Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
After that my guess is that you will never hear from him again. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist. And like that... he is gone.
First day on the job, you know what I learned? How to spot a murderer. Let's say you arrest three guys for the same killing. You put them all in jail overnight. The next morning, whoever's sleeping is your man. You see, if you're guilty, you know you're caught, you get some rest, you let your guard down.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.