Elsa: Take a break, boys.
Cole: We would like them to stay, Miss Lichtmann. We're making inquiries into the recent deaths of four musicians.
Musician: Since when have the police cared about dead black men?
Roy: Good point - we don't. What we care about is two tons of Army surplus morphine showing up on the street. If you care about working in this town, you better give me something on Bittleston and Bowe, or their knucklehead buddies Tyree and Lamont.
Elsa: And this is your idea of making inquiries, [German 00:00:53].
Roy: I've told you a thousand times about speaking that German gibberish at me, Elsa.
Cole: Roy, how about you get a drink while I see to this?
Elsa: Will you sit down?
Cole: Why antagonize him, Elsa? You know what he's capable of.
Elsa: Ask your questions, Herr Officer. We have work to do.
Cole: People are dying of overdoses. If you know anything about it, you need to tell me.
Elsa: I can't help you.
Musician: A lot of cats are into the thing. That's nothing special about your boys.
Cole: You can do this the easy way, with me, or I can call my partner back over. I can assure you he's a lot less sensitive.
Elsa: You think you're threats frighten me?
Musician: Black men don't supply nothing. You think there is a black man in this town holding on to two tons of morphine? He'd be dead in a minute. White man supplies. Black man buys.
Cole: My partner mentioned a couple of names. You recognize them?
Elsa: I have no idea what you are talking about.
Cole: The only way you are going to get rid of me is to give me an answer.
Elsa: I knew Cornell. We worked together a few years ago. He loved the music, but the music didn't love him.
Cole: What does that mean?
Musician: It means that he just wasn't that good. He was a sad, lonely cat.
Elsa: Boys, takes five minutes, please. I need to have a private word with the officer. Why do you ask people to risk talking about a subject that could have them jailed?
Cole: Drugs are against the law, Elsa.
Elsa: Are you so full of courage you have never felt ashamed?
Officer: This is getting us nowhere.
Elsa: Do you think you will win your war against narcotics?
Cole: It's not my war. It's against the law. My job is to prosecute the laws of the city.
Elsa: Do you think you can stop people from needing drugs, Detective?
Cole: I'm asking the questions here!
Elsa: Then why do you come to me with your stupid questions? You know who controls the drugs in this city.
Cole: It's not enough to just survive, Elsa. You have to try and make the world a better place...
Elsa: Brave words and very noble. But words are just words, Cole Phelps.
Roy: She's right. We need to pay a visit to the Mickster.
Cole: Cohen. You know where to find him?
Roy: This time of day, you'll find him holding court at the Mocambo.
Cole: He can wait. There's something I need to be sure of. Give me till tomorrow morning.
Roy: Don't do anything I wouldn't do, partner.