A tough cop is dispatched to take down a serial killer who has been targeting police officers.

[a gang of teenage lads try to mug Brant in the street at night. Brant produces a long J-shaped wooden stick and hits one of the lads with it - hard]
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: This, lads, is a hurley. Used in the Irish game of hurling - a cross between hockey and murder.
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: A word of advice, girls. If you're picking the wrong fight... at least pick the right weapon.
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: A double Irish.
Wellesley Barman: Only thing buddy, we're closed.
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: [reaches over counter and grabs a glass] Listen up, I'm only gonna say this once. I ain't your buddy. When I ask for a drink, you say, ice with that sir? Now let's begin again. A double Irish.
Wellesley Barman: You want ice with that, sir?
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: Don't be ridiculous, who needs ice.
Wellesley Barman: [pours it] That'll be five quid.
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: [drinks it down] Like you said, you're closed.
Barry Weiss: I want a lawyer and a sandwich. Oh, and I want to update my Facebook status.
Porter Nash: You're not supposed to smoke in here.
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: What are you going to do, shoot me?
[last lines]
Detective Sergeant Tom Brant: There he is. There's Breckney. Get an appetite...
[releases dogs]
Dunlop: [running] Whoa! Aaah! Get... Get away! Get them away!