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Mills : I don't know, man. I'd say he's whacked
enough.
Somerset : Doesn't fit. He doesn't want us to help
him stop.
Mills : Who knows? Somebody
freaks out
there, doing their little evil deeds they don't want
to do. "Voices made me do it. My dog made me do it.”
"Jodie Foster told me to do it."
Man : You know, I've seen this nearly take three days
to make a match so maybe you guys want to
cross your fingers
somewhere else.
Somerset : You meant what you said to Mrs. Gould
about catching this guy ?
Mills : Yeah.
Somerset : I wish I still thought the way you do.
Mills : Why don't you tell me what the hell it is you
think we're doing ?
Somerset : Picking up the pieces. We're collecting
all the evidence, taking all the pictures and
samples, writing everything down, noting the time
things happen.
Mills : That's all ?
Somerset : That's all. Putting everything into neat
little piles and filing
it away on the off chance it will ever be
needed in the courtroom. Picking up diamonds on a
deserted island, saving them in case we get rescued.
Mills : Bullshit.
Somerset : Even the most promising clues usually only
lead to others. So many corpses roll away unrevenged.
Mills : Don't try to tell me you didn't get that rush
tonight. I saw you. We're getting somewhere. |
