Hudson: That's the last of them. Woods, Mason, coke lab's in the basement. Clear it out, grab any intel relating to the Menendez cartel.
Woods: If you capture him, you bring him to me. I'll make that prick talk.
Hudson: You have your orders, Sergeant.
Hudson: Mason. Keep an eye on Woods. Seeing Menendez again, he's losing it.
Mason: He's okay, Hudson. I got his back.
Woods: Let's make this quick. I don't wanna miss something bagging the real prize. You ready Mason?
Woods: Grab any evidence before they burn this place to the ground!
Woods: Come on, Mason!
Woods: Fucking junkies. Hudson, you scoped that son of a bitch yet?
Hudson: He's inside the house. We're moving on him now.
Woods: On my way!
Hudson: Negative, Woods. We have the situation under control.
Mason: Damn, Woods. Woods?
Woods: Hustle, Mason, I'm not letting this bastard escape!
Mason: Slow down!
Mason: Woods! No!
Mason: Frank, are you okay?
Hudson: Get him out of here.
Mason: What happened, Hudson? Where's Menendez?
Hudson: That's him, in the body bag.
Hudson: From this point on, today never happened.
Woods: You let the PDF walk off with the body and now he's back. He's pretty pissed off too.
Section: He sure can't kill my old man. Because somebody already beat him to it, a long time. But he could've killed you. So why are you still alive, Frank?
Menendez: Now it begins.
Woods: I'm done talking. Go find that maniac.