ellis loves the kid angle.
he's only "ellis" to lieutenants on up, blanchard.
c'mon, billy.
you know what, kid? i got a soft spot in my heart for light heavyweights. you promise not to hit billy and i'll help you look for your partner. i'll drive. you look like shit.
why start now?
lee blanchard's here in tj, and you came here flush out of big q. that's a goddamned strange coincidence and i don't like it. i don't like you and i don't like being down in this rat-infested country when i could be home with my family.
do not use profanity with me, and address me as sir.
bobby boy i do not like sergeant blanchard but he is a fellow officer and i will not have syphilitic scum like you defaming him. now you risked a parole violation for a trip down here.
i'm gonna call ellis.
i let bobby boy go so we could tail him to his pal. but he blew his tail while you were catching up on your beauty sleep, which is too bad for him.
the spic's felix casco, a known dope trafficker. maybe it was other dope scum, maybe lee, maybe it was god. i say let our mexican colleagues handle their own dirty laundry and we go back to la and find the son of a bitch who sliced the dahlia.
boyo! glad you could make it.
you're too raw for him, boyo. old russ is a sob sister, and i'm much more your type.
i wanted bill koenig--
you all confessed to killing the dahlia. we can't prove you did, so you're gonna have to convince us.  query on, bucko.
don't be timid, boyo. that bird made little boys suck his hog.
this kid glove routine's gettin' old--
tell me what you know!
tell me what your girls tell you!
what did you know about the dahlia's missing days?