Annie: About six months ago, this strung-out hooker comes into the PD, beat to crap, screaming that Vic Patterson had done it, and her wounds looked a lot like this. I figured it was her pimp, she was sniffing around for a settlement. Sent her home with an ice pack.
Brass: Oh. I'm sorry. I knew you thought this guy was a winner.
Annie: I worked my whole life to sit at the table with the big boys ... only to find out that the food is poisoned.
Brass: You know, the only record of this investigation is in that envelope, and half the evidence collection won't stand up in court, so it's your call. How many years you got on?
Annie: Eight back in Jersey, fifteen here.
Brass: Well, that's 23 combined. That's a lot of innings. I mean, the worse they can do is make you retire.
Annie: What am I gonna do then? Knit? This is it, Jimmy. This is all I got.
Brass: Well, if it's all you got, then you got to do it right. Remember Mike O'Toole? From Vice?
Annie: Of course I do. Broke my heart when I found out he was dirty.
Brass: Yeah, he was a heartbreaker. Broke up my marriage.
Annie: I thought I did that.
Brass: Well, Nancy used our affair because she was looking for a way out, but for me ... I mean, I guess I'm old-fashioned. You know, a bad marriage is better than no marriage ... I thought.
Annie: And you thought a kid would help?
Brass: You see, that's the thing. I didn't have a kid.
Annie (puts a hand on his cheek): Yeah, you did. I don't see Mike O'Toole out here helping her.
Brass: Well ... I spent a good chunk of my life looking the other way. I mean, so much so that my neck got tired. So I, you know, I got a divorce. I, uh ... turned Mike and his crew in. Started over in Vegas. Ellie. She's like the unfinished business of all that.
Annie: So it's my neck now.