Dwayne T. Robinson: We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages, how come nobody's come to us with ransom demands, huh? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that somebody shot your car up. It's probably the same silly son of a bitch you've been talking to on that radio. Sergeant Al Powell: Excuse me, sir! But what about the body that fell out the window? Dwayne T. Robinson: Well, who knows? Probably some stockbroker, got depressed.
Outside on the grounds Robinson prepares an assault on the building, disregarding Powell's recommendations and all of the information McClane sent via Powell.