Woman: And thank you, ma'am. You have a safe trip, now. Where are you boys headed today?
Phelps: LAPD. We're after the driver of All American two four nine. Would have been around midnight onwards last night.
Woman: Just a minute. Frank Zeferelli. He's your man.
Phelps: Where can we find him?
Woman: Frank is out on the seven-four.
Phelps: Can you tell us the route?
Woman: Hang on. I should have it mapped out here somewhere.
Phelps: We'll need to run the loop.
Galloway: We're not going to drive the whole thing, are we?
Phelps: Won't take long. We have a siren.
Galloway: All American seven-four. Let's go get him. This could be a long trip, Cole.
Phelps: Or it could be a short one.
Galloway: And here's me without my hipflask and only a pain in the ass for company.
Phelps: Way to kick off the drive in high spirits, Rusty. Comments like that put me in just the right mood for some leg work.
Phelps: You know what your problem is? You don't like hard work. This kind of rigorous search is what police work is all about. Discipline.
Galloway: Save it, Phelps. You're just as bored as I am. Still no sign of him?
Phelps: Did you doze off, Rusty? I think you slept through my solving the case.
Galloway: Yeah, yeah, very funny. Just give me a nudge if you see him, all right?
Phelps: How about you nudge me?
Galloway: I think that's a job for your wife, Phelps.
Phelps: Oh, Rusty. How long is this bus route?
Galloway: It actually covers an area around the size of Central Division.
Phelps: The probability is we'll find it about half way around.
Galloway: Bad luck says we'll be chasing it all night.
Phelps: This is starting to grate a little.
Galloway: You know, whatever happened to the joys of rigorous search? Dogged police work, you know? That's the bus we're looking for. Ease in behind her and get her to the side of the road. That's the bus we're looking for. Ease in behind her and get her to the side of the road.
Frank: There some kind of problem buddy?
Phelps: LAPD. We're investigating a murder. You had a sailor and a woman in a green dress on your bus late last night.
Frank: That's correct.
Phelps: And the woman got off first? Around 2:00 a.m.?
Frank: Yeah, that's right. And the sailor stayed on all the way to Downtown.
Phelps: Can you tell us where you let the woman off?
Frank: On California Street. To tell you the truth, she looked a little lost. Like she had got off on the wrong stop or something. I didn't like dropping her off near that hobo camp.
Phelps: You've been a big help, Mr. Zefereli.
Galloway: So Sailor Boy escapes by the seat of his bell-bottomed trousers. He left the broad alive.
Phelps: Left her by the hobo camp.
Galloway: Which means he's as good as killed her.
Phelps: We can't eliminate any of them. But the disfigured man should be our starting point.
Galloway: I'm going to call for some backup. These 'bos hate cops.
Phelps: I think we ought to investigate the hobo lead.
Galloway: If you think we ought to, then I guess we ought.