Man: Can I help you, sir?
Phelps: Detectives, LAPD. This is very important, sir. How do we get to the top of the chandelier?
Man: You what?
Galloway: Have a little faith, pal. We're in a real hurry.
Man: Head up to the top floor. There's an access panel and a ladder in the maintenance room.
Phelps: I'm going out there, Rusty.
Galloway: Better you than me. Be careful, it could be a trap.
Phelps: Deidre Moller's missing watch. From the temples high of man's ear and eye, roofed over sculptures and poesy. Where have I seen that?
Galloway: Jesus Christ, Cole! Get off that goddamn thing!
Phelps: Find a rope, Rusty!
Rusty: There isn't time. See if you can swing that thing from side to side. Get it over to the edge, then jump for it.
Galloway: Yeah, well, the higher you climb, the further you fall.
Phelps: Let's get out of here.
Galloway: Another Dahlia clue?
Phelps: No. A yellow gold wristwatch.
Galloway: The Moller dame.
Phelps: Yes. And a scrap of the poem.
Galloway: Another location?
Phelps: If I can work it out. He keeps mementos from all his victims.
Galloway: This guy needs to be taken out of circulation.
Phelps: He takes pleasure at stringing us along, demonstrating how much smarter he is.
Galloway: He can enjoy it while it lasts. We got you now, genius. We're coming for you.