Vincent Hanna: My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
Neil McCauley: A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
Vincent Hanna: I'm angry. I'm very angry, Ralph. You know, you can ball my wife if she wants you to. You can lounge around here on her sofa, in her ex-husband's dead-tech, post-modernistic bullshit house if you want to. But you do not get to watch my fucking television set!
Vincent Hanna: You know, we are sitting here, you and I, like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we've been face to face, if I'm there and I gotta put you away, I won't like it. But I tell you, if it's between you and some poor bastard whose wife you're gonna turn into a widow, brother, you are going down.
Neil McCauley: There is a flip side to that coin. What if you do got me boxed in and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We've been face to face, yeah. But I will not hesitate. Not for a second.
Vincent Hanna: Who? Who? What are you, a fucking owl?
Vincent Hanna: I say what I mean, and I do what I say.
Vincent Hanna: I got an idea... of what they're looking at.
Vincent Hanna: You wanna know what they're looking at?
Vincent Hanna: I mean - is this guy something, or is he something?
Vincent Hanna: This crew is good.
Vincent Hanna: You know what they're looking at?
Vincent Hanna: Us. The L-A-P-D. Po-lice Department... We just got made.
Neil McCauley: I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
Vincent Hanna: What are you, a monk?
Neil McCauley: I have a woman.
Vincent Hanna: What do you tell her?
Neil McCauley: I tell her I'm a salesman.
Vincent Hanna: So then, if you spot me coming around that corner... you just gonna walk out on this woman? Not say good bye?
Neil McCauley: That's the discipline.
Vincent Hanna: That's pretty vacant, you know.
Neil McCauley: Yeah, it is what it is. It's that or we both better go do something else, pal.
Vincent Hanna: I don't know how to do anything else.
Neil McCauley: Neither do I.
Vincent Hanna: I don't much want to either.
Neil McCauley: Neither do I.
Vincent Hanna: Seven years in Folsom. In the hole for three. McNeil before that. McNeil as tough as they say?
Neil McCauley: You lookin' to become a penologist?
Vincent Hanna: You lookin' to go back? You know, I chased down some crews; guys just lookin' to fuck up, get busted back. That you?
Neil McCauley: You must've worked some dipshit crews.
Vincent Hanna: I worked all kinds.
Neil McCauley: You see me doin' thrill-seeker liquor store holdups with a "Born to Lose" tattoo on my chest?
Vincent Hanna: No, I do not.
Neil McCauley: Right. I am never goin' back.
Vincent Hanna: Then don't take down scores.
Neil McCauley: Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.
Michael Cheritto: Well ya know, for me, the action is the juice.
Chris Shiherlis: For me the sun rises and sets with her, man.
Neil McCauley: I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I know life is short, whatever time you get is luck. You want to walk? You walk right now. Or on your own... on your own you choose to come with me. And all I know is... all I know is there's no point in me going anywhere anymore if it's going to be alone... without you.
Vincent Hanna: I gotta hold on to my angst. I preserve it because I need it. It keeps me sharp, on the edge, where I gotta be.
Neil McCauley: [to Eady in her studio, referring to Michael after the bank robbery] He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
[McCauley, Shiherlis, and Cheritto enter the lobby of the Far East Bank from different entrances, disguised as customers. Shiherlis steps up to the desk. Cheritto coughs, signalling for him and McCauley to put on their ski masks. At the desk, Shiherlis suddenly spins around and attacks one security guard, and McCauley and Cheritto draw their guns, while Shiherlis ties up and disarms the guard he has tackled, then puts his mask on]
Neil McCauley: [draws his gun on another guard] Don't move! Don't fuckin' move! Put your hands in the air! Put your hands in the air! Put 'em up!
[the terrified guard puts his hands up]
Neil McCauley: Get on your knees! Get on your knees!
[McCauley binds the guard's hands behind his back and then pushes him to the ground. McCauley then gets up on the top of one of the desks]
Neil McCauley: We want to hurt no one! We're here for the bank's money, not your money. Your money is insured by the federal government, you're not gonna lose a dime! Think of your families, don't risk your life. Don't try and be a hero!
Justine Hanna: I guess the earth shattered?
Vincent Hanna: So why didn't you let Bosko take you home?
Justine Hanna: I didn't wanna ruin their night too. What was it?
Vincent Hanna: You don't wanna know.
Justine Hanna: I'd like to know what's behind that grim look on your face.
Vincent Hanna: I don't do that. You know it. Let's go, come on.
Justine Hanna: You never told me I'd be excluded.
Vincent Hanna: I told you, when we hooked up, baby, that you were gonna have to share me with all the bad people and all the ugly events on this planet.
Justine Hanna: And I bought into that sharing. Because I love you. I love you fat, bald, money, no money, driving a bus - I don't care. But you have got to be present like a normal guy, some of the time. That's sharing. This is not sharing, this is left overs.
Vincent Hanna: Oh, I see, what I should do is, er, come home and say "Hi honey! Guess what? I walked into this house today, where this junkie asshole just fried his baby in a microwave, because it was crying too loud. So let me share that with you. Come on, let's share that, and in sharing it, we'll somehow, er, cathartically dispel all that heinous shit". Right?
Vincent Hanna: Wrong.
Lillian Breedan: I met the manager. Is that the boss?
Donald Breedan: I did time for what that motherfucker does every day!
Lillian Breedan: Baby - can you just handle it till we find you something new? Can you do that?
Donald Breedan: Ain't a hard time been invented that I cannot handle... What you hangin' with me for, Lily?
Lillian Breedan: Because I'm proud of you.
Donald Breedan: [snickers] You're proud of me? What the hell're you proud of me for?
Lillian Breedan: Come on home.
Neil McCauley: L.A.P.D. Gee, what, where the fuck did this heat come from?
Chris Shiherlis: Maybe it's the score they were onto, the place, not us. 'Cause it's been hit a couple of times, you know, or something?
Neil McCauley: Assume they got our phones, assume they got our houses, assume they got us, right here, right now as we sit, everything. Assume it all.
Vincent Hanna: So, what do you got for me?
Richard Torena: Before we even get into that, there's something we gotta get straight. There's a garage over off Sunset and Fig'. Now if someone were to pay it a visit tonight, they might find a pair of Turbos and a 911 Slope.
Vincent Hanna: You're looking to rid yourself of your competition.
Richard Torena: Well lemme put it another way, cousin. How do I know, that when I tell you what you wanna know, that you're gonna do what I need fucking done?
Albert Torena: Richard, look! Vincent's cool man! He and I have dealings all the time, brother!
Vincent Hanna: [puts his arm around Richard's shoulders] I ain't your cousin you rat motherfucker. And you know, because I *say* you know!
