True Detective · Season 1
You know, I've seen all the different types. We all fit a certain category - the bully, the charmer, the, uh, surrogate dad, the man possessed by ungovernable rage, the brain - and any of those types could be a good detective, and any of those types could be an incompetent shitheel.
Which type were you?
Oh, just a regular type dude... with a big ass dick.
There can be a burden in authority, in vigilance, like a father's burden. It was too much for some men. A smart guy who's steady is hard to find. I was all right, better than some, but, you know, I knew how to talk to people, and I was steady. Rust - now his Texas files were classified or redacted, and he wasn't big on talking except when you wanted him to shut up, but he was smart.
People out here, they don't even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
There's all kinds of ghettos in the world.
It's all one ghetto man, giant gutter in outer space.
I'd consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I'm what's called a pessimist.
Okay, what's that mean?
It means I'm bad at parties.
Let me tell you, you ain't great outside of parties either.
I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law.
Wow, that sounds God fucking awful, Rust.
We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody.
I wouldn't go around spouting that shit if I was you. People around here don't think that way, I don't think that way.
I think the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming. Stop reproducing. Walk hand in hand into extinction. One last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
So, what's the point in getting out of bed in the morning?
I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it's obviously my programming. And I lack the constitution for suicide.
My luck, I picked today to get to know you and... three months I don't hear a word from you and...
You asked.
Yeah, and now I'm begging you to shut the fuck up.
This place is like somebody's memory of a town, and the memory is fading. It's like there was never anything here but jungle.
Stop saying shit like that. It's unprofessional.
And I don’t hold grudges, I believe that’s the shit that leads to cancer.
I think about my daughter now, and what she was spared. Sometimes I feel grateful. The doctor said she didn't feel a thing, went straight into a coma. Then, somewhere in that blackness, she slipped off into another, deeper kind. Isn't that a beautiful way to go out, painlessly as a happy child? Trouble with dying later is you've already grown up. The damage is done. It's too late. You got kids? I think of the hubris it must take, to yank a soul out of nonexistence into this meat; and force a life into this thresher. As to my daughter, she spared me the sin of being a father.
You know me. I don't see the connection between two dead cats and a murdered woman. [pause] But I'm from Texas.
Came close another time... Lori. Maggie introduced us. It broke off. It was for the best, you know, I gave her cause. I can be hard to live with. I don't mean to, but I can be... critical. [sigh] Sometimes I think I'm just not good for people, that it's not good for them to be around me. I wear 'em down. They... they get unhappy.
Hmm... yeah, I think the job does that to a lot of guys. Changes ya. Some guys just notice, that's all.
I can't say the job made me this way. More like me being this way made me right for the job. I used to think about it more, but you reach a certain age you know who you are. Now I live in a little room, out in the country behind a bar, work four nights a week, and in between I drink. And there ain't nobody there to stop me. I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that.
[about Beth] That girl's not 18. Sheriff know you got underage workin' here?
What do you know about where that girl's been? Where she come from? You wanna know Beth's situation 'fore she ran out on her uncle?
There are other places she could go.
Such holy bullshit from you. It's a woman's body, ain't it? A woman's choice.
Well, she don't look like a woman to me. At that age she is not equipped to make those kinda choices. But I guess you don't give a shit what kind of damage she's doin' to herself as long as you're makin' your money.
Girls walk this Earth all the time screwin' for free. Why is it you add business to the mix and boys like you can't stand the thought? I'll tell you. It's cause suddenly you don't own it the way you thought you did.
[Gives money to Beth] Do something else.
[they leave]
That a down payment?
Is shitting on any moment of decency part of your job description?
[Rust sniffs]
What?
You wash up, you got some pussy on ya.
Key to a healthy marriage.
Oh, that's Maggie, huh?
Hey! What's with your fucking nose?
Nothing man, sorry, forget it.
I get a connotation being implied here... about my wife?
Are you saying that's your wife? That high tide you're walking in with?
[Angrily slams Rust into a locker] You got some idea how my wife's pussy is supposed to smell?
No, I just meant you're wearing the same clothes as you did yesterday. [slowly grabs Martin's wrists] Coupled with the fact that I ain't stupid. Wasn't making no comment as to the particularity of the scent.
You don't say fuck-all about my wife... don't say her name!
You got some self loathing to do this morning, that's fine, but it ain't worth losing your hands over.
How would that work exactly?
I'd just apply a couple of pounds of pressure. [tightens the grip on Martin's wrists] Snap your wrists. You're senior detective, think I'm lying?
What do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?
Can you see Texas up there on your high horse? What do you know about these people?
Just observation and deduction. I see a propensity for obesity. Poverty. A yen for fairy tales. Folks puttin' what few bucks they do have into a little wicker basket being passed around. I think it's safe to say nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom, Marty.
You see that. Your fucking attitude. Not everybody wants to sit alone in an empty room beating off to murder manuals. Some folks enjoy community. A common good.
Yeah, well if the common good's gotta make up fairy tales, then it's not good for anybody.
I mean, can you imagine if people didn't believe, what things they'd get up to?
Exact same thing they do now. Just out in the open.
Bullshit. It'd be a fucking freak show of murder and debauchery and you know it.
If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then brother that person is a piece of shit; and I'd like to get as many of them out in the open as possible.
Well, I guess your judgment is infallible, piece-of-shit-wise. You think that notebook is a stone tablet?
What's it say about life, hmm? You gotta get together, tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day. Nah. What's that say about your reality, Marty?
You figure it's all a scam, huh? All them folks? They just wrong?
Oh yeah! Been that way since one monkey looked at the sun and told the other monkey, "He said for you to give me your fucking share." People... so goddamn frail they'd rather put a coin in the wishing well than buy dinner.
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