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: We bury our sins here, Dave. We wash them clean.
: Celeste called looking for you. She was worried something might happen. She told me about Dave. Told me what she told you. What kind of wive says those things about her husband? And why'd she run to you? Jimmy Markum
: Why did not you call? Annabeth Markum
: Because it's like I told the girls. Their daddy is a king. And a king knows what to do and does it.
: This part... you do alone.
: You do death alone, but I coulda helped her with the dyin' part.
: And it's really starting to piss me off, Dave! She's my own little daughter, and I can't even cry for her! Dave Boyle
: Jimmy, you're crying now.
: So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave? Jimmy Markum
: The last time I saw Dave... Sean Devine
: Yeah, Dave Boyle. Jimmy Markum
: Dave Boyle... Sean Devine
: Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle. Jimmy Markum
: That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.
[thinking about Katie after her death
] Jimmy Markum
: I know in my soul I contributed to your death.
: Is that my daughter in there?
: 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.
: Jimmy, what did you do? Jimmy Markum
: [rubs Sean Devine on the shoulder
] Jimmy Markum
: Thanks for finding my daughter's killer, Sean. If only you'd been a little faster. Sean Devine
: You gonna send Celeste Boyle 500 a month too?
: Admit what you did.
: Shut up! It's MY daughter! So shut up!
] 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?
: How long? Whitey Powers
: How long what? Jimmy
: How long till you catch my daughter's killer? I need to know.
: [after Dave has told him a story about a boy being molested filled with inconsistency
] One more time... about the boy, and I will cut you the fuck open!
: I remember, I was more afraid of my little daughter than I ever was of being in prison.
[at the crime scene, Sean finds Jimmy screaming and being held by several police officers
: 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
: Motherfuckers! Is that my daughter in there? Is she in there?
[Sean gives a small nod
: 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
[after the hockey ball rolls into the gutter
] Young Dave
: I guess I don't know my own strength. Young Jimmy
] You know, Dave, that must be it.