Celeste Boyle: He's been acting kind of nuts lately. I'm almost afraid of him. Do you know something?
Jimmy Markum: I know he was taken in by the cops this morning. I know he saw Katie the night she was murdered. Didn't tell me about it until after the cops questioned him. And I know he's got a hand that looks like it's been punching a fucking wall. Is there anything else I should know?

Sean Devine: Jimmy, what did you do?
Jimmy Markum: [rubs Sean Devine on the shoulder]
Jimmy Markum: Thanks for finding my daughter's killer, Sean. If only you'd been a little faster.
Sean Devine: You gonna send Celeste Boyle 500 a month too?

Jimmy Markum: They put her in a bag.
Theo: What's that?
Jimmy Markum: That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue. Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes. Janie died in her sleep, all due respect, but there you go. She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.
Theo: You don't need to talk about Janie.
Jimmy Markum: My daughter was murdered. They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders, and you're talking to me about domestic fucking responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.

I know in my soul I contributed to your death.

Sean Devine: So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave?
Jimmy Markum: The last time I saw Dave...
Sean Devine: Yeah, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: Dave Boyle...
Sean Devine: Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.

Jimmy Markum: And it's really starting to piss me off, Dave! She's my own little daughter, and I can't even cry for her!
Dave Boyle: Jimmy, you're crying now.

This part... you do alone.

We bury our sins here, Dave. We wash them clean.

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