Uncooperative? Hey, now, that's insulting. I told you guys everything you wanted to hear when you questioned me.

[Adachi stares at the box for a moment - the carton is slightly bent, the corners wrinkled from being in Dojima's pocket. He doesn't like trades, but surely, this is an offer, and those he takes, because he hardly gets them. Slowly, he reaches out and draws the box towards him. He half-expects it to be empty, and half-knows it not to be. Dojima is too much of an honest brute for that. He slips one cigarette out into his palm, rolling it around with his fingers before wedging it between index and middle.]

Say officer, can I have a light?