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.
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.
