Man 1: Security Guard.
Phelps: Detective Phelps, LAPD. What's going on here?
Man 2: This joker was trying to tail one of our patrons inside.
Man 3: I'm a reporter, you idiot! I'm doing a feature for The Examiner, and that patron I was following is a Red under investigation by the feds.
Phelps: Where is he now?
Man 3: Parking lot, his is the blue Talbot. Hey, how about an exclusive when you bring him back?
Phelps: Shove off. You won't be filing your story today. I'll check this out.
A Red, huh, sneaky bastard. Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.
LAPD, sir. Can I have a word?
Man 4: Well, that's an admission of guilt if I ever saw one.
Phelps: He's not getting away that easily.
Man 5: Do you know how dangerous that is?
Man 4: I can't hit a target that isn't there, Phelps.
Let's see how fast he runs on bare rims.
Phelps: Show me your hands!
Man 6: This is harassment, understand? My politics are nobody's god damn business but my own.