Dad, stop looking for excuses to smoke, all right? You asked me to quit, I quit. I don't want to quit. Do I look like I want to quit? But I'm doing it for you. I'm not going to do it alone. Do not flake on me. I am not kidding you. I will frame you for something. Get it?
Listen to me: I work terrible hours, often have to leave things early, I arrive to things late. I get phone calls in the middle of the night and all day long. I've never been shot, but I've been stabbed. I've had lye thrown in my face once, and I'm a homicide detective, Trish. Not a policeman or a policewoman. I'm also not a divorce lawyer, but I know about going to court.
Helping a guy like that work through his issues is not my job, okay? My job is to broom the carnivorous sheep out of this borough. I know what this is. This is all about me being lead. It's about you thinking you busted your ass so I could get all your glory. Little girl rescued, pedophile dead, they might name a bridge after me.
She's smiling at me like she's just scored a point off me or something. I didn't even want to go to the damn party. Oh, and also, she can't score if I'm not playing.
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You don't seem to be in the right head space to quit smoking right now.
[Range master watches Duffy shoot at the firing range before reviewing his score] Forty-three out of fifty. Good shot, detective. See you in six months.
Hey, here's a little something: Ray Milland, from that movie The Lost Weekend, he used to hide his in a lamp. Most people wouldn't think about looking there, but my mom used to hide hers in the same spot.
That was her favorite movie. You probably never saw it. Well, it meant something in my house. It meant we don't make noise in the morning so we didn't wake up our mother, who might have been drunk from the night before. My mom, by the way, one night years ago, stinking drunk, she drives out in a storm, veers into traffic, she gets thrown from the car and dies on the spot. My sister Una was four, so she doesn't remember a thing, but I was thirteen so I remember everything, and I've got to tell you, part of me is really glad it happened that way.
Because before I try to talk to Amanda about how her parents were drug dealers, I need to go get you and I a couple of hotel rooms, because obviously we're going to be sticking around for a little while. Don't you wish you'd packed a bag now? [Duffy hands her the keys and she sits down] What are you, a giraffe?
I've got that seat right how I like it. You move it, you better know how to move it back. I'm serious. You better know how to move it back! [Timoney drives away] Man. Short people.
You know what? You were an awfully brave girl last night, and that's okay because you're going to have to keep doing that, okay? Guess what? I didn't tell you this before, but my mom died, too, when I was just a little older than you. Gosh, I was mad, and I missed her, and some days I completely forgot about her and that really made me feel awful, and when I felt awful I felt mad again. So there's no right way to feel about something this terrible happening, okay? The right way is however you feel. Right now I feel sad. I feel really sad, because I don't like many people. Especially little people. I like you. I like you a lot.
