Hawkins:
Local cops got a tip about a warehouse last night. Turned up 500 keys of Colombian pure, couple of stiffs, and a little bit of piece of what used to be Killifer.
James Bond:
Good. At least someone's on the case.
Hawkins:
You may be a pal of Leiter's, but I can only cover up so much. The DEA is screaming to know what happened. You know, we... we've got laws in this country, too.
James Bond:
Do you have a law against what they did to Leiter?
[a couple of men arrive to escort Bond]
Hawkins:
Look... you're in over your head. This is where it ends, Commander.
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