Prisoner: Yo, hippy, what kind of dude are you?
Tom Beck: Doesn't anyone say please any more?
Lloyd Gallagher: Please.
Tom Beck: How can I refuse?
Lloyd Gallagher: You can't.
Tom Beck: I'll cover you.
Lloyd Gallagher: I'd be safer if you didn't.
Tom Beck: Fine, I won't cover you.
Lloyd Gallagher: Alright, cover me.
Tom Beck: Do you want me to fucking cover you or not?
Lloyd Gallagher: I need you to cover me.
Tom Beck: Fine. I'll cover you.
Tom Beck: You know what bothers me about these two guys DeVries and Miller?
Lloyd Gallagher: Neither has a criminal record. They both lead normal lives until a few days ago, and now they're killing people.
Tom Beck: Do you read minds or was that just a shot in the dark?
Lloyd Gallagher: No, I read minds.
Tom Beck: Oh yeah? What was I just thinking?
Lloyd Gallagher: That I'm full of shit.
Tom Beck: Impressive.
Lloyd Gallagher: Not really. Quite simple to read.
Tom Beck: What the hell is that?
Sanchez: A flame-thrower man, can you believe it? Patrol picked this up off some homeboy on the street.
Lt. John Masterson: Alhague.
Lloyd Gallagher: Yes?
Lt. John Masterson: Before I kill you, I'm curious: how did you find me?
Lloyd Gallagher: You left an angry partner for dead on Altair.
Lt. John Masterson: A mistake.
Lloyd Gallagher: That's what it said.
Tom Beck: I want to ask you if I'm crazy, or does this seem just a little bizarre?
Lloyd Gallagher: Yeah, it's a little bizarre.
Tom Beck: I knew that. I just wanted to know if you knew that.
Tom Beck: Oh, thank you. That is illuminating. That solves everything. Christ, Miller doesn't have a chance. Hey, why would he come in here and kill a guy for a lousy hundred bucks and a radio?
Lloyd Gallagher: Because he likes it. He sees something he wants, he steals it. If something gets in his way, he kills it. And right now, he's hiding out in your city.
