Cole: Hello, Jack. This is Detective Roy Earle.
Jack: Hello, Cole.
Cole: We would like a word.
Jack: Would you like to come inside?
Cole: Actually, we'd prefer if you'd came downtown with us. Do you mind?
Jack: Do I have any choice?
Roy: No, you don't.
Jack: Are you going to tell me what this is all about?
Cole: It would be better for all of us if we discussed it at the station.
Jack: Bad move, Cole.
Cole: How have you been, Jack?
Jack: Cut the crap. You pick me up in front of my apartment like a common criminal and then expect small talk. Fuck you!
Cole: Do you know that there's a gang war going on in LA trying to recover that stolen morphine?
Jack: That has nothing to do with me.
Roy: I'm sure it would be gripping to hear more of your life story, boys, but the truth is I don't give a fuck. You were on the boat, Kelso. What happened?
Jack: Do you really think a bunch of Marines could muscle in on the dope rackets in this town? Between the Vice Squad and the mob, I hear it's pretty sewn up.
Roy: You'd better watch your mouth.
Cole: Did you know that Eddie McGoldrick recently came into money and bought a nightclub?
Jack: No, I didn't know that.
Cole: Then you didn't know that some mobsters blew his brains out last night?
Jack: No, I didn't.
Cole: You heard that a crate of BARs went missing?
Jack: No, I didn't.
Cole: I saw Felix Alvarro today.
Jack: Good, how was he?
Cole: A little pale. One of Mickey Cohen's goons had emptied about 60 BAR rounds into the bus he was driving. A public bus in the middle of Hollywood. Are you going to tell me what's going on, or do more innocent people have to die?
Jack: Yeah, and what's in it for you, Cole? Newspapers? More glory? Another promotion? Another medal at the expense of men who fought for their country? Count me out.
Cole: What do you know about the Army Surplus robbery from the Coolridge, Jack?
Jack: What I know is that on three separate occasions you would have been dead if it weren't for me. I don't know anything about the robbery.
Cole: People are dying because morphine intended to help servicemen is being used on the street. Now we have guys from our old unit being killed by mobsters. We can put two and two together, Jack!
Jack: Gratitude isn't a concept that has much effect on you, is it, Cole?
Cole: Answer the question, Jack. Let's get this over with.
Jack: I was interviewed when the robbery took place. I don't have anything further to add.
Cole: Jack, we just want information.
Jack: Bullshit, Cole. Did you seriously believe that dragging me down here would get me to give up my own guys? You call yourself a Marine? Trying to make a name for yourself with this shitheel? Look at this chump with his $200 suit and $2000 car.
Roy: The tough guy act is really impressive. I like you, Jack. I'd like to make you for this. I really would. I'm going to be working on it and keeping an eye on you. You can go now.
Police officer: Shooting, Robert's Diner, 6780 West Sunset Boulevard. The victim is a Chris Majewski.
Roy: Another name for the manifest? How many more of your friends are going to get plugged today?
Talk about tension. That was like being trapped in an elevator with a married couple who can't decide whether they love each other or hate each other.
Cole: We go back a long way.
Roy: You went too easy on him. Next time, you leave it to me. I know how to handle that smug son of a bitch.
Cole: You don't. Jack will never give up his own men.