Gone Baby Gone
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[first lines]
Patrick Kenzie: I always believed it was the things you don't choose that makes you who you are. Your city, your neighborhood, your family. People here take pride in these things, like it was something they'd accomplished. The bodies around their souls, the cities wrapped around those. I lived on this block my whole life; most of these people have. When your

job is to find people who are missing, it helps to know where they started. I find the people who started in the cracks and then fell through. This city can be hard. When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to heaven and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world. He told me what God said to His children. "You are sheep among wolves. Be wise as serpents, yet innocent as

doves."

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Patrick Kenzie: Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that, I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card, okay? So you're saying you didn't do it, fine. We'll take your money, and we'll be on our way. When it turns out you're lying, I'm gonna spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up. I'm gonna bribe cops to go after you, I'm gonna pay guys to go after your weak fuckin' crew,

and I'm gonna tell all the guys I know that you're a C.I. and a rat, and I know a lot of people. And after that, you're gonna wish you listened to me, 'cause your shitty pool hall crime syndicate headquarters is gonna get raided, and your doped-up bitches are gonna get sent back to Laos, and this fuckin' retard right here is gonna be testifying against you for a reduced sentence, while you're

gettin' cornholed in your cell by a gang of crackers. 'Cause from what I've heard, the guys that get sent up Concord for killing kids, life's a motherfucker.
Cheese: [points gun at Kenzie] You come 'round here again, and I'm gonna get discourteous on your ass.

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Detective Remy Bressant: I planted evidence on a guy once, back in '95. We were paying $100 an eight-ball to snitches. We got a call from our pal, Ray Likanski. He couldn't find enough guys to rat out. Anyway, he tells us there's a guy pumping up in an apartment up in Columbia Point. We go in, me and Nicky. Fifteen years ago, when Nicky went in, it was no joke. So it's a... it's a

stash house, right? The old lady's beat to shit, the husband's mean, cracked out, trying to give us trouble, Nicky lays him down. We're doing an inventory, but it looks like we messed up because there's no dope in the house, and I go in the back room. Now, this place was a shithole, mind you? Rats, roaches, all over the place. But the kid's room, in the back, was spotless. No, I mean, he swept it,

mopped it; it was immaculate. The little boy's sitting on the bed, holding onto his playstation for dear life. There's no expression on his face, tears streaming down. He wants to tell me he just learned his multiplication tables.
Patrick Kenzie: Christ.
Detective Remy Bressant: I mean, the father's got him in this crack den, subsisting on twinkies

and ass-whippings, and this little boy just wants someone to tell him that he's doing a good job. You're worried what's Catholic? I mean, kids forgive. Kids don't judge. Kids turn the other cheek. What do they get for it? So I went back out there, I put an ounce of heroin on the living room floor, and I sent the father on a ride, seven to life.
Patrick Kenzie: That's was

the right thing?
Detective Remy Bressant: [yelling] Fucking A! You gotta take a side. You molest a child, you beat a child, you're not on my side. If you see me coming, you better run, because I am gonna lay you the fuck down! Easy.
Patrick Kenzie: Don't feel easy.
Detective Remy Bressant: Is the kid better off without his

father? Yeah. But okay, I mean, could be out there right now pumping with a gun in his waistband. It's a war, man. Are we winning? No.

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[from trailer]
Patrick Kenzie: He lied to me. Now I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie about that's small enough not to matter.

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Patrick Kenzie: I'm calling state police in five minutes. They'll be here in ten.
Capt. Jack Doyle: Thought you would've done that by now. You know why you haven't? Because you think this might be an irreparable mistake. Because deep inside you, you know it doesn't matter what the rules say. When the lights go out, and you ask yourself "is she better off

here or better off there", you know the answer. And you always will. You... you could do a right thing here. A good thing. Men live their whole lives without getting this chance. You walk away from it, you may not regret it when you get home. You may not regret it for a year, but when you get to where I am, I promise you, you will. I'll be dead, you'll be old. But she... she'll be dragging around

a couple of tattered, damaged children of her own, and you'll be the one who has to tell them you're sorry.
Patrick Kenzie: You know what? Maybe that'll happen. And if it does, I'll tell them I'm sorry and I'll live with it. But what's never gonna happen and what I'm not gonna do is have to apologize to a grown woman who comes to me and says: "I was kidnapped when I was a

little girl, and my aunt hired you to find me. And you did, you found me with some strange family. But you broke your promise and you left me there. Why? Why didn't you bring me home? Because all the snacks and the outfits and the family trips don't matter. They stole me. It wasn't my family and you knew about it and you knew better and you did nothing". And maybe that grown woman will forgive me,

but I'll never forgive myself.
Capt. Jack Doyle: I did what I did for the sake of the child. All right. For me, too. But now, I'm asking you for the sake of the child. I'm begging you. You think about it.

