Remy Bressant
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Remy Bressant (Character)
from Gone Baby Gone (2007)

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Gone Baby Gone (2007)
Angie Gennaro: So you're bringing the FBI into this?
Detective Remy Bressant: That's the worst thing we could do.
Angie Gennaro: Why is that?
Detective Remy Bressant: Because I don't want to see Cheese kill Amanda after he opens a bag full of newspapers.
Angie Gennaro: It's kidnapping.
Detective Remy Bressant: I don't see a note. Do you see a note?
Nick Poole: Nope. No note.
Detective Remy Bressant: We're investigating a missing children's case here. Kidnapping has nothing to do with it. The fastest way to get Amanda home is go to Cheese, swap the money for her, and walk away. Plain and simple.
Helene McCready: [to Patrick] Do you know Cheese?
Patrick Kenzie: I knew his brother better - Jude. He was a sweet kid. Cheese went another way.
Helene McCready: He wouldn't hurt her, right?
Nick Poole: [sarcastically] Ask Ray.
Patrick Kenzie: All right, listen. All he cares about is his money. If he gets it back, he's not going to hurt her. Maybe.
Detective Remy Bressant: Just keep your mouths shut, okay? We'll get her back. It'll be fine.
Helene McCready: You're going to talk to him?
Detective Remy Bressant: Yeah, that's the idea.
Helene McCready: Well tell him I'm sorry, all right? I mean, he knows me. Just tell him I apologize.
Nick Poole: [sarcastically] Yeah, I'm sure that'll fix everything.

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

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.

Detective Remy Bressant: If you see me comin' you better run cause I'm gonna lay you the fuck down!

Detective Remy Bressant: Corwin Earle. Serial molester, recently work-release. Went AWOL around the time Amanda disappeared.
Nick Poole: Known associates - Leon Trett and his handsome wife, Roberta. The Tretts were released six and eight months ago, respectively. They have drug habits. We don't know where they are, but we think Corwin's with them. Jailhouse snitch claims that Corwin confided in him and told him when he got out, he was gonna move in with his family. Apparently, the three of them have some kind of Addams Family deal going on.
Detective Remy Bressant: Corwin's plan is to keep a kid in the house to have sex with.
Patrick Kenzie: Well, that sounds promising.
Detective Remy Bressant: Not for Amanda, it doesn't.
Angie Gennaro: Do you think this is who has Amanda?
Nick Poole: Well, there's a lot of holes in our theory. I mean, Corwin likes little boys, you know? He likes them seven or eight or nine.

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.

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.

Detective Remy Bressant: [to Helene] You even give a fuck about your kid?

Detective Remy Bressant: [about Patrick] Half the guys he knows are degenerates.
Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, you know what the other half are?
Detective Remy Bressant: What?
Patrick Kenzie: Cops. Don't hold it against me.

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.

Nick Poole: SWAT'll be here in five minutes.
Patrick Kenzie: You're not gonna wait for them?
Detective Remy Bressant: Did you or did you not tell me you saw Corwin Earle with the medallion of St. Christopher around his fucking wrist?
Patrick Kenzie: I definitely saw Corwin Earle.
Detective Remy Bressant: [cocking his shotgun] We're not waiting.

Patrick Kenzie: They say how old the boy was?
Detective Remy Bressant: Seven.
Patrick Kenzie: Second grade.
Detective Remy Bressant: Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would've stayed outside.
Patrick Kenzie: I don't know.
Detective Remy Bressant: What don't you know?
Patrick Kenzie: My priest says shame is god telling you what you did was wrong.
Detective Remy Bressant: Fuck him.
Patrick Kenzie: Murder's a sin.
Detective Remy Bressant: Depends on who you do it to.

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?

Detective Remy Bressant: That bartender wasn't fucking around.

Detective Remy Bressant: Where I come from, you die with your secrets.