Man 1: Hands off, I'm sick.
Man 2: Nothing that a night in the tank wouldn't fix, bub. Now where did they go?
Phelps: What happened?
Man 2: Two guys made off with about a grand in a paper sack. The vag says he saw them leave.
Man 1: I'm right here, you know.
Man 2: But he's not much of a witness.
Phelps: Sir, you need to tell us where they went. Now.
Man 1: They headed for the parking lot.
Man 3: Keep it steady and I'll try to bust his tires. Enough games, Phelps. Take this guy out. I need to be closer, Phelps. Get in close and steer him off the tar. Okay. One traffic stop, coming up. I can't hit a target that isn't there, Phelps. I can't hit a target that isn't there, Phelps.
Phelps: Quite a ride you took us on. Get out with your hands up.