Justine Hanna: You don't live with me, you live among the remains of dead people. You sift through the detritus, you read the terrain, you search for signs of passing, for the scent of your prey, and then you hunt them down. That's the only thing you're committed to. The rest is the mess you leave as you pass through.
Richard Torena: There's this cat I was locked up with in Folsom: did a couple, two-three years. He got out, and I ran into him.
Vincent Hanna: [pauses, waiting for Richard to continue] And so?
Richard Torena: He's a big fiend for action. Now if he'd said nothin', I'd have thought nothin'. But he goes on and on running down to me about how he ain't been doing nothin' and nothin's been going on and all this other bullshit, so right then and there I know: this cat's got somethin' goin' down.
Vincent Hanna: [long pause] Pretty fuckin' great.
Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Albert, what's wrong with you? You drag me here, waste my time like this.
Vincent Hanna: [to Richard] You saw a guy, on the street, who's an ex-con?
Richard Torena: That's right.
Vincent Hanna: Well I am... over-fuckin' whelmed. What d'you want for that, a junior g-man badge?
Richard Torena: Hey man, you gonna make the call on them Porsches or what?
Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Is he fucking kidding me?
[gets up to leave]
Neil McCauley: [has gun on a severely injured Waingro]
Neil McCauley: Look at me. *Look at me!*
Waingro: [doesn't want to and whimpers]
Neil McCauley: Look at me!
Waingro: [slowly pathetically looks upward]
Neil McCauley: [fires two shots into Waingro's chest]
Waingro: [makes some wild horrible gasping sound]
Neil McCauley: [aims upward and fires a third shot, this one into Waingro's head]
Vincent Hanna: You know what? Neil is gone. Bam! Flying like a bird.
Detective Casals: Vincent, how do you? We still got bait. Maybe some time.
Vincent Hanna: Got. Got. What've we got? *What've we got?* Bon voyage, motherfucker. You were good. I'm going to the hotel. Gonna take a shower. Gonna sleep, for a month.
Vincent Hanna: That's exactly what they're gonna do, they're gonna walk. This is my operation, I have tactical command that supercedes your rank, they will walk away and you will let them...
Neil McCauley: [about dreams] I have one where I'm drowning. And I gotta wake myself up and start breathing or I'll die in my sleep.
Vincent Hanna: You know what that's about?
Neil McCauley: Yeah. Having enough time.
Vincent Hanna: Enough time? To do what you wanna do?
Neil McCauley: That's right.
Vincent Hanna: You doin' it now?
Neil McCauley: No, not yet.
Sgt. Drucker: You recognize the MO?
Vincent Hanna: M.O.? Is that they're good... Once it escalated into a murder one beef for all of 'em after they killed the first two guards, they didn't hesitate. Pop guard number three because... what difference does it make? Why leave a living witness? Drop of a hat these guys will rock and roll...
Vincent Hanna: When these guys walk out the door of whatever score they're gonna take next, they're gonna have the surprise of a lifetime.
Neil McCauley: Chris. Hey - Chris. Listen to me. Nate's gonna pick you up. He's gonna take you to his place.
Chris Shiherlis: Where's Charlene?
Neil McCauley: We gotta get outta here. We're all over the six o'clock news. We gotta get outta here.
Chris Shiherlis: I'm not going with... out her.
Neil McCauley: Think about that. I will meet you at Nate's.
Chris Shiherlis: Where're you going?
Neil McCauley: I gotta find out if our out got spilled along with every other damn thing.
Chris Shiherlis: Who did it?
Neil McCauley: Who wasn't there? Trejo. - I'll see you at Nate's.
Neil McCauley: [after seeing her with another man a leave Motel room] Who was that guy?
Charlene Shiherlis: Nobody.
Neil McCauley: [Angrily] Who was that guy?
Charlene Shiherlis: [Nervously] Nobody.
Neil McCauley: Who is he?
Charlene Shiherlis: His a broker from Las Vegas
Neil McCauley: Chris is going to straighten it up with you.
Charlene Shiherlis: It's too late I'm sick of it.
Neil McCauley: [shouting] SHUT UP, here's the deal: You'll give Chris one last shot. If he fucks up, I'll finance setting you up any way you want. Dominick too; and my word counts, but you will give him the shot. Now clean up and go home.
Neil McCauley: [In a diner] you live in this neighborhood?
Eady: No, I live above Sunset Plaza, it's a little house I rent and it's a little rundown but has a beautiful view, what about you?
Neil McCauley: I live in Venice Boulevard, where's your family originally from?
Eady: We're Scots Irish, they immigrated to America in the late seventeen hundreds, where are you originally from?
Neil McCauley: Bay area.
Eady: Are your folks there?
Neil McCauley: My mother died a long time ago I don't know where my father is. I have a brother somewhere but sounds like you have a tight family I can tell. In L.A. the city of lights, in Fuji they have these iridescent algae that come out once a year in the water, it looks like L.A. at night.
Eady: You've been there?
Neil McCauley: No, I'm going there some day.
Vincent Hanna: [to Albert] Don't waste my motherfucking time!
Vincent Hanna: [singing] By the time I get to Phoenix, we'll be rising. He'll probably leave a note right on the door.
Justine Hanna: You prefer the normal routine. We fuck, then you lose the power of speech.
Charlene Shiherlis: It's like risk versus reward, baby.
Roger Van Zant: Who are you?
Waingro: Waingro. My name's Waingro.
Roger Van Zant: I've been living in the office day and night, how well do you know him?
Waingro: Oh, we took some major scores together.
Roger Van Zant: [nods slowly] How come I haven't heard from him?
Waingro: Well, he's probably busy right now. But he's real thorough. He ain't gon' forget about you.
Roger Van Zant: Oh that's reassuring.
[Neil asks Donald to fill in for Trejo]
Donald Breedan: Yeah man. Fuck it. You on.
Vincent Hanna: Gimme all you got!
Vincent Hanna: [Over the phone with Schwartz with Drucker listening in] Here's the update: Hugh Benny has reformed his wayward life and become a "born again good citizen", apparently Neil got sold out to us by a cowboy named "Waingro", Waingro used to be a part of Neil's crew then he went to work for a money launderer named Van Zant ,units are at Van Zant's house as we speak because he got shot dead earlier tonight, if Neil goes after anyone else, it's going to be Waingro, Waingro just got himself a suite at the airport Marquee under the name "Jameson" he's there now I want you to get that to bail bondsmen, bookies, assignment officers and snitches in county anyone you can think of that will put it out on the street, deploy a team down at the hotel and personally check their COMMS every thirty minutes because maybe Neil would go for him
Vincent Hanna: It's like you said. All I am is what I'm going after.
