Keith Szarabajka credited as playing...
Herschel Biggs
- Cole Phelps: What have you got?
- Patrolman James Mitchell: Looks like a drug overdose.
- Roy Earle: Get away from him, Phelps. This is my case.
- Cole Phelps: Shut your fucking mouth. Since when does a bag man work a case?
- Roy Earle: I knew this creep was in on the morphine heist. A victim of his own product.
- [Phelps removes his gun and points it at Earle]
- Patrolman James Mitchell: Hey, Detective? Can we back it off a notch? This is getting out of hand!
- Herschel Biggs: There's a time to talk and a time to shut up. Now is the time to be quiet, son.
- Cole Phelps: Courtney Sheldon was a corpsman, Roy. He served his country. He went out with a medical kit and an Army .45 and into places that made the Valley of Death look like a picnic. He was either naïve enough or dumb enough to get involved in the Suburban Development Fund along with the mayor, the DA, Monroe, and a certain crooked cop. He was involved in the morphine heist, but he has a puncture wound in his jugular, which makes this a murder case. He was a better man than you'll ever know. You say one more word about him and I will BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!
- Roy Earle: You've finally lost it, partner.
- Cole Phelps: I have a pretty good idea why Sheldon is dead, and I know about Monroe. Your vast corrupt future is draining away as we speak.
- Roy Earle: I got better things to do than to argue the rub with you.
- Cole Phelps: Stay with him until the coroner gets here. Make sure Technical Services bags the evidence. If you let this creep anywhere near it, I'll come looking for you.
- Patrolman James Mitchell: Yes, sir.
- Herschel Biggs: You know, Phelps - you're not the worst asshole going round.
- Cole Phelps: Thanks, Herschel.
- Herschel Biggs: [opening lines] The city on the verge of greatness. A new type of city, based not on the man, but on the automobile. The car, symbol of freedom and vitality. Where every man can own his own home and have room to breathe and not be overlooked by his neighbors. A city where a man's home is his castle. A quarter acre of the dream made possible by the victory. A city of opportunists. A city of dreams where Hollywood will shape the thoughts and desires of the entire planet. A city of pioneers. A city of dreamers. A city of undercurrents, where not everything is as it seems. A twentieth century city that will become a model for the world. A city that has no boundaries, that will stretch as far as the eye can see.
- Leland Monroe: Can I offer you a drink, boys? Cigar?
- Herschel Biggs: Sure, I'll have a Scotch.
- Cole Phelps: Biggs!
- Cole Phelps: So something finally got to you?
- Herschel Biggs: You want my help, pretty boy? You got it. You keep riding me and you won't be pretty much longer.
- Cole Phelps: We can get this guy, Herschel.
- Herschel Biggs: You think you've seen everything, Phelps? I was with the 2nd Marines at Belleau Wood. The things that went on in that farmhouse... my own guys, on fire, screaming for a way out. We are not going to get this guy. There's going to be no photos or citations. We're gonna kill this miserable fuck. End of story. You getting this?
- Cole Phelps: You remember the list from the travel agent?
- Herschel Biggs: Sure.
- Cole Phelps: The Morellis were winners too. Their name was on that list.
- Herschel Biggs: Christ. We should take a look around, work the neighbors, see what they know. I'll go across the street.
- Cole Phelps: Okay, I'll try this side.
- Herschel Biggs: I haven't done this for years.