Woman 1: We invite critics and members of the U.N. to tour our facilities first hand. They will find nothing but order, progress and moral responsibility.
Eliza: Looks as if the ball is now firmly in the United Nations' court. This is Eliza Cassan reporting to you live from Picus.
Taggart: Mr. Jensen, I appreciate you allowing me to deal with this in a more discrete manner.
Jensen: Save it, Taggart. You've wasted enough of my time as it is. Now where's Sandoval?
Taggart: He has an apartment he uses when in this city, on Grand River Road. He mentioned he was feeling very run down, so I can only assume he went there.
Jensen: I see.
Taggart: He's not an evil man, Mr. Jensen. If he's done what you say, it only because of his brother, Ezekiel, a man you might know better as Zeke Sanders.
Jensen: Sanders? The man who attacked Sarif's manufacturing plant?
Taggart: I knew nothing about it until after it was over. And then I tried, I tried to convince Isaias not to follow in his footsteps.
Jensen: Good job.
Taggart: Mr. Jensen, please. Isaias has done so much for so many needy people, people suffering from implant rejection. Promise me you will deal with him fairly.
Jensen: That all depends on Isaias.
Taggart: I... I understand, but please try. I don't know if he's there. I'm beginning to wonder if I ever knew anything about him.
Woman 1: They will find nothing but order, progress and moral responsibility.
Eliza: Looks as if the ball is now firmly in the United Nations' court.
Nicky: Jensen? I almost didn't recognize you. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what are the chances? Do you remember me? I was a rookie when you still rolled in SWAT.
Jensen: Nicky, of course I remember you. How you been? The Brass got you on riot control too?
Nicky: Yeah, yeah, I am, or I was until... Damn it. Look, something big is going down, and I'm kind of freaking out here. You remember that MCBer, Jacob White? You busted him a couple of times.
Jensen: Yeah, I remember him. Assault and possession. He still running rackets?
Nicky: No, no. I mean, yeah. Shit! I don't know! Anyway, it doesn't matter because he's moved on to bigger things.
Jensen: Nicky, slow down.
Nicky: Listen, hear me out. I just got word he has his hands on some real military grade explosives. The prick's got a fucking bomb, Adam. And you know how much he hates the PD. He's going to hit us while we have our pants down with the riot. You got to help us out here.
Jensen: Nicky, I'm kind of busy. If he's got a bomb, just call it in and follow procedure.
Nicky: What do you think I've been doing? I've been on the horn all night, and my CO already sent a patrol over to Jacob's house. We've got a warrant, so they searched the place, but nothing came up, not even Jacob. Now they're saying my CI is probably full of shit and just fucking with me. Bullshit! Jacob's using the riots as cover, and he's going to hit us and hit us hard. Adam, I need you to trust me on this. You got to help me find Jacob.
Jensen: I'm sorry Nick, but I'm not a cop anymore.
Nicky: Jensen, please! I know you traded in your badge for a paycheck, but once a cop, always a cop. Do the right thing here. I need your help. We need your help.