Robert: They just walked up and shot the man! Two of them, officers. They went that way!
Earle: Go on! Get after him! I can't hit a target that isn't there, Phelps. Hit him, Cole. Spin him out. Keep it steady and I'll try to bust his tires. Get in close and steer him off the tar. I'll try for the tires. Keep your foot down. Step on it, huh? Just get me a little closer. I can't take the shot from here, Cole.
Phelps: Watch it. These guys aren't going to go quietly. Open fire!
Cohen is meeting with Sheldon tonight. An LAPD file. We have a traitor in our midst. All of the names on the list have a hit team assigned to them.
Earle: We need to get to those guys fast. Otherwise there will be no case.
Phelps: They're taking out all the guys from the ship.
Earle: Why? How does that get them the dope?
Phelps: They obviously don't know who has the morphine. And they're waiting for someone to crack.
Earle: They're giving ground. Move up! We're going to tag the rest of them.
Phelps: Wrong time to run out of ammo.