Vincent Hanna: [Examing the armored car robbery's crime scene] Find the ambulance?
Detective Casals: They dumped it four blocks from here they torched it guns, clothes everything.
Bosko: [Referring to news reporters] They were airborne they taped the last few seconds of the black and whites to a demolition derby
[Vincent points to the tow truck]
Bosko: It was stolen out of Fresno two weeks ago a yellow pick up truck out of Witter the day before yesterday we got three motorists all they saw was men with masks, console TV man he was closer.
Vincent Hanna: did he ID anybody?
Bosko: he was hiding he heard most of it.
Vincent Hanna: [Looking at the dead armor car guards] What about them?
Bosko: According to TV man this guy started mouthing off some body called the guard "slick", this guy here has got what it appears to be a double tapped entry wound to the sternum entry wounds to the head means close range probably executed and it was a million six in bearer bonds ignored the loose cash.
Vincent Hanna: Because they had no time because they were on the clock which means they knew our response time to a two eleven had our hair mobilized it enter escape in under three minutes its a good spot here they got good escape routes two freeways within a quarter of a mile.
Detective Casals: traffic video camera?
Vincent Hanna: Probably disabled check it anyway
[Referring to the explosives used on the armor car door]
Vincent Hanna: The shape charge indicates they are technically proficient, proficient enough to go in on the prowl
Vincent Hanna: Lets start looking at recent highline burglaries that are mystified
Vincent Hanna: Run "slick as" an alias through the FBI even the phone book do it anyway
Vincent Hanna: Who's moving the bearer bonds? Check the usual fences you and I will check Cusamano and Torina.
Vincent Hanna: I want you to take Goldstein and Al Farrell.
Vincent Hanna: Hang in forensics from the bomb squad I want the explosive if we're lucky its exotic and we can trace the sale
Waingro: [in diner] Anyone want some pie?
[no response, Chris sees something out the window]
Trejo: I gotta go use the john.
[gets up and Cheritto goes to sit where Trejo was at the end of the table]
Neil McCauley: [enters the diner. Trejo returns, Cheritto gets up, Trejo takes his place as Cheritto sits down next to Chris. Neil sits down next to Waingro, waiting for an explanation]
Waingro: I had to get it on. He was making a move. *I had to get it on.*
Neil McCauley: [takes Waingro by the head and smashes his face in the table. A country western trucker like guy with glasses a couple tables over looks over at the commotion]
Michael Cheritto: [shoots the guy a look and the guy returns to looking at his paper]
Neil McCauley: [grabs Waingro by the hair but lets go. Waingro groans/sighs in disgust] Split's in the car. Took it out of ours, evenly. To make up for his full end. Because I want to pay off and get rid of this motherfucker right now.
[Everyone gets up, Waingro angrily grabbing his jacket. Cherrito makes sure Waingro is ahead of him and everyone walks out of the diner]
Neil McCauley: [after walking past two pillars spins around and punches Waingro in the stomach. He grabs Waingro by the nose and drags him between a lot of cars]
Trejo: [opens up a car trunk lined with garbage bags]
Neil McCauley: [forces Waingro to the ground, kicks him, holds him down, and draws his pistol out]
Michael Cheritto: HOLD IT!
Neil McCauley: [looks up to see a police car coming down the street. He hides his gun and walks up a bit to see where the cop car is headed. It suddenly turns around and goes back down the highway]
Neil McCauley: [turns back to see that Waingro is gone]
[the armored car is approaching the robbers]
Trejo: Here we go.
[McCauley starts to perform a three-point turn with the ambulance, to block the armored car. Shiherlis and Waingro start up their tow truck, and speed towards the stopped car. The driver looks up just as the truck broadsides the car, turning it over. The car skids across the parking lot of a rental car dealer, crushing several cars. As the dust settles, the men put on hockey masks and come out, guns drawn, and Chris starts hammering an explosive charge into the rear doors]
Armoured Guard: [into his radio] 211! 211! We're being held up!
[as the men stand guard, Shiherlis listens to the police scanner]
Police Scanner: 211, armored car...
[Shiherlis picks up his radio]
Chris Shiherlis: There's the call. Three minutes.
[He starts the clock and tosses it to McCauley]
Chris Shiherlis: Clear!
[He presses the detonator several times, setting off the explosive charge. The blast blows open the truck's back doors, and shatters a row of windows on all of the cars in the parking lot. He then pulls the guards out of the truck, and Waingro takes them hostage. Shiherlis goes into the truck and locates the sheets of bearer bonds. As they wait, Waingro keeps the guards frozen in place by holding a Star Megastar handgun on them, and McCauley checks the time, while Trejo deploys a spike strip across the street]
Neil McCauley: 80 seconds left!
Waingro: [to the guards] Get back. Get back!
[pistol-whips the first guard. Cheritto gives him a disapproving look]
Michael Cheritto: Hey slick, see that shit comin' outta their ears? They can't fucking hear you! Cool it!
[Shiherlis finds the last of the sheets he needs, and exits the armored car]
Chris Shiherlis: All right guys! Let's go!
[Waingro continues to train his gun on the guards]
Waingro: You had to fuck with me.
Waingro: You wanna fuck with me?
[shoots the first guard in the head. The second guard starts to reach for his ankle holster, and McCauley empties his gun into the guard's chest. Cheritto trains his gun on the third guard. With a nod from McCauley, Cheritto gives the guard a double tap to the chest. He then steps up and delivers a final shot to the head]
Nate: So, so long, brother. You take it easy. You're home free.
Vincent Hanna: [over the radio with Drucker, referring to Neil and his crew] What are you going to take them on? Breaking and entering? They didn't steal anything, don't you get it? It gets knocked back to some chicken shit misdemeanor they do six months and their out, no fucking way
Chris Shiherlis: [to Neil with the rest of their crew present, next to their van] How are we going fund the bank job?
Neil McCauley: I'll front that that's not a problem
Michael Cheritto: what the hell happens to Van Zant's seven fifty?
Neil McCauley: With the heat we got now you want to play world war two in the streets with Van Zant?
Michael Cheritto: No I want my seven fifty he gets a pass?
Neil McCauley: I got more motivation to whack Van Zant than either of you right now he is a fucking luxury
Michael Cheritto: I'll roll with you Neil whatever
Neil McCauley: No not on this one, on this one you're on your own
Michael Cheritto: You figure this is the best thing to do?
Neil McCauley: I got plans I'm going away after this for me the reward is worth the stretch but Elaine takes good care of you, you got plenty put away, T-Bonds real estate if I were you I would be smart, I'd cut loose of this
Neil McCauley: Did you have a good time?
Neil McCauley: Why not?
