- Stephen Kasai: Mr. Cain, your dossier indicates that you have a knowledge of the Far East, an ability to recognise Oriental art and a capacity for thoroughness. You'll be paid $10,000. You have 72 hours. By then, we want to know who killed Tony Grinaldi.
- Johnny Cain: It's no good. I'm through with that.
- Stephen Kasai: You're not through, Mr Cain.
- [he presses a button on the phone]
- Stephen Kasai: . This committee is aware of your past, your ability, your association with the Far East. That, along with the circumstances of Grinaldi's death in your establishment, places you in the arena of those who are guilty until proved innocent. We're giving you three days to do it.
- Johnny Cain: No.
- Stephen Kasai: [the phone beeps and he pick up the handset] Chicago? West. We wish to issue a contract: $10,000; initiate in 72 hours from this time unless you hear personally from a member of our group. The subject is the proprietor of Mr. C's Restaurant in this city. His name is John Cain. C-A-I-N. Thank you.
- [he hangs up]
- Stephen Kasai: You'll do it, Mr. Cain, or you'll be dead. This is Friday. You have until Sunday.
- Johnny Cain: [he gets up] It's all arranged, huh?
- Stephen Kasai: Yes, it is.
- Johnny Cain: Nobody forces me.
- Stephen Kasai: Mr. Cain, I suggest you defer your decision until you've further evaluated the alternatives. Anything less than that would be unintelligent. The offer we made still stands.
- Johnny Cain: And so will your order for a killer?
- Stephen Kasai: Of course.
- Johnny Cain: He'd better be good, Kasai. Somebody moves for me, I'll kill him. And I'll come for you. All of you.
- Stephen Kasai: Should be an interesting weekend, Mr Cain.
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: Take it easy, son.
- Young Policeman: I didn't want to kill anybody.
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: You're not the first cop that ever had to kill a man or the last. In fifteen years, you'll learn how to carry it all inside, you'll know what a dead man looks like.
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: A man and a woman can love one another one minute and the next cut each other up. A drunk in a car, a kid high on pot, a sick molester with a poor little girl can twist your guts. All in one night.
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: Half the time you'll be making out reports another half the time you'll spend in courts trying to prove you didn't lie. And an extra half you'll use trying to remember the names of your wife and kids. Bed'll be hard to get because you don't earn enough, good friends will turn their backs on you. You'll say then. "why can't it be different?" . You'll have one answer: you're a cop. And you'll be on pills like me. Then they'll be nothing left but sex and soda water. And you won't have time for either one.
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: Now get on your feet and hand in your report. Let them look at your head. Finish your shift.
- Young Policeman: Yes, Sir.
- Johnny Cain: You're alright, Miles. Were you talking to him or to yourself?
- Lieutenant Miles Crawford: Maybe both.