L.A. Confidential1997

Jack:
Do you remember Buzz Meeks, Dudley?

Capt. Dudley Smith:
A disgrace as a police officer. Straight-D fitness reports from every CEO he ever served under. What about him?

Jack:
12 years ago he was on a Vice rouse with Dick Stensland. They questioned Pierce Patchett about a blackmail scam. Patchett had Sid Hudgens photographing prominent businessmen with hookers. Anyway, charges were dropped, insufficient evidence. You were the supervising officer on that case and I was wondering if you remember anything about it.

Capt. Dudley Smith:
What's this all about, boyo?

Jack:
Part of it has to do with a murder, I've been working with Ed Exley on it.

Capt. Dudley Smith:
You're in Narco, Jack, not Homicide. Since when do you work with Edmund Exley?

Jack:
Well, it's a private investigation. I messed something up. I'm trying to make amends.

Capt. Dudley Smith:
Don't start trying to do the right thing, boyo. You haven't had the practice. [He turns to the stove and prepares a cup of tea for Jack] Buzz Meeks and Dick Stensland. So, uh, what does Exley make of all of this?

Jack:
I haven't told him yet. I just came straight from the record to you. [Dudley suddenly turns to Jack with a pistol and shoots him once in the chest; a shocked Jack struggles to breathe as he looks up at Dudley]

Capt. Dudley Smith:
Have you a valediction, boyo?

Jack:
[in a strained whisper, on the verge of death] Rollo... Tomasi.