Barbara Stein: I'm not going to stay long, I have a taxi waiting downstairs. My father didn't want to beg for himself. I heard everything he talked about. So I came to beg for him.
Ironside: You know what he did.
Barbara Stein: Yes, I've known for a few days.
Ironside: He told you?
Barbara Stein: No. The night that he bought the marijuana, he came home with it. It was very late, he must have thought I was asleep. But I saw him hide it way back in the closet.
Ironside: Did you mention that to him?
Barbara Stein: No, we weren't talking very much then, and I really didn't think it was any of my business, you know? Until I heard that Beale was arrested and then I looked back in the closet and it wasn't there anymore. It just all came together. If you tell what you know, what will happen to my dad?
Ironside: He'll... probably lose his badge.
Barbara Stein: And jail, will he have to go to jail?
Ironside: It's possible.
Barbara Stein: He did it for me, you know?
Ironside: I know.
Barbara Stein: I mean--I mean, it was wrong, it was very stupid, but he did do it for me. Please. Please don't say anything. Look, in a year he can retire, even less than a year in ten months, if you take off all the sick leave that's due him.
Ironside: Barbara, I'm sorry.
Barbara Stein: Please. Please.
Ironside: You'll never know how sorry I am.
Barbara Stein: He thinks of you as his best friend and you wouldn't do that for him?!?
Ironside: I can't. If he doesn't tell the truth then I have to. Otherwise I'd be betraying everything he believes in.
Barbara Stein: "I'd be betraying everything he believes in." Oh, man, you know that sounds so smug, so damn self-righteous. Do you know I once accused my own father of that?! I once asked him if he thought he was playing God!! But no, sir, you're the one who's playing God now!!! Yes you are!