Phelps: You drive, I need to go over the case notes.
Earle: All right, where to?
Bystander: Isn't that the cop who won the medal for solving all the cases?
Phelps: How many years have you been in Vice, Roy?
Earle: More years than I want to own up to, Phelps.
Phelps: You have any idea who Rojas was talking about?
Earle: The gringo who runs the operation? Could be anybody. You don't expect those morons to be running the show, do you? You ask Rojas how much a silver dollar is worth, he'd probably say it's 50 cents. Sit tight. Let's take a look at what's going on.
Phelps: Either these customers are serious soup lovers, or I think we found our middleman.
Earle: Car 11 King to KGPL.
KGPL: Car 11 King, go ahead.
Earle: I'm requesting assistance and a B wagon at 20th Century Markets, 1558 North Highland, numerous narcotic suspects. Code two only, no sirens.
KGPL: 11K roger.
Earle: Okay, cavalry should be here any minute.
Phelps: LAPD! Nobody move!
Sanchez: I'll take my chances.
Phelps: Whatever you're carrying, hand it over. I'd say he's got about half a can left. I guess that makes me a pessimist.
Sanchez: You can't take me in.
Earle: Take you in? Be glad he didn't shoot you. I wouldn't have chased you. If it was up to me, you'd be talking out of a hole in the back of your head.
Phelps: I want information.
Sanchez: I would like to help you, but I got a family in Mexico I have to provide for. And my compadres are very unreasonable.
Phelps: Your compadres? Turn out your pockets. I need Ray to run down these silver dollars.
Sanchez: I need to make a deal. I need guarantees.
Phelps: You have identification? Sanchez Airto, Mexican, Tijuana address. Here's the deal, Airto. You give me information and I won't give you to immigration. Give me E.J., the driver bringing in the shipments, or I'll make you for it.
Sanchez: I run this shop. That's all I do.
Phelps: Tell me the Goddamn truth. You are in this with the others.
Sanchez: I told you I know them. I told you my family is at risk. What makes me part of their gang?
Phelps: You have a silver dollar, Airto, just like Juan. I'm sure Ernesto and the rest of them as well.
Sanchez: Silver dollars are his mark.
Phelps: Whose? Give me a name.
Sanchez: None of us are allowed to see him. His creatures carry his orders to us. If I gave you his name, I would be buried alongside my wife and children.
Earle: If you don't give us something, you will rot in jail while your family starves on the street.
Sanchez: Ernesto Juarez, tonight at 1:00 a.m. He's bringing the truck into the soup factory. Please help me, sir. Ernesto can be very cruel.
Phelps: Tell me about the soup cans.
Sanchez: The soup is very popular as you can see.
Earle: Real funny, wise guy. You want to try saying that again with no teeth?
Sanchez: I get a delivery at 7:30 every other day from the factory. Jorge organizes everything.
Phelps: We know about Jorge and Juan. Juan is dead. Tell us how you know the Cruz boys.
Sanchez: Ernesto put together this thing. He brought in Juan. Juan brought in Jorge.
Sanchez: I was already here. Ernesto knows I'm illegal so he threatened to report me if I didn't help. And the money is good. The gringos and the gringas, they love the refer. And I didn't want to have to leave and start again in San Francisco.
Earle: You're breaking my heart.
Phelps: You're under arrest, Airto. I'll speak to the DA and see if he will agree to not seize your assets or deport you. That's the best I can do.