Ironside Season 2 Episode 10

(at Police Headquarters with the sketch artist)
Eve: Chief Ironside, did you see the man or did I? I said that his eyes were farther apart and that there was a flatness to the bridge of his nose.
Ironside: In all the noise and confusion, people running around screaming, you can be sure about a little detail like that?
Eve: I am positive.
Ironside: (to the sketch artist) Fix it, George.
George: Yes, sir.
Eve: Is this your usual police technique, badgering your witnesses, trying to confuse them?
Ironside: It helps to sift out the truth.
Eve: I think I could find a better way.
Probably.
Paul Fulham (Eve's companion): Don't think she couldn't.
Ironside: I'll get her a badge.

(entering the Chief's office)
Eve: Really, Chief, you ought to have a better office. This could belong to an accountant or a professor or just about anybody. But a detective, especially one as, as important as you, should have some place, oh, big, impersonal, scientific, some place full of gadgets to help him find clues and track down murderers.
(Eve spots newspaper headline on the Chief's desk: Lasko Guilty. Sentenced to gas chamber. She heads for the door.)
Well, I'm probably keeping you from your work. You must have dozens of mysteries to solve. Good bye, Chief.
Ironside: Miss Whitfield, sit down. You know, you didn't just come here to deliver a door prize. I may have a big mouth, but I've also got big ears. Now come on, sit down.
Eve: If you want the whole truth, you didn't win any prize at all. It's the only excuse I could think of.
Ironside: Well, I can't say I'm brokenhearted.
Eve: All of a sudden I don't know what to say.
Ironside: (reads newspaper headline) Lasko Guilty. Sentenced to gas chamber
Eve: Yes.
Ironside: And you feel that you're going to be the executioner.
Eve: I was the only witness who could identify him.
Ironside: Plus a dozen detectives who matched his fingerprints, checked bullets from his gun, traced the money he stole, backtracked his moves – all under my orders. By your definition, Miss Whitfield, I'm the executioner.
Eve: You don't understand.
Ironside: And what about the District Attorney and the jury? Each one of them is an executioner.
Eve: Please, Chief. A man is going to die because I...
Ironside: If he does, if he does die, you won't have killed him, Miss Whitfield, any more than I or the D.A. or the jury. His punishment is fixed by the laws of this state.
Eve: But they're wrong, barbaric.
Ironside: Then change them. But you can't change your responsibility as a citizen. When a crime is committed, it's your duty to report the facts.
Eve: It's easy for you to talk. You're a policeman, this is all just, just routine.
Ironside: The day murder and execution are just routine, I'll walk out of this office. Did you ever consider the other side of the coin, Miss Whitfield? Every time one man is proven guilty, ten other are proven innocent.
Eve: You're right. You do have a big mouth. And it says some big words.
Ironside: Just doing some missionary work, trying to gain a convert.
Eve: Me?
Ironside: Speaking philosophically of course. What kind of a future could the police department offer a woman like you?