Crime thriller films

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"[opening monologue] I was Sheriff of this county when I was 25 years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman, father too. Me and him was sheriffs at the same time, him up in Plano and me out here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time Sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough never carried one. That's the younger Jim. Gaston Borkins wouldn't wear one up in Comanche County. I always liked to hear about the old-timers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself against the old-timers. Can't help but wonder how they'd have operated in these times. There was this boy I sent to the electric chair at Huntsville here awhile back, my arrest and my testimony. He killed a 14 year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been plannin' to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out, he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell, be there in about fifteen minutes. I don't know what to make of that. I surely don't. The crime you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willin' to die to even do this job. but I don't want to push my chips forward and go out and meet somethin' I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say: "Okay, I'll be part of this world.""

- No Country for Old Men (film)

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"[on live TV] The whole world now knows... my son, Sean Mullen, was kidnapped, for ransom, three days ago. This is a recent photograph of him. Sean, if you're watching, we love you. And this... well, this is what waits for the man that took him. This is your ransom. Two million dollars in unmarked bills, just like you wanted. But this is as close as you'll ever get to it. You'll never see one dollar of this money, because no ransom will ever be paid for my son. Not one dime, not one penny. Instead, I'm offering this money as a reward on your head. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. So congratulations, you've just become a two million dollar lottery ticket... except the odds are much, much better. Do you know anyone that wouldn't turn you in for two million dollars? I don't think you do. I doubt it. So wherever you go and whatever you do, this money will be tracking you down for all time. And to ensure that it does, to keep interest alive, I'm running a full-page ad in every major newspaper every Sunday... for as long as it takes. But... and this is your last chance... you return my son, alive, uninjured, I'll withdraw the bounty. With any luck you can simply disappear. Understand... you will never see this money. Not one dollar. So you still have a chance to do the right thing. If you don't, well, then, God be with you, because nobody else on this Earth will be."

- Ransom (1996 film)

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"Then Nick will die too. Nick and Amy will be gone, but then we never really existed. Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be; Cool Girl. Men always use that, don't they, as their defining compliment. She's a Cool Girl. Cool Girl is hot. Cool Girl is game. Cool Girl is fun. Cool Girl never gets angry at her man. She only smiles, in a chagrined, loving manner, and then presents her mouth for fucking. She likes what he likes. So evidently, he's a vinyl hipster who likes fetish manga. If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe, who talks football and endures Buffalo Wings at Hooter's. When I met Nick Dunne, I knew he wanted Cool Girl, and for him, I'll admit, I was willing to try. I wax-stripped my pussy raw. I drank canned beer watching Adam Sandler movies. I ate cold pizza and remained a size 2. I blew him, semi-regularly. I lived in the moment. I was fucking game. I can't say I didn't enjoy some of it. Nick teased out in me things I didn't know existed. A lightness. A humor. An ease. But I made him stronger, sharper. I inspired him to rise to my level. I forged the man of my dreams. We were happy pretending to be other people; we were the happiest couple we knew. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Nick got lazy. He became someone I did not agree to marry. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally, then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country, and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier Cool Girl. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn't get to win."

- Gone Girl (film)

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"[telling other cops about an arrest] I don't know what this guy's on, but he just sits there with a shit-eating grin on his face! So, fuck it. I figure I've got to straighten him out a little bit. So l say, "You've got a right to remain silent as long as you can stand the pain." There's nothing. Not a fucking dent. Not a fucking dent! I decide to fingerprint him in the back room, He pulls away from me, He's a big motherfucker. He's 6'3" or 6'4". He starts yelling, "You fucking harp, this! You fucking harp, that!" I say, "Mr. Calabrese, don't upset me now." I go to put his hand on the printer. He pulls his hand away he says, "You can't print me! I'm made!" He throws the fucking ink pad! And I'm standing there and I'm looking at my new light-blue jacket. I've got ink all over my fucking white shirt. He just ruined my fucking jacket. I'm seeing red. I'm pissed, right? I'm going to get that motherfucker! I grab him by the ass and the neck and very quietly I say "All right, you guinea, you bought it." I threw the fucker out the window! Threw him right out the window. He goes right through the wire mesh, out the window. Now remember, this guy's stoned so he thinks he's gonna die. He thinks he's on the second floor, and he goes... Shits his pants. He shit his pants. He wasn't hurt too badly. It was the ground floor. He had some cuts, that's about it. Now, we gotta go get the guy and he smells. We bring him in the back. I'm going to take him in. I take him back to print him and I make him put his hands down in his pants and he gets some of that shit on his fingers. I say, "Mr. Calabrese, we ain't got no more ink pads. You've got to use your own shit." No more out of Mr. fucking Calabrese! [All the other cops laugh]"

- Q & A (film)

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