Eady: I'm not good at meeting people.
Neil McCauley: You met me, take off with me for a while
Eady: Where are we going?
Neil McCauley: New Zealand.
Neil McCauley: I have to separately but you'll meet me there.
Eady: What about my job?
Neil McCauley: You don't need money I got plenty, you could set up a studio and do work there
Eady: I don't know.
Neil McCauley: What's there to know?
Eady: Are you married?
Neil McCauley: What?
Eady: You come and go.
Neil McCauley: Last thing I am is married. I'm a needle starting at zero, and all of a sudden someone like you comes along.
Eady: You don't know me.
Neil McCauley: I know enough come with me.
Eady: What's wrong?
Neil McCauley: Nothing's wrong everything's right, will you go?
Neil McCauley: Good
Neil McCauley: [Found Trejo beaten and bloodied in Trejo's home] Who did this?
Trejo: They made me
Neil McCauley: Who?
Neil McCauley: Waingro, on his own?
Trejo: No, with the guy his working for, Van Zant.
Neil McCauley: Did you say anything about how we're getting out?
Trejo: I don't think so I don't remember
Neil McCauley: I'll call a medic
Trejo: Where's Anna?
Neil McCauley: She's dead
Trejo: I'm not going to make it, I don't feel anything my Anna's gone don't leave me like this
Neil McCauley: [Neil executes Trejo]
Nate: [over the phone] nobody knew the "merch" was yours, be that as it may, my way you get a hundred percent from the insurance company and take the bonds back from us at sixty cents on the dollar, make yourself another forty percent. The operation doesn't skip a beat, everybody makes out
Roger Van Zant: [while in his office with Hugh Benny] sure you got a deal
Nate: good, this percentage, nobody gets their underwear twisted over this
Roger Van Zant: yeah, so you have your man call me and we'll set up the meet
Nate: yeah ok
Roger Van Zant: [hangs up] nice talking to you
Hugh Benny: you're going to deal with these guys?
Roger Van Zant: [while looking at his computer monitor] so, word's out on the street: it's ok to steal my stuff, I'm going to kill these sons of bitches, have Harry bring me the spreadsheets for Canary Islands offshore
Waingro: [after hearing a knock on the door of his hotel suite] yeah?
Neil McCauley: [Neal posing as a hotel security guard, referring the floor they're on] security, there's a fire on three, we have to evacuate all floors.
Waingro: [talking through the door] I can't leave here
Waingro: [after looking through the peep hole and realizing the security guard is Neal] look, why don't we just talk about this a bit, brother?
Neil McCauley: Don't move. Don't fuckin' move. Put your hands in the air. Put your hands in the air. Put 'em up.
Lauren Gustafson: Mom, my barrettes are not on the couch!
Justine Hanna: Wear the blue ones!
Lauren Gustafson: I don't want to wear the blue ones. They don't match!
Justine Hanna: Did you check the bathroom?
Lauren Gustafson: I checked everywhere.
Justine Hanna: [looking at newspaper] What do you want me to do?
Lauren Gustafson: Find them!
Lauren Gustafson: [after 1 second of waiting for a response] Mom! Pay attention!
Justine Hanna: All right, sweetie. All right!
Lauren Gustafson: Daddy's going to be here! I can't be late!
Justine Hanna: You won't be late.
Lauren Gustafson: *I will be late!*
Construction Clerk: Check, charge, or cash?
Breedan: Ain't a hard time been invented that I cannot handle.
Chris Shiherlis: The bank is worth the risk. I need it, brother. We should stay and take it down.
Bosko: I figure this guy went for that hold out piece, ankle holster right from here. Bang, bang, bang-bang-bang.
Vincent Hanna: [to Neil, realizing they've been duped] Ha! Okay, motherfucker.
Neil McCauley: [talking privately in the back of the diner] I'm looking for a driver that can handle scanners and a radio right now today, you remember the drill?
Donald Breedan: Yeah man sure
Neil McCauley: You cool?
Donald Breedan: You know I'm cool
Neil McCauley: One answer right now, yes or no?
Donald Breedan: Yeah fuck it, you're on
Neil McCauley: Out back in five
Vincent Hanna: [while walking into their office at their police precinct] They dumped all our surveillance?
Detective Casals: Yeah, at the same time 9PM
Vincent Hanna: I had coffee with McCauley half an hour ago
Detective Casals: We were on you, then he drives into LAX where surveillance can't fly over because of flight paths his car's still there he's gone
Vincent Hanna: [Over the phone with Schwartz with Drucker listening in] Tell SIS I want full surveillance on McCauley twenty four hours around the clock day and night never close open seven days a week bug, the car and the house I want pictures of who he moves with and sits with then you guys run makes on them if they got jackets I want to see who they move and sit with and I want it up and running by tomorrow night
Neil McCauley: [on Kelso's porch] What is it?
Kelso: [confined to a wheelchair] It's a bank, the depot's cash for distribution on Thursdays to the other branches to cover Friday's payroll checks so on Thursday's the command branch has got a full whack
Neil McCauley: On the prowl or strong?
Kelso: Strong through the front door
Neil McCauley: How many guys?
Kelso: Four or three plus a driver, you walk in you knock the guards over and you walk out,
Neil McCauley: You want a hundred advance plus ten percent cut for that? Sounds like an address to a "cowboy score" they hit the holdup alarms I've got to get out before the cops show, what that is that?
Kelso: They have three multiple alarm systems, two telco and a cellular but the signals aren't going anywhere because the night before you cut in and trick out the alarm system's computer to turn itself and the video recorders off twenty minutes before you walk in the door
Neil McCauley: What about architectural and electrical engineering plans?
Kelso: I got all the schematics
Neil McCauley: What's the estimate?
Kelso: 12.1 To 12.2 million
Eady: [Their first meeting in a restaurant] What are you reading?
Neil McCauley: A book about metals
Eady: What kind of work do you do?
Neil McCauley: Lady, why are you so interested in what I read or what I do?
Eady: I've seen you in the book store from time to time, I work there, if you don't want to talk to me that's ok, I'm sorry I bothered you
Neil McCauley: I didn't mean to be rude. I didn't recognize you. I work in metals I'm a salesman, you like working there?
Eady: Sure, I get a discount there's a whole section of books in my area.
Neil McCauley: What area is that?
Eady: Graphic design, the store's a day job until I got enough going.
Neil McCauley: Who do you do that for?
Eady: A restaurant, their menus and a small record label their CD covers, I've done two so far.
Neil McCauley: You go to school for that?
Eady: Yeah I went to Parsons
Neil McCauley: Where's that?
Eady: New York City
Neil McCauley: How long you've been here?
