Lieutenant Disher: Okay, this is it, room 109. He's flushing the drugs. We gotta take him now.
Uniform Officer: The captain said to wait.
Lieutenant Disher: No, no time. Let's do it. Police officers! Watch her! Show me your hands. Now! Right now! Hands up! Hands on the wall!
Old Man: What are you doing?
Lieutenant Disher: What are you doing, you son of a bitch? Against the wall.
Woman: Oh, my God, leave him alone!
Lieutenant Disher: Tell your hooker to shut up.
Man: My hooker? Who are you?
Lieutenant Disher: I'm a cop. You wanna tell me what you just flushed down the toilet?
Man: No.
Lieutenant Disher: All right, Alfonso. We'll do it your way. You have the right to remain silent...
Man: Who the hell is Alfonso?
Lieutenant Disher: Anything you do say can be used against you- [lights go on]
Woman: Oh, Bernie! Oh, Bernie! Get away!
[Disher takes the piece of paper with the room number from his pockets. As he turns it around, he suspects the actual room number was 601, not 109.]
Uniform Officer: There he goes! Alfonso! Police! Police! Drop the gun!
Lieutenant Disher: I'm, uh-- I'm really sorry, mister.
Woman: His name is Bernard Garrison. He is a retired lawyer.
Man: I'm not retired anymore.