Rusty: You know, there are times when you really miss a nightstick. There's more religion in the end of a nightstick than in a hundred cathedrals.
Policeman: I'm not gonna tell you again, sir.
Man: Don't tell me when and how I can come and go on my own property!
Policeman: It is not safe, sir.
Man: This is America, dickhead!
Policeman: Now step back, or I'll lock you up for affray.
Man: You smart-mouth son of a bitch!
Rusty: Come back here. You're not getting off that easy. That's done it Cole. We're going to have to pacify these poor saps.
Policeman: Good thing you showed up when you did, Detectives. Those folks were baying for blood.
Rusty: Okay then. Let's see if there's anything left to take a look at.
Cole: The mortar is like dust. Is that normal in a fire?
Rusty: You would expect some shrinkage in the heat but it looks like the cement barely adhered to the brick. Doesn't appear to be any wall ties either. This thing looks like it was built on the cheap. If we're paying a visit to Elysian and ruining my career, let's bite the bullet and get on with it.