Hicks: You don't have to do this, you know.
Hondo: The only thing I know is the perfect guy to disarm this kid is sitting on his ass in Northridge because you fired him without giving him the chance to defend himself.
Hicks: What's Buck got to do with this?
Hondo: He's who we need here today, but we don't have him because of you. You could've just suspended him, but no you fired him, because you wanted to do what's good for you, not what's good for this city. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this position right now.
Hicks: You done? You think I enjoyed watching his career end like that? I begged him to fight it. Buck insisted that I fire him. He had shot an unarmed black kid who looked like he was about to die. Buck knew this city was about to explode. He didn't want to make it harder on the rest of us. It was Buck's call, not mine. -- I know you don't respect me.
Hondo: I never said that.
Hicks: Never had to. But if you ever say that I don't care about this city or the officers that work for me again, you and I are gonna mix it up.