Datasets:
garcianacho
/
Scripts

Dataset card Data Studio Files
xet
 Community
text
stringlengths
1
3.04k
Murderers?
A woman...
Murderers like you?
A woman... so ugly on the inside that she couldn't bare to go on living if she couldn't be beautiful on the outside. A drug dealer... a drug dealing pederast, actually. And, don't forget the disease spreading whore. Only in a world this shitty could you even try to say these were innocent people and keep a straight face. That's the point. You see a deadly sin on almost every street corner, and in every home, literally. And we tolerate it. Because it's common, it seems trivial, and we tolerate, all day long, morning, noon and night. Not anymore. I'm setting the example, and it's going to be puzzled over and studied and followed, from now on.
Delusions of grandeur.
You should be thanking me.
And, why is that?
You're going to be remembered, and it's all because of me. And, the only reason I'm here right now is because I wanted to be.
We would have gotten you eventually.
Really? Just biding your time, then? Toying with me. Is that it? Letting five people die until you finally felt like going out and hauling me in?
Tell me what it was that gave me away. What was the piece of evidence you were going to use against me right before I walked up to YOU and put my hands in the air.
I seem to remember knocking on your door.
And, I remember breaking your nose. You're only alive because I didn't kill you.
Sit back.
Just keep leading the way.
It's close.
I wish I could have been a normal man like you. I wish I could have a simple life.
What the fuck is going on here?!
You've made a good life for yourself...
Shut up!
Here he comes.
What the fuck is going on?
I want you to know, I wish I could have lived like you do.
Somerset...
Because I envy your normal life. Envy is my sin.
I don't believe it.
Hello.
What do you mean?
I mean, at this point, what would it hurt if you told us a little about yourself?
It doesn't matter who I am. Who I am means absolutely nothing. You need to turn left here... at the traffic light.
What's so exciting?
It's not too far away now.
What time is it?
Why?
It's surprising how easily a member of the press can purchase information from the men in your precinct.
David... please...
I visited your home this morning, after you left.
Give me the gun.
Her pretty head.
You didn't know.
NO!
Jesus Christ, man, don't shoot me!
Turn around. Hands on your head!
What the hell's going on?
Who are you? What are you doing out here?
I'm... I'm just delivering a package.
This guy paid me five hundred bucks to bring it out here. He wanted it here at exactly seven o'clock.
Put it down. Put it on the ground.
Okay...
And... and... and he said... he asked me if I was married. And, I could see he had a gun in his hand.
Where was the girl?
What? What?
Where was the prostitute? Where was she?
She was... she was on the bed. She was just sitting on the bed.
Who tied her down? You or him?
He had a gun. He had a gun... and he made it happen. He made me do it! He made me put that... that thing on. Oh, Christ! He made me wear it... and... and he told me to fuck her. He had the gun in my mouth.
"Dear Detectives, Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to light." It's the murderer's way of announcing himself.
Announcing what?
There are seven deadly sins. Gluttony, wrath, greed...
So what? This victim...
... envy, sloth, pride and lust. Seven.
Hey, so gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. But, this was a fat guy. The killer may have felt this was the just best way to torture him. And, writing on the walls happens all the time. It's like the fashionable thing to do.
One is gluttony.
What's this: "I'm declining this case?" It don't work that way.
This can't be my last duty here. It will go on and on.
I know what you're thinking, okay? You don't want to get in bed with this every night, but it's different now. You're retiring. In six days you're all the way gone.
You've left unfinished business before.
Everything else was taken as close to conclusion as humanly possible. Also... this shouldn't be his first assignment.
Have you heard?
No, I haven't heard.
There was a second.
Already.
Greed. It was written in blood.
It's none of my business anymore.
I thought you might want to be filled in.
I'm sure everyone's doing their best.
Yeah.
Good.
Come on. What are you going to do with yourself out there?
I'll get a job, maybe on a farm. I'll work on the house.
Can't you feel it yet? Can't you feel that feeling... ? You're not going to be a cop anymore.
What are you talking about?
You know.
Did you read in the paper today, about the man who was walking his dog? he was attacked, and his wallet and his watch were taken. And then, while he was still lying unconscious, his attacker stabbed him with a knife in both eyes. It happened four blocks from here.
I heard.
I have no understanding of this place anymore.
It's always been like this.
Really?
Well, there he sits. It's not supposed to make sense.
He's not finished.
How you feeling?
I can breathe withour pain now, so I guess I feel great.
Thank you. Tell them, thank you.
We figure you need all the tools you can get to fix up that piece of shit you call a house.
Yeah, that's true.
They're hoping you stop and say goodbye before you go, but I told them not to expect it.
It would be too hard.
He's being arraigned tomorrow.
I read about it in the paper.
I guess... decide for yourself. I don't know what it says. I'm going to go.