Vincent Hanna: You were supposed to get back to me last night, where the fuck have you been?
Albert Torena: I couldn't break free
Sgt. Drucker: Let's violate his ass right now
Vincent Hanna: I "do" for you, you don't "do" for me is that it?
Albert Torena: I swear I was out all night generating leads and shit for you, I'm cutting it real smooth. I'm a dancer
Sgt. Drucker: Bullshit, you're a speed freak you're jacking amphetamines again
Vincent Hanna: Did you fall in love last night? Just tell me that, I'll buy that
Albert Torena: I swear my brother Richard's is going to talk to you, he'll meet you tonight he'll meet you at BJ'S at 2AM
Vincent Hanna: You be there too
Nate: [to Neil looking at personnel files of Vincent] Vice sergeant, graduate school, marine corps, lieutenant in robbery homicide, major crimes unit. He's taken down some heavy crews. He's a fucking maniac! He was working narcotics before that, and has been three marriages times, what'd you think that means? He like staying at home? Be it as it may, he's one of these guys out there prowling around all night, dedicated.
Vincent Hanna: [On the police band to all units nearby referring to Neil and his crew after the robbery] Alright we're going to have to take them in the car wait until their all in, take clean shots, and watch your background
Neil McCauley: [after the bank robbery in his clinic] So, how is he?
Dr. Bob: [Treating Chris after having been shot] His got blood loss and shock, so I'll give him some morphine for the pain.
Neil McCauley: What's the bottom line?
Dr. Bob: It's mostly tissue damage which is good but his clavicle is fractured, can he rest for a while?
Neil McCauley: Six to seven hours.
Dr. Bob: That's it?
Neil McCauley: That's it.
Nate: [Over the phone] Are you on a cellular or a hard line?
Neil McCauley: Cellular, It's a new one
Nate: Your guy lives in Hillside Terrace in Encino, 10725
Neil McCauley: 10725
Neil McCauley: What about Chris?
Nate: He's at my place
Neil McCauley: Next, Waingro
Nate: You got the time?
Neil McCauley: I'll make time, I'll need a new "out" laid out
Kelso: As I was saying, that's not really an estimate, those are exact figures. I got a record of the cash flow to this bank for the past two months.
Neil McCauley: how do you get this information?
Kelso: It comes to you, this stuff just flies through the air, they send this information "beamed" out over the fucking place, you just got to know how to grab it, see, I know how to grab it.
Vincent Hanna: [to the emergency room nurse while the emergency room doctor comes over, after bringing Lauren to the emergency room at the children's hospital] I want you to get a trauma surgeon and a vascular surgeon. I think she cut both arteries, plu.s I can hardly feel her pulse, her pressure is way down so is her respiration
Children's Hospital Doctor: When was the last time anybody saw her?
Vincent Hanna: [while comforting and hugging Justine] I don't know
Children's Hospital Doctor: [while taking Lauren's pulse] Where you find her?
Vincent Hanna: Bath tub.
Vincent Hanna: [while in the hospital waiting room, referring to Lauren] what about her dad, want me to call him?
Justine Hanna: he's somewhere in the Sierras
Vincent Hanna: oh
Justine Hanna: [referring to his hotel room, implying Lauren sees him as a father figure] she chose you, she picked your place, it's not right, what happened to her
Vincent Hanna: [after his pager beeps] no it's not
Justine Hanna: [realizing he has to leave] is there any way that it could work out between us?
Vincent Hanna: [eventually referring to her preference of a man that's stays at home more often] I wish I can say yes you know, but in the end, it's like you said, all I am is what I'm going after. I'm not what you want. Justine
Justine Hanna: well, go on if you have to.
Vincent Hanna: I'll stay
Justine Hanna: no, it's ok, I can handle this, just be careful, call me here and let me know you're ok, ok?
Elaine Cheritto: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, to Michael after he showed her an expensive ring he bought for her, and thanking him by hugging and kissing him] you are insane
Elaine Cheritto: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, to Neil, referring to the ring Michael bought for her] did you know about this?
Neil McCauley: [at a fancy restaurant with their families, after smiling and briefly remaining silent, jokingly referring to Michael and the ring he bought for her] just don't ask where he got it
Elaine Cheritto: [after everybody laughs from Neal's joke] yeah that's what I was going to say
Claudia: You know I can't let you use our news footage.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I am the kind of man who'd invade your first amendment rights?
Claudia: Is that a straight question?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I don't want to use it. I want to see it. If I wanted to use it, I'd subpoena it and you could heroically defend the integrity of the fifth estate. This isn't that; this is this: do me a favor.
Claudia: What do I get?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: I'll owe you one.
Claudia: One what?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Depends what you got.
[She stops. He smiles. She laughs]
Claudia: I want an exclusive.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Impossible. I will give you a head start. Three to five minutes lead time. On a fast breaking event I control, I will let you in on it three to five minutes ahead of everybody else. What do you say?
[She shakes hands with Hanna]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: [TV Monitor: Aerial POV: ROBBERY SCENE: We SWEEP through the sky and across rooftops to it just as first police car shreds its tires, the second police car crashes and a third police car, trying to avoid it, shreds its tires too. Then the image sweeps in an arc to a more directly overhead view of the armored truck: the three bodies lying in pools of blood. It HOLDS there. Then it cuts to the interview Claudia taped at the crime scene] Can I see it?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: [Video Technician rewinds the tape and plays the beginning] Stop.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Blow up this quarter.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: [the Video Technician types on keyboard and enlarges and computer enhances the top left quarter of the image. We barely make out shapes emerging from the ambulance as the camera swings in its arc] Try another couple of fields.
Video Technician: Here you go, Lieutenant. This is as good as it gets. There's not enough pixels in a Beta SP analog to get you any more enhancement.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Okay.
[the image is closer but more blurred, patches of light and dark. The features of the men are too indistinct for identification. They seem ghostly, large, frightening]
Sgt. Drucker: [Offering Charlene Shiherlis deal in the safe house] If you don't betray Chris, you victimize Dominick because he becomes an orphan when you go to prison as an accessory because you have no living parents to take him, so he ends up state raised at foster homes and juvenile facilities, then he steals a car and winds up at prisons like Chino, "fucked for life", you know what happens, because you've been there, Dominick didn't get a chance to choose his life but Chris did, if you do betray Chris you get off clean, you can do it for your kid so you can raise him yourself.
Charlene Shiherlis: It's because I'm married to a gambling junkie who won't listen
Chris Shiherlis: Get in the fucking car
Charlene Shiherlis: What am I doing in this rat bastard relationship?
