Rebecca Locke quotes from The Inside

Virgil Webster

Tell me, how old were you when you were abducted?

Rebecca Locke

I was ten.

Virgil Webster

Same age as the St. Clair girl. And you don’t think it’s possible your own experience is clouding your judgment? That you see something of your own stolen innocence when you look at her?

Rebecca Locke

No. I don’t see myself when I look at her. I see the man who took me.

Rebecca Locke

If anyone asks, I’ll just tell them I was never here.

That would be lying.

Rebecca Locke

So you do know what a lie is. I was wondering.

I don’t like the way you’re talking to me!

Rebecca Locke

Yeah. I’ll bet you don’t. But I’m bigger than you. And I have a gun.

Virgil Webster

I’ve managed to persuade the St. Clairs not to file a formal complaint with the Bureau.

Rebecca Locke

Thank you, sir.

Virgil Webster

They are, however, still weighing whether or not to proceed against you civilly. I’d say they have a pretty fair case. Their daughter’s arm is broken in two places, and she’s claiming you pushed her.

Rebecca Locke

She’s lying.

Virgil Webster

Of course she’s lying! That’s not the point! You’ve compromised my entire team by allowing yourself to be discredited by an eleven-year-old.

Rebecca Locke

She’s ten, sir.

Rebecca Locke

You were there. At the Havens crime scene.

Marty Manning

Crime scene.” You still using the word “victims,” then?

Rebecca Locke

No. Victims suffer injustice. These men suffered the opposite. You. You stop them before they can cause more pain--

Marty Manning

[laughing] Bitch, don’t try to profile me. You don’t have Virgil Webster’s track record. Besides, you’re the damaged one. I’m just someone who’s smarter than a really stupid system.

Rebecca Locke

No. The stupid system accounts for human error. Your ritual depends solely on your ego. You’re about power, not justice. You kill because you’re powerless not to. Just like every other serial murderer.

Marty Manning

That’s Paul Ryan talking. When am I going to hear from Rebecca Locke? Or better yet, put Becky George on the line. I want to ask if she wanted someone to take out her abductor before he came in through the window.

Rebecca Locke

[to Roger Comack] You... you were at the hotel. You wound up with a west facing room, and you saw a girl at the pier. From a distance, she looked like Aubrey Harris, who lives next door. You got curious. Started watching. Next time, you brought your camera. Just to get a closer look, not to take pictures yet. But every convention, you booked a west facing room. By the time you started shooting photos, you were booking the room even when there was no convention. You know it’s wrong. You hate yourself for it, and you hate the girls for making you feel this way. It will get worse. The tension there. And you’ll need to find a way out, to get normal. And that’s when it’ll happen. Six months, maybe a year from now. Just once, but it won’t last, and you’ll need to do it to get normal again. And again. And again. And again.

Marty Manning

We don’t have enough evidence on him, Rebecca. They’ll let him go free. And we know what he’ll do. You especially.

Marty Manning

So you wanna do me, huh? Okay. I’ll give ya a head start. My childhood was bad. I hate myself.

Rebecca Locke

You hate half yourself. The other half you like. The smart half. The part of you that sees things, so quickly, and puts them all together. You like the part that thinks, and hate the part that feels. Because you feel the same thing Roger feels. The same thing Jeremy Fitch feels, and James Havens, and Frank Bicks. Every time you kill one of them, you kill that half. But nothing changes, does it? What happened a long time ago, to us? Still happened. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

Family is a lie. Don’t you know that? They’re supposed to be the building blocks of civilization, but instead they’re just sick little packets of human disease.

Rebecca Locke

Is that why you kill them? You’re the cure?

I don’t kill anyone. I just see a litter of rich white folks pretending like they’re the Brady Bunch, and I give ‘em what they want: some family time together.

Rebecca Locke

You confine them. In a small space. And let them go mad.

Well, let’s just say that after four days or so, with nothing to drink but my urine, those true family colors start to show...

Rebecca Locke

He really loved her. Jason, I mean. In his twisted way. Faked her death to save her.

Virgil Webster

There’s no saving here. He took her out of one cage only to lock her in a another.

Rebecca Locke

Maybe now she has a chance.

Virgil Webster

Maybe. But I suspect what happened to that little girl will stay with her for the rest of her life. She’ll always be in the dark room. And anybody who cares enough to try and rescue her from it... may find themselves trapped in there with her.

Rebecca Locke

I think you’re wrong. She can survive this. I know. I got out of that room.

Rebecca Locke

Where are the others?

Sweetdeath? Fragile Flower? Little Willow? I told you. They’re here. They’re all in me.

Rebecca Locke

I don’t mean the ones you made up. 12 missing women, Ronald... real people. Christina Noxon and Tracy Weinstein and Helena Mar--

Oh. Them. Well. Guess you could say... they’re all in me too. [wheels toward her] I tried with them, Becky93. Each and every one. They were invited. They were guests. We were going to be together. We needed to betogether. I understood it, even if they didn’t. But they took advantage. They... said things. They didn’t know their house manners. They didn’t work out. I hope you will.

You have the WORST house manners I’ve ever seen!

Rebecca Locke

I may be a bad house guest, but you’re a morbidly obese cannibal serial killer. So excuse me if I’m having a little trouble getting it up for your etiquette lesson. You weren’t always like this, were you Ronald? I don’t mean a narcissistic anti-social deviant with a weight problem. You’ve always been that, but you weren’t always alone. Little sis was the first to go, wasn’t she? Did mommy and daddy know that Ronnie Jr. ate her?

Shut up, you! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

Rebecca Locke

If you’d shut yours every once in a while and pushed your plate away, maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in that chair. Or this house.

I said SHUT UP!

Rebecca Locke

There was a time when you could move. Back when you were building this trap for your victims. Sealing it up tight. Probably drooling and planning. But by the time you’d finished, you were too big to bathe, and there was no one left here to hose you down. You got stuck in your own trap, Ronald. Like some huge, bloated spider.

Shut up bitch!

Rebecca Locke

The girls that you lure here -- you know what they see? You probably don’t. You removed all the mirrors in the house when you could still fit through the doors -- when’s the last time you saw yourself, Ronald?

You’re the fat one! They were all fat!

Rebecca Locke

You turned them into fat, Ronald. When you ate them. Wanna see what they look like now?