Man 1: You know a Freddie Calhoun?
Cole: Sure, I know Freddie.
Man 1: Freddie needs money to get out of town. Says he's prepared to blow the whistle on a primo reefer distribution ring. Says he can--
Cole: Has he said how much it's going to cost?
Man 1: Fifty bucks.
Cole: And the Department will front me the 50?
Man 1: You can put in an expense claim. He's over at Mike Lyman's on Hollywood Boulevard. See what you can find out.
Man 3: I didn't want to arrest the kid, so I gave him a [inaudible 00:00:43] he wouldn't forget.
Man 4: Well, are there any leads?
Cole: Fifty bucks? Do they think I'm made of money?
Phelps: No, you just look like you're made of money.
Man 3: Oh, very good, the kid's on form. I'd say on a scale of dull to scintillating, you're a solid tedious today, which you can be pleased with.
Phelps: Do you ever listen to yourself?
Man 6: I've been in this job 20 years and [inaudible 00:01:12].
Woman 1: I think he's a bit of a gangster, but he treats me nice.
Man: [inaudible 00:01:35]
Phelps: There's the little sneak. That's him in the back, Cole.
Cole: Freddie, you're looking good.
Freddie: You're going to help me, right?
Cole: That's what I'm here for.
Freddie: You got the money?
Cole: The 20? Sure, right here.
Freddie: Twenty? I said-
Cole: Do you want the money or the alternative?
Phelps: Tell us about the reefer, Freddie.
Freddie: Who's he?
Cole: Another good Samaritan. Answer the question.
Freddie: The grass comes from Tijuana. They're bringing 50 pounds a week.
Cole: Fifty pounds! Are you hallucinating, Freddie?
Freddie: It's stashed at a house at 1452 North Las Palmas.
Phelps: Names, Freddie.
Freddie: The guy at the house is a Spic that goes by the name Juan Garcia Cruz. You be careful. He likes guns. Now do I get my money?
Phelps: Do me a favor, Freddie. Spend the money on a bus ticket. You can't last forever on a snitch jacket. Let's go visit this Cruz character.
Cole: Fifty pounds of dope. Crazy.
Phelps: You can drive.
Cole: Do we know where we're going?
Phelps: You believe his story?
Cole: Sure. A hop-head like Freddie would raffle his sister for his next score.
Phelps: Call for help. I've got to find a way in.
Juan Garcia Cruz: Ah!
Cole: 11K calling [inaudible 00:03:49]. 1452 North Las Palmas, shots fired and officers need help at...
Policeman: I'll ask you politely to move on. Next time, I won't be so nice.
Man 6: You guys don't half leave a mess. What happened?
Cole: Dope peddler, Juan Cruz. He opened fire and, well, the rest of the story tells itself.
Man 6: Silver dollar. I thought they took these things out of circulation. Juan Garcia Cruz, this is his address but this place looks like a front.
Man 6: Another day, another dollar.
Phelps: Is this a drug or a village in Borneo? It doesn't appear to be in Spanish.
Cole: Doesn't anyone eat regular meals anymore? Junkies feeding on popcorn and grasshoppers living on soup.
Phelps: Maybe these are the guys keeping Juan so stocked with soup.
No good to me.
I don't think this is anything.
Radio: [inaudible 00:07:11] Los Angeles.
I don't think this is going to help us.
It's going to take a smarter man than me to connect that.
Doesn't give me anything to go on.
Cole: Ha! Phelps, you jump like a girl.
Phelps: Now we're getting somewhere.
Cole: More soup? Who in the hell keeps a secret stash of soup?
Phelps: With Juan dead, we need a new suspect, Cole. This guy, E.J. seems to be bringing in most of the serious weight. The dates and time seem to be pretty regular. We should notify the border crossing.
Cole: Those fuckers are probably in on it. Let's wait and see how this plays out.
You hungry or something, Phelps?
I'd say that's pretty good value for 12 cents.
Phelps: Factory sealed. Someone at the cannery has a lot of explaining to do.
Man 6: Found anything interesting?
Phelps: Can you drive to this one?
Cole: Where are we going?