Chris Shiherlis: What do you want from me? Leave the bank book, the car keys and the kitchen on your way out the door
Charlene Shiherlis: You keep that up and Dominic will go with me
Sgt. Drucker: [to Albert] I paged your ass all day. I can't stand fuckin' pagin'.
[from a deleted scene:]
Neil McCauley: And I am double the worst trouble you ever had.
Justine Hanna: I may be stoned on grass and Prozac, but... you've been walking through our life dead. And now I have to demean myself with Ralph just to get closure with you.
Waingro: Want some pie brother?
Neil McCauley: Our problem is take the bank or split right now, do not go home, do not pack, nothing. 30 secs flat from now we are gone on our separate ways, that's it...
Neil McCauley: [in Neil's living room. referring to the jobs they pulled] with everything we've been doing?
Chris Shiherlis: Vegas and Super bowl cleaned me out
Neil McCauley: You got something else on the side?
Chris Shiherlis: Nothing regular.
Neil McCauley: Charlene got something else on the side?
Chris Shiherlis: No.
Neil McCauley: You sure?
Chris Shiherlis: Yeah I'm sure
Vincent Hanna: [Referring to Neil] Someone somewhere is trying to put together a new way out for him
Detective Casals: You don't think he already had one already laid out?
Vincent Hanna: Sure he did, would you trust yours after this afternoon?
Detective Casals: How much time we got?
Vincent Hanna: Eight to ten hours tops
Nate: [Hands Neil an envelope with new ID's] the plane is at the charter terminal, LAX hanger seventeen
Neil McCauley: Where's Chris?
Nate: His gone, his going on back for Charlene
Neil McCauley: Did you bring him here?
Nate: Yeah I did
Neil McCauley: What happened?
Nate: He just took off, it's a free country brother.
Nate: [Discussing the amount of money stolen from the armored car robbery] A million six forty cents on the dollar six hundred forty thousand to you and another fifty front money I'll get you the rest in three days
Neil McCauley: [Looking at a name on a vanilla envelop] Malibu Equity Investments
Nate: They run investment portfolio for offshore drug money
Neil McCauley: What'd we got?
Nate: We ripped off his bearer bonds
Neil McCauley: His got insurance.
Nate: That's the point, he collects a hundred percent from the insurance, he is a "player" and maybe buys his bonds back from us for sixty percent of their value make forty percent on top of the hundred percent but instead of selling it back to him we sell it out on the street that's an extra three hundred thousand to you.
Neil McCauley: Try it on.
Neil McCauley: [to the bank customers and employees during the robbery] Right now I want you to sit on the floor and put your hands on your head, anybody feels sick, anybody got heart trouble, go ahead and lean against the wall.
Charlene Shiherlis: [upon entering the safe with Alan, while carrying Dominick, startled to see police officers already waiting inside, realizing he set her up to be turned into the police] you slimy piece of shit
Alan Marciano: you wanted out from under right? You're scared to death right? If you want "out" this is "out"
Charlene Shiherlis: [referring to how he will be benefited from turning her into the police] yeah what's your end?
Harry Dieter: [walking behind him holding a piece of paper inside the offices at their police precinct] hey you guys working on a case on a Neil McCauley? This C.I Hugh Benny just called in on a bank their looking at or something
Detective Casals: [turns around stunned and reads the details on the piece of paper and yells to Vincent from across the room] Far East National Bank at 11:30
Sgt. Drucker: [to Alan Marciano in a safe house, with Charlene, referring to Charlene having to give up her husband Chris in order to save their son from being taken away from them and being raised by the state government] take it easy, you heard me, she had a rough ride.
Detective Casals: [walking around a metal container storage lot in the Los Angeles Harbor with Vincent, Drucker, Bosko, and Schwartz, recreating where Neil was walking and looking at with Michael and Chris] they were looking back in this direction, a container facility? what cartage theft? Too visible, too "low ball" for them.
Bosko: next door is a oil refinery, over there is scrap yard
Schwartz: oil refinery, pays only by check, no cash around, same for the scrap yard.
Vincent Hanna: [sarcastically] maybe they're stealing hub caps
Vincent Hanna: [looking in all directions] a oil refinery and a scrap yard, what the hell is going on?
Bosko: that's what we're trying to figure out, we thought we had them
Waingro: [meeting Waingro for the first time, while driving a tow truck] you guys always work together?
Michael Cheritto: all the time
Waingro: real tight crew huh?
Michael Cheritto: real tight
Waingro: yeah if this works good I'd consider going again you know?
Michael Cheritto: stop talking ok, slick?
Neil McCauley: [over the radio, referring to the armored car] how's he doing?
Trejo: [over the radio, while following the armored car] a hundred percent, right on schedule, made a right on Venice Boulevard, we're a mile and half from you
Neil McCauley: ok
Trejo: just crossed over the number one lane, three hundred yards from you now
Neil McCauley: get set
Michael Cheritto: I am
Trejo: here we go
Vincent Hanna: [over the phone in his car] tell me Albert Torena called
Detective Casals: [to Drucker at the police precinct] Albert Torena call Vincent?
Sgt. Drucker: no
Detective Casals: no, report came in: the explosive was Dye-ex, linear shaped charge, used in demolition, you can pick it up with a driver's license in Nevada, Arizona, Mexico, too common to trace the sale
Vincent Hanna: [sarcastically] oh that's wonderful
Justine Hanna: what happened? Where you been?
Vincent Hanna: work, Lauren's dad show up?
Justine Hanna: didn't call, didn't show
Justine Hanna: we waited for you until ten thirty
Vincent Hanna: does this guy have any idea of what's going on with this kid?
Justine Hanna: I don't know
Vincent Hanna: what a jerk, is she ok?
Justine Hanna: she's been in her room all day, so no, she's not ok, neither am I. I made dinner for us 4 hours ago every time I try to maintain a consistent mood between us you withdraw
Vincent Hanna: I got three dead bodies on the sidewalk off Venice Boulevard. I'm sorry the God damn chicken got over cooked
Neil McCauley: [repeated line, giving step by step instructions to the Driver at Drive-in] your right hand only
Neil McCauley: [repeated line, giving step by step instructions to the Driver at Drive-in] put your hands where I can see them
Neil McCauley: [instructing him from the drivers side of his station wagon] put your hands where I can see them
Driver at Drive-in: [listening to his instructions from the drivers side of his from the drivers side of his station wagon] what?
Neil McCauley: I tell what to do, I tell you how to do it
Driver at Drive-in: [nervously remains silent]
Neil McCauley: right hand only, your right hand only take the package and throw it in here
Vincent Hanna: [Vincent sees her sitting alone at a bus stop, Bosko pulls a U-turn and stops up next to her] hey sweety, what happened? Did you forget your mom was picking you up?
