Delroy Lindo credited as playing...
Det. Roland Castlebeck
- Memphis: Without disappointment you cannot appreciate victory.
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Did Eleanor tell you that?
- Police chopper pilot: [after Memphis got away from the helicopter driving Eleanor] He's gone.
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: GOD!
- Drycoff: Man this guy can drive!
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: What? WHAT?
- Drycoff: It's probably mostly the car...
- [after Calitri falls to his death, Memphis and Castlebeck both look at Castlebeck's dropped gun. Slowly, Castlebeck bends over and picks it up]
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Here I am smack dab in the middle of a moral dilemma, Randall. You've ripped this city to shreds with that little escapade of yours, you and your Eleanor. But I understand what brought you back here. A brother's love is... a brother's love.
- [pause]
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: You just saved my life, didn't you? So what are we going to do now?
- Memphis: It's your call, Detective.
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: [chuckles] Get out of here, Randall. I'll clean this up. Go, now, before I change my mind. Go.
- Drycoff: What's up?
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: What's the story with that HumVee?
- Drycoff: Gone.
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Cadillac?
- Drycoff: Same. Where we goin'?
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: The only '67 Shelby in the area is registered at a place called the International Towers in Long Beach.
- Drycoff: Let's go to Long Beach.
- Drycoff: That sign said "DO NOT ENTER".
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Ya, you noticed, huh?
- [nearly sideswipe a oncoming vehicle]
- Drycoff: Gee!
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Keep your pants on.
- Raymond Calitri: [aiming a gun] Who are you?
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: I'm a police officer. You don't want to do that now.
- Raymond Calitri: Yeah, I do.
- Det. Roland Castlebeck: Listen to me. You walk out of here with me, you've got some options. You kill me - now you think about this, I'm a police officer - your life will be over.
- Raymond Calitri: No, you've got that the wrong way around. If I kill you, *your* life's over. Not all bad, though. Your funeral will be on the telly. Everybody out there, pressed and dressed. Guard of honor, twenty-one gun salute, and the stars and stripes draped all over your coffin.
- [tightens his finger on the trigger]
- Raymond Calitri: It'll be the greatest day of your life...
- [Memphis appears and kicks Calitri over the rail]