Bekowsky: Empty. Should have know that Archer broad would have given us a false address. We should go to the station, see what this Belasco guy has to say.
Leitvol: And what can I do for you, gentlemen?
Phelps: I'm a Traffic detective from Central Division. Who's in charge here?
Leitvol: I am, Gordon Leitvol. What's this about?
Phelps: We understand that your company prints California vehicle titles?
Leitvol: Yes. I have the government contract to print pink slips. Have done for some years.
Phelps: Have you had any good or equipment stolen recently? We're running up against stolen cars with seemingly legitimate paperwork.
Leitvol: Not recently. Have you ruled out forgery? There's no shortage of talented artists in this town.
Phelps: We'll keep it in mind. You're behind the wheel.
Bekowsky: Do we know where we're going?
Fleischer: Detectives, Belasco is prepped and ready in Two. Another stolen car with legit papers.
Belasco: You crummy bastard!
Phelps: James Belasco?
Belasco: I want a lawyer. It's my car and I got the proof right here. Take a look for yourself.
Phelps: The paper is real enough, Belasco, but the car isn't yours. This pink slip is a forgery. Where were you taking the car, James?
Belasco: Blow it off, greenhorn. You'll get nothing from me.
Phelps: You're a two time loser. If you don't give me something, I'm going to ask the DA for the maximum. You're looking at 10 years, Belasco. Kiss your youth goodbye.
Belasco: I want a deal.
Bekowsky: Keep talking and we'll see what sort of deal you're worth.
Belasco: My job is to drive the cars out of state, Nevada, Arizona, sometimes New Mexico. With the paperwork they provide, it's normally a breeze.
Phelps: Does the name Jean Archer mean anything to you?
Belasco: No, never heard of her.
Phelps: You're a liar, James.
Belasco: Say that again. I'm telling the truth. I don't know the broad.
Phelps: So that's why you both have the same address printed on your pink slips? She's a mule for these stolen vehicles, genius. Same as you.
Belasco: Jesus. All right, I know her. Stupidest broad I ever met. Always cooking up crazy schemes. I don't know why those guys use her. You happy now?
Phelps: What happens to the cars once they cross over the state lines?
Belasco: I don't know. I just deliver them.
Phelps: Give me something, Belasco, or I'll take you back to the cells and tell the whole station you're a child molester. How long do you think you'll last?
Belasco: Okay, okay. I hear you. The cars get sold in Chicago or back East. Sometimes I bring back cars coming the other way.
Phelps: Where do you pick up the cars, Belasco?
Belasco: Warehouses. Mainly in East Downtown.
Phelps: An address, Belasco. You want my help with the DA? Cough it up. Now.
Belasco: A place on Industrial Street. I don't know the number. You're going to help me out, right?
Bekowsky: Keep talking, kid, and we'll see what we can do.
Phelps: All right, James. We're going to check if this information is worth anything.
Belasco: And if it is? I need your help here, pal.
Phelps: If it is, then we'll know you're a man of your word. And so will the DA.
Pinker: You're Phelps, right?
Phelps: Yes, I am. Look, can we do this later? I'm in the middle of an...
Pinker: Ray Pinker. I'm with Technical Services. The pink slips are all real.
Phelps: Yes, we know that.
Pinker: There is only one company that prints them in California. The Marquee Printing Company. They've confirmed that the numbers are legitimate.
Phelps: You're checked them out?
Pinker: Sure. They're on Aliso Street, near the corner of San Pedro. The guy I spoke to was Leitvol, Gordon Leitvol. Here, I wrote it down.
Phelps: Thanks, Ray. This is a great lead. We'll get down there as soon as we can.
Fleischer: Phelps! Your GTA suspect, Jean Archer, spotted by a patrolman. Western Union Office, 254 South Hill. Less than a minute away down the street, if you run. Go! She won't hang around.
Phelps: Come on, we don't want to lose her.
Bekowsky: Take it easy!