Lauren Gustafson: [shakes her head] no
Vincent Hanna: so what's going on?
Lauren Gustafson: I felt like being alone
Vincent Hanna: ok, get in, i'll drive you home
Lauren Gustafson: hey Mike
Bosko: [from the driver's seat] Hi Lauren
Bartender: [in a bar] so where you been?
Waingro: [referring to serving time at Pelican Bay State Prison Inside the Special Housing Unit] in the SHU at Pelican Bay, B- wing
Bartender: [remains silent]
Waingro: [asking him if he any jobs he can work] I'm a cowboy, looking for anything "heavy", that guy told me to come see you, that is why I am here
Bartender: [writes down contact information and hands it to him] why don't you call this guy, he's always looking for extra help.
Waingro: thank you, brother.
Vincent Hanna: [while watching Chris yank open the door to the Investment Grade Metals building after business hours with his team and other undercover police officers with a SWAT team standing by] Open sesame.
Captain Jackson: [while watching Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building] One of them is coming out.
Sgt. Drucker: [referring to Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building to Captain Jackson] Just hold it.
Sgt. Drucker: [over the radio, referring to Neil leave the Investment Grade Metals building] Vincent his not carrying anything.
Vincent Hanna: [over the radio] yeah, I see
Captain Jackson: [as Chris exits the Investment Grade Metals building] here we go
Sgt. Drucker: not until my boss says so
Sgt. Drucker: [over the radio] Vincent both of them are not carrying anything
Vincent Hanna: [disappointed, after looking at Bosko and Casals, and Casals shakes his head implying they shouldn't arrest them for a misdemeanor] ok let then go
Vincent Hanna: [talking to himself and to Bosko, Schwartz, after he tosses his radio to Bosko, demoralized on not arresting Neil and his team for breaking and entering] Back to work.
Rachel: [he just walked up to the crime scene, hands him a photograph] here's how we found her
Vincent Hanna: [hands her the photograph] how old?
Rachel: sixteen to seventeen, been here about six hours
Vincent Hanna: how'd she die?
Rachel: he beat her head in, same as the others: Cerebral Hematoma
Vincent Hanna: [referring to the crowd of people watching nearby] who's that?
Rachel: mother and siblings...
Vincent Hanna: [interrupts her] what the hell are they doing here?
Rachel: it's their block so I guess someone knew the girl and called the family
Vincent Hanna: [telling her to lift up the sheet covering the body] ok let me see it
Rachel: when I run the DNA and check the semen, my intuition is it's the same guy, so it's a series and ending up in your court
Vincent Hanna: is the Sheriff's homicide getting anywhere yet?
Rachel: [before the Hooker's Mother runs past the police line and Vincent stops her] not yet
Sgt. Drucker: [over the phone with Vincent, in the safe house, referring to Charlene contacting Chris so she can convince him to come see her then they can apprehend him] we're set here, she'll make the call
Sgt. Drucker: [over the phone with Vincent, in the safe house, referring to a car approaching the safe house which could be Chris] yeah, we got a "live" one
Chris Shiherlis: [after seeing Charlene signaling him, warning him it was a trap to arrest him, to the Basketball Player] Hey man, do you any place to get something to eat around here?
Basketball Player: [while pointing to the direction of the restaurant] Yeah, Baresse restaurant, on Dell Avenue, it's right over there.
Children's Hospital Nurse: [to Justine, giving her and Vincent an update on Lauren] Your daughter's out of surgery now and her vital signs are stable, the surgeon will be out to speak to you in a few moments to let you know what's going on.
Justine Hanna: She's ok?
Children's Hospital Nurse: She's doing good.
Vincent Hanna: [as he hugs Justine] It'll be ok, honey, it's going to be ok.
Justine Hanna: [while crying and hugging Vincent] How could she do this to herself?
Vincent Hanna: I'm not going anywhere, understand?
Justine Hanna: Yes.
Vincent Hanna: I'm right here.
Neil McCauley: [to Eady, referring to the car, before entering the hotel to kill Waingro] I'll be right back, just leave it running.
News Anchorman: tragedy at a southland neighborhood today, a bank robbery shootout "spilled out" into the street. Claudia Newman live on the scene, she has the latest.
Claudia: this afternoon this neghborhood was terrorized by a bank hold up gone wrong with the streets filled with mid-day shoppers and kids.
Neil McCauley: [over the phone after seeing Chris sleeping on the floor of his empty living room] Chris' is at my place, what's wrong?
Charlene Shiherlis: [over the phone, implying he shouldn't get involved with their personal family matters] husband and wife stuff.
Neil McCauley: I'll let him sleep it off here.
Bosko: [On the police band to all units nearby police units, referring to setting up road blocks to block Neil's getaway car's escape routes after the bank robbery] I want a block at Figueroa and 5th St., I want a block at north bound Flower St. at 6th St.
Detective Casals: [driving with Vincent and Bosko to confront Neil and his crew with Drucker and Schwartz following behind them in another car, watching Neil and his crew exit the bank after the robbery] they're already coming out
Donald Breedan: [while sitting in the drivers seat of their getaway car, yelling to Chris after he opens fire on Drucker and Casals when seeing them from across the street after the bank robbery] get in the fuckin' car!
Vincent Hanna: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] which one's "slick"?
Detective Casals: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant, referring to Michael's physical description and the hidden locations inside his car] the wide one, we've got two transmitters: one's in the wheel wall, the backup is in the firewall.
Detective Casals: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] the one with the blonde hair is Chris Shiherlis, SIS has a revolving tail and a wire on the house phone
Sgt. Drucker: [while watching Neal and his crew's family leave the fancy restaurant] Cheritto's crew is into precious metals, platinum silver and some gold bullion
Vincent Hanna: [watching Neal leave the fancy restaurant by himself] who's the loner?
Detective Casals: it's the first time we're seeing him, we're not on him yet
Vincent Hanna: get on it
Waingro: [attempting to convince Neil, Chris, and Michael why he had to shoot the armored car guard] He was making a move, I had to "get it on."
Bosko: I knew this guy in grade school, his name was Raoul or whatever, anyway the guy could take his fingers and fold them one over the others then he'd turn his eyelids inside out.
Richard Torena: [to Vincent inside a club] I'm tellin' you man, this "slick ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Vincent Hanna: you said "slick", what'd does that mean?
Richard Torena: slick," that's what he calls people
Vincent Hanna: tell me about him
Richard Torena: [first describing his physical appearance, eventually pointing to his left forearm showing him where one of Michael's tattoos are] about six feet tall, a lot of jail house tats, his got a big ass Peacock right here
Vincent Hanna: what's his name?
