Joe Mannix: [entering the liquor store with a gunshot wound] I've got to use your phone. It's an emergency.
Liquor Store Owner: Oh, sure.
Joe Mannix: Thanks.
[as Mannix dials, the liquor store owner looks at a newspaper and sees Mannix's photo]
Liquor Store Owner: Hey... you're Mannix. This guy here that got Deetz.
Joe Mannix: [weakly] Yeah.
Liquor Store Owner: [notices Mannix's gunshot wound] Who shot you?
Joe Mannix: Kids...
Liquor Store Owner: Bird? Pot? Those kids?
Joe Mannix: Yeah.
[talking into the phone]
Joe Mannix: Give me the Gang Squad. Sergeant Packer.
Liquor Store Owner: [hangs up the phone] No way! Nobody's blowing the whistle on those kids over this phone. If they was to find out, they'd... they'd burn this place down... and me!
Joe Mannix: No, they're not going to set fire to anyplace. They're gonna go to jail.
Liquor Store Owner: Like hell they are! They'll be out on the street before I get up tomorrow! Now, look, buddy, do me a favor and get out of here. I don't care if you bleed to death, but not in my store! So...
[sees two gang members walking towards the liquor store]
Liquor Store Owner: Here, come here. In here.
[leads Mannix to a bathroom]
Liquor Store Owner: In there.