Cole: We've heard enough, Arquero. Put down your weapon.
You're making a big mistake, Arquero.
Man 1: Come on, Cole. Carlo's a dead man. Hammond, too, when I find him.
Cole: Throw out the guns.
Man 2: Where are you? You limey cocksucker.
Man 3: Find your cover.
You're covered, Phelps.
Move! I've gotcha.
You're clear, go!
Cole: It's time to come out now, Hammond!
Put the gun down, Roy! That son of a bitch owes me a lot of money.