You tell Sal it’s over. The guns are bought. The killing room is waiting. He doesn’t know it, but he’s a dead man.
When I order some fool killed, I expect him to stay that way.
This city, the law, the crime here, they’re all twisted up at each other like a maze. I came here to be a cop. This city needs something else.
The city’s sick. Sick in a way I hadn’t realized.
Taking a punch is just as important as throwing one.
Family is built on trust, and that’s what we are. A family.
Everybody needs a hobby.
Your appearance can be a weapon, as powerful as any knife or gun.
You’re not a bad guy, you’re just a bad cop.
You think you know who I am. What I’m capable of. You have no idea.
You have a little danger in your eye.
When crooks become more popular than cops, that’s anarchy.
