Character: Marcus Tufo

- Save your ammo, you missed it.
- We heard a code "3" where the responding officers?
- Left a few minutes ago.
- Nobody came?
- You have arrived.
Is thank?
- Did I say "thank you"?
- So I have no reason to say "nothing".

One machine came back.
Only one!?
Of thirty four thousand cops love us just the two of you?
Tess, no, back!
- Responded to a only Tess?
Damn kamikaze!
- Is she alone?
- It are nuttier than we thought.
- Sometimes, the craziness, is a good thing.

- In the real world, you shoot just like that, Loman. Because some guy on meth, because you're a COP. Now, we are even in his division can't be safe. And if this guy gonna pull out a gun instead of the phone, and we will wait until it is too late. But will get a nice funeral, though.
- I would prefer funeral for a worthy cause, and would not have helped this problem.
- Yes, if those who throws stones at the cops themselves would be reviled this icon one day, they would understand that there is a war, and enemies dress as civilians.
- Oh, let's be honest, sometimes the enemies dressed as we are. And I mean not only the intelligence Department.
- Want the truth? Under these clothes I'm still black. Yes, but if I get shot, I'll just be a dead COP. I signed up for that risk.
- Should appear any decisions.
Yes, today I am grateful that you stopped me, but tomorrow... Tomorrow we can be those who are lying on the street.

You know, I was always afraid to have children. I do not know about it, you know? How to care for them when they cry, how to protect them. I didn't know what it's like. I'm good dad, thanks to you. And this is the best gift.

So stupid... it's Hard when they are young, even rights not received.

That's what I'll tell you: being a COP is hard. And it is also difficult to be a single parent. It turns out, your mom combines two of hard work. And the fact that the bad guys in jail, and here you are, smart, independent, conscious, educated, means that your mother copes with it successfully.

- You lost something?
Other. Lost because he did not exist. At least like I thought. Every day I sat next to him... The funny thing is, I miss the man who invented which did not exist. God, how I wish now to talk to him!

He looks so calm.
- He is conning us. In his heart he is waging war. My brave boy...
He wins.

I know that politicians and wimp who stand on the sidelines and criticize our work has never been in our place and not even tried.