Jack Why in the world do you want to go digging any deeper into the Nite Owl Killings, Lieutenant?
Jack Is there more to that, or am I supposed to guess?
Rollo… was a purse snatcher. My father ran into him off duty, and he shot my father six times and got away clean. No one even knew who he was. I just made the name up to give him some personality. Rollo Tomasi's the reason I became a cop. I wanted to catch the guys who thought they could get away with it. It was supposed to be about justice. Then somewhere along the way I lost sight of that. Why'd you become a cop?
Jack [long pause]
I don't remember.
Jack Do you remember Buzz Meeks, Dudley?
A disgrace as a police officer. Straight-D fitness reports from every CEO he ever served under. What about him?
Jack 12 years ago he was on a Vice rouse with Dick Stensland. They questioned Pierce Patchett about a blackmail scam. Patchett had Sid Hudgens photographing prominent businessmen with hookers. Anyway, charges were dropped, insufficient evidence. You were the supervising officer on that case and I was wondering if you remember anything about it.
What's this all about, boyo?
Jack Part of it has to do with a murder, I've been working with Ed Exley on it.
You're in Narco, Jack, not Homicide. Since when do you work with Edmund Exley?
Jack Well, it's a private investigation. I messed something up. I'm trying to make amends.
Don't start trying to do the right thing, boyo. You haven't had the practice. [He turns to the stove and prepares a cup of tea for Jack] Buzz Meeks and Dick Stensland. So, uh, what does Exley make of all of this?
Jack I haven't told him yet. I just came straight from the record to you. [Dudley suddenly turns to Jack with a pistol and shoots him once in the chest; a shocked Jack struggles to breathe as he looks up at Dudley]
Have you a valediction, boyo?
Jack [in a strained whisper, on the verge of death]
Rollo... Tomasi.
J Johnny
You want an autograph? Write to MGM.
Since when do two-bit hoods and hookers give out autographs?
J Johnny
What'd you say to me?
W Woman
Who in the hell do you think you are?
Jack Ed...
Take a walk, honey, before I haul your ass downtown.
J Johnny
You are making a large mistake.
W Woman
Get away from our table.
Shut up! [leans in] A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker.
She just looks like Lana Turner.
Jack [grinning]
She is Lana Turner.
Jack She is Lana Turner.
[Lana throws a drink in Ed's face]
