Gil: Martin, I don't have a lot of time and neither does Malcolm. Was there a cabin that you visited Watkins.
Martin: You still think Malcolm is alive? Hey Omar, we may need some benzos for my friend here. It's over.
Gil: No, Malcolm is a gutsy kid with one of the sharpest minds I've ever known. You might not have any faith in him, but I do.
Martin: How you yearn for it. To be his father. That's why you brought him into the NYPD, right? Cared for him?
Gil: I did a hell of a lot more for him than you ever did.
Martin: Well, you certainly got him killed.