Deke DaSilva: Lieutenant? I just got these latest transfer orders from the Captain.
Lt. Munafo: Yeah, don't sing me any operas. I'm not feeling well right now and I'm in a bad mood.
Deke DaSilva: I'm not gonna sing any operas. I'm talking about these transfer orders. Come on, Munafo. I've been working Decoy for nine years and now I'm pulled and I'd like to know why.
Lt. Munafo: Hey, don't start with me. It's Lieutenant. You don't know me well enough to call me Munafo. But I know you, DaSilva. The gung-ho Lone Ranger of the street crime unit. Well, you can forget about that because we've been asked to cooperate with a special federal/state unit, and we will. You and Fox have been assigned to an ATAC unit.
Matthew Fox: Come on! Terrorism is hijackers and hostages. That's FBI stuff. What the hell do they want with us?
Lt. Munafo: I don't know. Your service records may have something to do with it. How many times have you been hospitalized last year? Five? Well, consider this squad a vacation from Decoy.
Deke DaSilva: I don't need a vacation.
Lt. Munafo: Yes, you do. Now, they need someone who knows the local rat holes and you're nominated. Anything goes down, you're the man.
Deke DaSilva: You mind telling me where this came from?
Lt. Munafo: From the Commissioner, and he got it from Washington. They're sending a specialist from Europe... Interpol... to help organize it in conjunction with Federal funding. And this department will extend every courtesy. Do you understand?
Deke DaSilva: [grabs Munafo] No, I don't understand...
Lt. Munafo: Get your hands off me! Understand this, sucker! You're a cop and you'll go where you're assigned! Now, you and Tonto be here at eight o'clock tomorrow, sharp! End of story!
