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Jack Crawford:
Look, admit we struck out this month. The lear jet is standing by. The basic lab stuff is on it. You, Zeller, Jimmy Price, the photographer. Anywhere he hits, we can be there in an hour and fifteen minutes. We get the call, we roll. The scene will be fresh. Fresher then we've ever had it.

Will Graham:
It's not over yet.

Jack Crawford:
Oh, for Christ's sake! It's a foregone conclusion! It's 11:30 P.M., the full moon is happening tonight. Give it up. Forget this month. It's too damn late.

Will Graham:
I gave it up! Till you showed up with pictures of two dead families, knowing God damn well that I'd image families three, four, five and six. Right?

Jack Crawford:
You're f***ing right I did! And I'd do it again!

Will Graham:
Great! But don't talk to me about late, pal! I'll tell you when it's too f***ing late! Until then, we go as late as I wanna take it!