Detective Phelps: Detectives Phelps and Earle, LAPD.
Detective Earle: Relax, Cole. Did you just have a blonde in here, Mervin?
Mervin: Sure did. I'm just about to close up. She took me to the cleaners, 400,000 clams and change.
Detective Phelps: How long ago did she leave?
Mervin: Maybe five minutes. Called a cab. Asked for a number, I told there there was a card over the by the phone.
Detective Phelps: Yellow Cab. We need to get after her. Fast. Operator, message for KGPL.
Operator: Putting you through now.
Detective Phelps: Can you connect me to the Yellow Cab Company, Hollywood 2187, please? This is Detective Phelps, LAPD. You dispatched a cab to 1487 Ivar Avenue, Hollywood.
Cab dispatcher: Yes, sir. Sent on around from the pool.
Detective Phelps: Do you have the number of that cab?
Cab dispatcher: Number 179.
Detective Phelps: Thanks. We're done playing around. Get Mervin to give us an address on Ray's place.
Detective Earle: Do you have any idea who Ray is?
Mervin: Sugar Ray?
Detective Not now, Mervin. Cole doesn't have much of a sense of humor at the best of times.
Mervin: Ray runs a shop up on North Cherokee Avenue, just south of Hollywood Boulevard.
Detective Earle: This broad's planning on cleaning out every bookmaker in town.
Detective Phelps: Hammond needed to make sure he was getting a bigger payday than if he'd taken the flop.
Detective Earle: Never trust the limeys, especially where a fight's concerned, a mistake we can't seem to stop making.