- [Joe and Bill enter an interrogation room bearing the sawed-off shotgun with which Roger Kensington and Harry Johnson shot Officer Dave Roberts]
- Roger Kensington: Look here, Harry, they sent in the first team.
- Sgt. Joe Friday: [tossing the shotgun on the table for effect] All right, tunnel mouth! Let's all save time! Last April a police officer was shot at Olive and Main, and we think you and that shotgun did it.
- Harry Johnson: [sarcastically] He scare you, Roger? He scares me.
- Roger Kensington: He makes me sick! You've been rousting me since I was a kid, you and every other cop from here to Kansas City, year after year!
- Officer Bill Gannon: Why- if it wasn't for prison food, you'd starve to death. You haven't been out of the Joint for more than two or three years in your entire life.
- Roger Kensington: I'll be out again in twenty-six months, brown eyes! Stay home nights!
- Sgt. Joe Friday: You listen to me, punk! I've handled *jaywalkers* who were tougher than you.
- Roger Kensington: When I get out, I'm gonna waste you!
- Harry Johnson: Hey, there's no reason to work up a sweat, Roger. They told us our rights, we don't even have to *talk* to them.
- Sgt. Joe Friday: All right, I'll talk to you Johnson- You were born in Harlan, Kentucky. Your father was a house painter, killed in the war. Your mother and your sister brought you out here. You went to school in Torrance. You got expelled for throwing a punch at your math teacher. The army took you during the Korean War. They didn't want you: they shoved you out on a Section 8! For seven years now, you've either been *in* jail, or just getting *out*!
- Harry Johnson: [sarcastically] I *do* hope you'll write my *book*!
- Sgt. Joe Friday: [continues] Now your buddy, he's really big-time; Three states want him for parole violations- two for armed robbery, and one for statutory rape, that's in Kansas.
- Officer Bill Gannon: You remember her name, don't you, Kensington?
- Roger Kensington: [sarcastically] What if I don't?
- Officer Bill Gannon: You should-! She was your sister's daughter!
- [Johnson looks at Kensington with surprise]
- Harry Johnson: [upon seeing Officer Roberts alive screams at Kensington] You told me he died!
- Roger Kensington: He should of!
- Harry Johnson: You hear him that shotgun belongs to him not me!
- Roger Kensington: Shut up!
- Sgt. Joe Friday: I'll tell them to roll the tape.
- Dave Roberts: [Friday and Roberts leave the room] You know something Joe
- Sgt. Joe Friday: What's that Dave?
- Dave Roberts: I still don't remember them.
- Sgt. Joe Friday: You don't have to now Dave!
- Sgt. Joe Friday: [Holding the shotgun] Officer Dave Roberts approached and told you to get out! Then, Kensington, you broke out into a rash of real bravery! You swung this shotgun out from your coat, pointed it at Roberts' middle, pulled the trigger, and slammed two hundred and seventy-six pellets into his stomach! Johnson, you dug the car into gear and drove off, leaving that officer with his life draining out into the gutter!
- Roger Kensington: That's a good story, cop, but you need a witness, and that you ain't got!
- Sgt. Joe Friday: Ain't we?
- [Friday tosses the gun onto the table, and opens the door to the interrogation room. There stands Officer Dave Roberts, in uniform. The astonished suspects incriminate each other]