Daryl Edwards credited as playing...
Detective Hoffman
- [Matt is waiting for Brett to return with files pertaining to Mrs. Cardenas' building when he overhears Blake and Hoffman interrogating the Russian he beat up in the alleyway]
- Detective Blake: Now I just want you to tell me again, how did it start? We have you at the scene with a dead Chinese illegal, Pyotr, and a backpack full of drugs.
- Detective Hoffman: Uh-oh. I'd buy you a one-way ticket to thirty years in Assholeland.
- Detective Blake: That'd give you some time to touch up on those tattoos. You boys do that to yourselves, or do you all get shirtless and poke each other?
- Pyotr: Do you know who I work for?
- Detective Hoffman: A couple of dipshit brothers nobody gives a wank about.
- Detective Blake: Bye-bye, dickhead.
- [taps the table]
- Detective Blake: Enjoy your next thirty.
- [Blake and Hoffman get up and head for the door]
- Pyotr: Wait.
- [Blake turns around. Hoffman reenters the room]
- Pyotr: What I give you another name?
- Detective Hoffman: He'd have to be big.
- Detective Blake: He'd have to be King freakin' Kong.
- Pyotr: He is - - - -His name... is Wilson Fisk.
- [Blake and Hoffman stare at Pyotr for a few seconds. Blake walks around the table]
- Detective Blake: Well, what else do you know about this guy?
- Pyotr: Not much. No one is supposed to say his name. But I will tell you everything I know for deal.
- Detective Blake: [laughs] "For deal."
- [Blake unlocks the handcuffs securing Pyotr's right wrist to the table]
- Detective Blake: [to Hoffman] Whose turn is it?
- Detective Hoffman: Yours.
- Detective Blake: I thought I took it for that thing in the bodega.
- Detective Hoffman: Oh, shit, yeah.
- [He closes his eyes and contorts his face, like he's anticipating being punched]
- Detective Hoffman: All right, wait, wait.
- [Pyotr looks between the two detectives, unsure what they're doing]
- Detective Hoffman: OK. Come on. Come on.
- [Blake suddenly punches Hoffman in the face; Hoffman falls and backs himself up against the wall]
- Detective Hoffman: Watch out! Jeez, he's going for my gun!
- Detective Blake: Watch out!
- Detective Hoffman: He's got my gun!
- [Blake pulls out his pistol and points it at Pyotr]
- Pyotr: [holds his hands up] No!
- Detective Blake: You really shouldn't have said his name.
- Pyotr: No! NO!
- [Blake shoots him in the head; in the waiting area outside, Matt jumps at the sound of the shot]