A. agrees with me. Brutality on a scale such as this deserves retribution. The people and the press of this city demand it.