Vincent Hanna: Cheritto, Michael Cheritto
Detective Casals: [over the phone, reading Cheritto's criminal history] thirty-three busts since 1976, eleven for armed robbery, three convictions, two out of a three to five-year beef in Attica, three years in Marion, five years in Folsom, often knocked back for involuntary manslaughter, jacket's two inches thick
Vincent Hanna: ok who do I have there now?
Bosko: Drucker and me boss and Schwartz
Nate: [repeated line to different people in different situations, implying it's just the way it is and leave it as it is] be it as it may
Neil McCauley: [while sitting in a diner and waiting for and referring to Trejo] where the hell is he? I checked the lot for a "work car"
Michael Cheritto: so did I
Michael Cheritto: [over his cell phone with Trejo, before giving it to Neal] yeah?
Neil McCauley: yeah
Trejo: hey, use a land line, call me at 103-7206
Neil McCauley: right
Trejo: [over the phone with Neal, after realizing he can't drive the getaway car for the bank robbery because his under surveillance by the police and doesn't to lead Vincent and his team to their next score] Alright, hey I'm sorry man last thing I want to do is let you down
Vincent Hanna: [to Hugh Benny after throwing him through a screen door onto the patio of an apartment complex with Casals watching] you ratted McCauley to us, how'd you know?Who told you?WHO?
Sgt. Drucker: [while in a safe house referring to Charlene] fix her a drink or something, look in the cabinets above the sink
Alan Marciano: [after feeling belittled and criticized by Charlene for giving her up in exchange for his own immunity] fuck her
Sgt. Drucker: you better get in there and stay in here
Eady: [referring to the bank robbery she saw on the news] what'd you do? That was you?
Neil McCauley: that's what I don't do. I don't sell metals, it would've been ok, flight out after, now it's "jammed" we gotta go together
Eady: [terrified and shocked, referring to Donald and Michael] those other people were with you?
Solenko, Restaurant Manager: [surprised to see Donald leaving during his shift, standing in his way before being pushed side by him in frustration] where do you think you're going?
Chris Shiherlis: [over radio with Neal, hiding on the the roof of the concession stand at the abandoned drive-in movie theater, warning him of where the shooter is] behind you on the right.
Vincent Hanna: [while in an elevator with Casals on their way to question Hugh Benny, estimating the amount of time Neal has left to escape] eight to ten hours is enough time to set up a new "out", after that his gone bye, bye, bang!
Sgt. Drucker: [while in a safe house referring to Charlene] fix her a drink or something, look in the cabinets above the sink
Alan Marciano: [feeling belittled after being criticized by Charlene for giving her up in exchange for his own immunity] fuck her
Sgt. Drucker: you better get in there and stay in here
Eady: [referring to the bank robbery she saw on the news] what'd you do? That was you?
Neil McCauley: that's what I don't do. I don't sell metals, it would've been ok, fly out after but now it's "jammed" we gotta go together
Eady: [terrified and shocked, referring to Donald and Michael] those other people were with you?
Sergeant Drucker: [Hanna and Drucker are walking out and are in the corridor] Not bad.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: What did it tell us: the score was taken down by the blur people.
Claudia: How'd it go?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Hey. Thanks. I'll be talking to you.
Sergeant Drucker: [Claudia watches Hanna and Drucker walk away down the hall. She keeps her eye on them longer than she has to... Hanna's dialing his cellular] We know they're caucasian.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Yeah, Drucker. That narrows it down a lot: the white race.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: It's Vincent.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: We're on our way in so tell me then. Albert Torena call me?
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Transfer him if he does.
[Hanna and Drucker both enter Hanna's Office]
Lt. Vincent Hanna: [Hanna glances at file] Forensics on the explosive, Mike?
Bosko: [Casals and Schwartz joins them. The three sit on desks. Casals is sitting at his desk. Schwartz stands bye] Not yet, boss.
Casals: I've been through hours of tape. Nothing.
Schwartz: We busted out with Goldstein and Alfaro.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Then this was fenced either higherline than we're tapped into or by out-of-towners.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Get lists from the SEC of indicted stockbrokers, etc., and defrocked lawyers from the California Bar.
Lt. Vincent Hanna: Call me if anything breaks, Casals.
[Casals nods. Hanna leaves]
Donald Breedan: [in a diner] My parole officer told me to come by here because he had a job for me
Solenko, Restaurant Manager: I was told your familiar with this type of operation
Donald Breedan: Yeah I'm a great grill man
Solenko, Restaurant Manager: [with his back towards Donald] Good, good for you, you'll mop out the toilets empty the dish washers bust tables and empty the garbage too, if you give me a hard time I'll report you loaded, drunk, stealing and violate you back so fast your head will spin, twenty five percent of your tips kicks back to me, rules of the game, you change in the back
Alan Marciano: [in Alan's office] LAPD? This is Las Vegas, you don't even have jurisdiction here. I don't know who you guys think you're pushing around, but I know people here.
Vincent Hanna: [Turns Alan's head around to see the Las Vegas cop] Las Vegas PD takes you into custody, you are extradited to Newark on a New Jersey warrant for smuggling cigarettes from North Carolina three years ago or you go to work for us, cut and dry that is it.
Alan Marciano: You can't tie me to her.
Sgt. Drucker: Who needs to? Because your ass is on a plane back to New Jersey jag off.
Vincent Hanna: So, no big thing, all I want is her husband and his whole fucking crew.
Vincent Hanna: [to Neil, sitting across from him in a restaurant while having coffee] I have this reoccurring dream. I'm sitting at this big banquet table: all of the victims of all the murders I've ever worked are sitting at this table and they're staring at me, they have these black eyeballs because they have eight ball hemorrhages from their head wounds and there they are these big balloon people because I found them two weeks after they've been found under the bed. The neighbors reported the smell and there they are: just sitting there.
Vincent Hanna: [over the phone, after giving him instructions on how to set up a trap to catch Neil, referring to the gun shot wound he sustained during the shootout against Neil and his crew after the bank robbery] ok, how you feeling?
Schwartz: [looking at his right arm bandaged and wrapped in a sling] banged up but I'll live
Alan Marciano: [over the speaker phone with the Vegas cop listening] yeah?
Charlene Shiherlis: [while holding a crying Dominick in her arms] yeah you still want me? You come down here right now, Dominick and me, ok?
Alan Marciano: ok baby, I'll be there in two hours alright?
Charlene Shiherlis: alright
Charlene Shiherlis: [after hanging up the phone with Alan] God damn you Chris, God damn you
Vegas Cop: you're on a plane to Los Angeles
Alan Marciano: right
Neil McCauley: [to Charlene, after he caught her having an affair with Alan Marciano and convincing her to give Chris one more chance to save their marriage] clean up, go home