Sgt. Al Reardon: [while being questioned in Art's office] Well, I don't understand any of this. It's... It's like some kind of nightmare!
Joe Mannix: Why don't you let me get you a lawyer?
Sgt. Al Reardon: I don't need a lawyer, Joe. I need a friend that will believe my story. That's why I called you.
Joe Mannix: Yeah, now, you, uh, say you were at home all night alone?
Sgt. Al Reardon: Yeah, I... I am mostly since... since Mary left me.
Joe Mannix: Did you know this loan shark? What was his name?
Lt. Art Malcolm: Briscoe. Nick Briscoe.
Joe Mannix: Did you know him?
Sgt. Al Reardon: Of course I knew him. I busted him last year. I had two witnesses willing to swear he was charging them ten percent interest per week.
Joe Mannix: Did you get a conviction?
Sgt. Al Reardon: The witnesses backed off. Briscoe got to 'em.
Joe Mannix: Al, uh... how do you explain the damage to your car?
Sgt. Al Reardon: I can't explain it, Joe! I can't explain any of this! I just know I didn't do it!