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Detective Remy Bressant: Kids forgive, they don't judge, they turn the other cheek, and what do they get for it?

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Detective Remy Bressant: How well do you know "Cheese" Jean Baptiste?
Helene McCready: Who?
Nick Poole: Come on, sweetheart. "Cheese" Jean Baptiste.
Helene McCready: Oh, sounds familiar.
Detective Remy Bressant: No. It don't "sound familiar", Helene. He's a violent sociopathic Haitain

criminal named Cheese. Either you know him or you don't.

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Capt. Jack Doyle: Do you have any children, Miss Gennaro?
Angie Gennaro: No, sir.
Capt. Jack Doyle: My only child was murdered. She was twelve. Did you hear about it? What you probably didn't hear, and what I hope you never have to deal with, Miss Gennaro, is what that feels like. What I have to deal with. Knowing that my little girl

likely died crying out for me to come and save her. And I never did. My little girl died afraid and alone in a shallow ditch bank by the side of the road, not ten minutes from my house. I know what it feels like to lose a child. Now damn it, you force my hand and then you question the way I handle it.
Detective Remy Bressant: No one's questioning you, sir.

Capt. Jack Doyle: I honor my child with this division. So that no parent has to go through what I've known. This child. That's all I care about. I'm gonna bring her home.

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Patrick Kenzie: And like that, she was gone. We gave our statements. Nick and Remy the same. All of us spared any blame for Amanda's death. Jack Doyle resigned on the condition that he and he alone be held accountable. He was granted the dignity of early retirement, but the humiliation of half a pension. It was an ignominious end to an illustrious career.

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Patrick Kenzie: So what kind of name is Bressant?
Detective Remy Bressant: It's the kind they give you in Lousiana.
Patrick Kenzie: Oh yeah? Thought you were from here.
Detective Remy Bressant: Well, it all depends on how you look at it. I mean, you might think that you're more from here than me, for example.

But I've been living here longer than you been alive. So who's right?
Patrick Kenzie: I'll mull it over.

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Interrogating Officer: Now, you're at the quarry the other night, right? And you have no idea that this is a setup? You're baffled. Right?
Patrick Kenzie: [smiling] No, because, strange as it might seem, I believe the police when they tell me something!
Interrogating Officer: You're a fresh prick, you know that?

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[last lines]
Patrick Kenzie: [referring to her doll] Is that Mirabelle?
Amanda McCready: Annabelle.

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Cheese: You got my money, you leave that shit in the mailbox on your ass way out, you feel me? Some other motherfuckers let fool rob on them. I don't play scrimmage. But I don't fuck with no kids. And if that girl only hope is you, well, I pray for her, because she's gone, baby. Gone.

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Beatrice McCready: Do you know people in the neighborhood who don't talk to the police?
Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, one or two.
Beatrice McCready: We wanna hire you to augment the investigation of Amanda.

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Officer in Procession: [approaching Patrick and shaking his hand] Mr. Kenzie. Nice fucking job on Corwin Earle.

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Beatrice McCready: You took Amanda with you?
Helene McCready: Well, what am I gonna' do? Leave her in the car, Bea? I don't got no daycare. It's really hard bein' a mother. It's hard raisin a family, you know? All on my own. But God made you barren, so you wouldn't fuckin' know. So I understand, Bea, okay?
Beatrice McCready: You are

an abomination.

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Detective Remy Bressant: Would you do it again? Clip Corwin Earle?
Patrick Kenzie: No.
Detective Remy Bressant: Does that make you right?
Patrick Kenzie: I don't know.
Detective Remy Bressant: It doesn't make it wrong, though, does it?

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Patrick Kenzie: [while watching TV] Fucking cops. This is just unbelievable. The whole force standing outside the house, guarding the sidewalk with their arms crossed. I mean, are the kidnappers coming back?

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Patrick Kenzie: [upon seeing crowds of people in front of Helene's house] Look at this. Jesus. Fucking bloc party here. Four Cape Verdeans got killed here last year. No one gave a shit.

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Lionel McCready: [about Helene] She's at the Fillmore all the time.
Patrick Kenzie: She's at the Fillmore lounge?
Lionel McCready: Yeah, she drinks every day. She's got the gene, you know? The disease. Our parents had it too.
Patrick Kenzie: She use drugs?
Lionel McCready: I think she

does a little coke.
Patrick Kenzie: How much is a little?
Lionel McCready: I don't know. Few times a week, maybe. I mean how much is a lot?
Patrick Kenzie: Few times a week's a lot.
Lionel McCready: Then she does a lot. I don't know anything about that. I put the plug in the jug myself, I got

twenty-three years sobriety, so, I'm good.