Sean Devine: The reality is we're still 11 year old boys locked in a cellar imagining what our lives would have been if we'd escaped.
Jimmy Markum: They put her in a bag.
Theo: What's that?
Jimmy Markum: That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue. Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes. Janie died in her sleep, all due respect, but there you go. She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.
Theo:
You don't need to talk about Janie.
Jimmy Markum: My daughter was murdered. They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders, and you're talking to me about domestic fucking responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.
[at the crime scene, Sean finds Jimmy screaming and being held by several police officers]
Jimmy: Is my daughter in there? Is she in there? Is she in there?
Sean Devine: [Officer Devine approaches the melee] Hey! Hey, take it easy! That's the father.
Jimmy: Is my daughter in there?
[fighting the officers]
Jimmy: Motherfuckers! Is that my daughter in there? Is she in there?
[Sean gives a small nod]
Jimmy: Sean! Is that my daughter in there? Is that my daughter in there? No! No! No! No, aagggh, no! No! Oh, God! Oh, God! No!
[as Jimmy looks up at the heavens, we get a bird's or helicopter's eye view of him raving among a dark blue sea of police
officers struggling to hold him]
Brendan Harris: I know you can speak. So say it, say you love me.
[Ray loks at John, Brendan grabs him by the hair and pulls his face towards himself]
Brendan Harris: Don't look at him, look at me say it say you love me!
[Ray gets out of his grasp and flips him off, Brendan leaps up after him and throws him across the table. He then goes after
John]
Brendan Harris: My brother does nothing without you, huh!
John O'Shea: No, please stop!
[Brendan punches him and kicks him in the face a few times]
Brendan Harris: I'm comin' back!
[He then goes up to Ray, punches him and gets on top of him]
Brendan Harris: You love me so much you
gotta kill my fucking girlfriend, huh? Speak you fuckin' freak, or I will you fucking kill you! Katie.Say it! Say it or you die!
Whitey Powers: The moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he'd done time. They never lose it, you know. That tension, it settles up around their shoulders.
Sean Devine: He just lost his daughter, maybe that's what's settled in his shoulders.
Whitey Powers: No, that's in his stomach. The tension in his shoulders, that's prison.
Sean Devine: [on the phone with Lauren] Okay. "Hey Sean, how was your day?" Oh me? I'm tired of wishing things made sense. I'm tired of caring about some dead girl, and there's just gonna be another one after her. Sending killers to jail is just sending them where they've been heading all their dumb, pathetic lives. The dead are still dead.
[concerning Dave]
Celeste Boyle: He's been acting kind of nuts lately. I'm almost afraid of him. Do you know something?
Jimmy Markum: I know he was taken in by the cops this morning. I know he saw Katie the night she was murdered. Didn't tell me about it until after the cops questioned him. And I know he's got a hand that looks like it's been
punching a fucking wall. Is there anything else I should know?
Dave Boyle: Hey, you think I can get that Sprite, Sean?
Sean Devine: Sure.
[opens the door to leave]
Dave Boyle: Oh, I get it. You're the good cop. How about a meatball sub while you're at it?
Sean Devine: I ain't your bitch, Dave. Looks like you're going to have to wait.
Dave
Boyle: Yeah, but you're someone's bitch, aren't you, Sean?