Jack
This sucks! A maniac gets ahold of my gun and runs all over the streets killing people with it. So, instead of being where I ought to be, home in bed with my gal giving her the high hard one, I'm out here doing THIS shit: roaming around the streets with an overdressed, charcoal-colored loser like you.
Reggie
Look, man. If you don't like it, why don't you just leave? I can take care of Ganz by myself, all right?
Jack
Hey, don't make me laugh. You can't take care of this shit. You been dicking me around since we started this turd hunt! The only thing you're good for is GAMES. So far, what I got out of you is nothing!
Reggie
Yeah. Well, I'm real impressed with you too, man. It takes a real-skilled cop to kick in the bedroom door of a couple of ****!
Jack
Luther knows more and he told me and so do you. I want to know what the **** this is all about! I gave you 48 hours to come up with something and the clock's running!
Reggie
Yeah. Well, maybe I don't like the way you asked me, all right?
Jack
Who GIVES a goddamn what YOU like? You're just a crook on a weekend pass! You're not even a goddamn NAME anymore! You're just a sprearchucker with a number stenciled on the back of his prison fatigues! And I'm through **** around. You tell me the truth or you're going to get the living shit beat out of you.
Reggie
Oh, you're going to kick MY ass now? I think you lost your mind, Cates. Just put your gun back in your holster and get in the car and let's go. I'm serious. I'm not in the mood and I'm just going to end up **** you up out here and it's going to be an embarrassment to you and the police force.
Jack
Let me explain one thing to you, ****: I fight DIRTY!
[punches Reggie; the two start fist-fighting]
