Theresa:
You don't deserve help! You're a comic book version of a detective, Sergeant!
Sgt. Clay:
Well, you look better in your mug shot, you know. The great Theresa. The master medium. Yeah, for you it's all in the book of... of... what's it called?
Theresa:
Enoch.
Sgt. Clay:
Yeah, Enoch. According to you, this poor girl is dead because of a book that was written 4,000 years ago. Correct?
Theresa:
That's right. I would find a such an unusual paradox of tremendous appeal terribly stimulating, if I were a sleuth. Enoch provides the explanation in every detail of a crime, before it has been committed.
Sgt. Clay:
Lady, you're either on grass, or you're pulling my leg.
Theresa:
No. The problem is in your mind. It cannot accept the truth.
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