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[last lines]
Gardener : [in cemetery] Hey - who you talking to?
Raines : The dead. They hunger for human brains. The feasting will begin at sundown.
[Raines walks away]
Charlie Lincoln : Jerk.
Raines : I know.
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Raines : [Raines has caught Sandy's parents snooping around her apartment] What you hoping to find here, Chester?
Vernon Boudreau : Are you deaf? I just said my name is Vernon.
Raines : Mmm-hmmm.
Vernon Boudreau : There's money here. Daughter was sending her little bits so's I wouldn't know. She said there was more for her.
Raines : Chester, anything we find in here is evidence.
Vernon Boudreau : Evidence my ass! Everything in here belongs to me. And why the hell do you keep calling me Chester?
Raines : Honest mistake. See, I didn't even know that your daughter had a father. Your wife I recognized from the photos - nice to meet you, ma'am. But see, in the photos you're missing, Chester - not just missing, you're cut out. All that's left of you is your arm. Why would Sandy do that, I wonder? So I was calling you Chester because it rhymes... with molester.
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Boyer : [Raines has just given Boyer and Lance a mountain of security camera tapes to review] You picked me to do this because you don't like me.
Raines : No, I picked her to do this 'cuz one day she's gonna be a lead detective. You can go scratch your butt with a rake for all I care. Press play.
Boyer : I'm gonna file a grievance.
Raines : Of course you are. Press play.
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Raines : Maybe I read too many detective books when I was a kid: Chandler, Hammett, Macdonald, all the great California guys of the 40's and 50's. I even tried writing a story once, couldn't get past page one. Too many decisions; where do you find the body? 'Cause all these stories start with a body, right? Do you find it by a pool under a sunset the color of a blood orange, or is night with the twinkling lights of the city? And what about the victim? A movie producer in a sharkskin suit, who we think probably got what he deserved? Some beautiful starlet who fell in with the wrong crowd, and never saw it coming? But you know the real reason that I never wrote one of those stories? I became a cop. And I found out the images that I had in my head weren't like real life. Take the case that I got this morning. The body wasn't found by a swimming pool, high in the hills. It turned up in a parking lot by the 101. And the victim wasn't some movie weasel or starlet. It was a poor young woman in cargo pants and sneakers, with a bullet hole in her back laying facedown in the pavement.
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[Raines takes a CD mix out of the player, and is looking at it in homicide victim Sandy Boudreau's apartment]
Sandy Boudreau : [behind Raines] I don't know if you'd like that.
Raines : [startled] Who're you?
Sandy Boudreau : You first.
Raines : Raines, LAPD. Are you... her sister or something?
Sandy Boudreau : Do you see one in the photographs? I didn't have a sister, Detective.
Raines : You 'didn't... have a sister?' You being...?
Sandy Boudreau : Sandy... Boudreau.
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Charlie Lincoln : Sandy Boudreau. That's the victim's name.
Raines : That's right.
Charlie Lincoln : So it's happening again.
Raines : 'Happening again.' I can't do this, Charlie, can't handle it.
Charlie Lincoln : You handled it before.
Raines : If you called that, 'handling it.'
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Raines : I'm losing my mind.
Charlie Lincoln : Are you?
Raines : Well, I don't know, I just had a conversation with a girl who wasn't there. What would you call it?
Charlie Lincoln : I wouldn't exactly call that a conversation.
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Raines : The only help I need from you on this case is figuring out why this is happening to me, why she's haunting me.
Charlie Lincoln : Oh, she's a ghost now, ohhh.
Raines : Hallucination.
Charlie Lincoln : You know she's not a ghost.
Raines : Hallucination.
Charlie Lincoln : It's all in your head, right. Exactly, Michael, it's all you.
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Charlie Lincoln : Look, the victim has always been your thing, right? "Know the victim, find the killer. Know the victim, find the killer."
Raines : That's right. That's right.
Charlie Lincoln : You used to talk to the victim when we were driving around.
Raines : Well, but I didn't SEE - I didn't SEE them! You know, that was behind my eyes. Now, now it's uh, you know, out there.
Charlie Lincoln : Well, maybe this will make you a better detective.
Raines : Oh, shut up.
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Raines : What do you want?
Sandy Boudreau : It's your imagination, Detective; I'm just a figment.
Raines : What do you want?
Sandy Boudreau : I want you to find out who killed me.
Raines : Then you'll go, back to whatever dark, twisted, malfunctioning part of my brain that you come from?
Sandy Boudreau : Yeah.
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Sandy Boudreau : What are you writing?
Raines : A note, instructing whoever finds my body after I blow my brains out, to scatter the ashes over Disneyland, 'cause it's the happiest place on Earth.
Sandy Boudreau : You always this sarcastic?
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William Jones : I didn't do it.
Raines : You sure about that? Uh, arresting officer says you couldn't remember anything about last night.
William Jones : I didn't do it.
Raines : You know that you didn't do it, or you know that that's not the KIND of thing that you could ever do? We've all got a dark side, Mr. Jones. I know I do, stuff way down deep inside that I don't even want to think about. 'Cause I'm a good guy, like you're a good guy. But I know what'd happen if that dark stuff ever got out. What I'd be capable of. But I'm not gonna do it 'cause, uh, I'm a good guy, just like you. When I'm in control. And I'm... always in control. Almost always.
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Gardener : Hey! Who were you talking to?
Michael Raines : The dead. They hunger for human brains. The feasting will begin at sundown.
Charlie Lincoln : Jerk.
