Scottie: Six months ago some guy comes up to me in Little Havana. Hands me a suitcase. He says, "Compliments of Mr. Calderone." Nothing else. Just compliments. I didn't even open the damn thing for two weeks. Sonny--
Sonny: How much? How much to buy you, Scottie?
Scottie: 70 grand. The calls from DeSoto started about a month later. Information. That's all they wanted was information.
Scottie: I tried to pull out at least a dozen times, but it was too late. I mean, I never expected anyone to get killed.
Sonny: They changed the game plan on us, Scott. Is it still goin' down tonight?
Scottie: You gotta help me, man. You gotta help me, man. I got a family. (Cop cars pull up) I got 15 years as a stand-up cop.
Sonny: Where? Where?
Scottie: I got two medals of valor. I took a bullet for you, for God's sakes. (sighs) They're runnin' a sports fishing boat out of Keys Marina. The drop-off's up river.
Sonny: Am I, uh, am I missing something here, or what, Scottie? I don't get it. I don't understand this. You were my partner. I had you and Donna and the kids over to dinner, what, 20 or 30 times. (starts gritting his teeth out of anger) Thanksgiving, birthdays. I trusted you! (grabs Scottie's throat) I trusted you, you bastard! I trusted you! (Tubbs pulls him off of him, Scottie cries)