- You knew him, didn't you?
Then you had that one little feeling.
But you waved it away.
You should've listened to that one little feeling.
Just like I'm listening to you now.
You can talk to me.
I'm all the friend you got.
[ominous score]
- You're not exactly a department favorite.
Things probably changed a lot since you left.
- You still gotta catch him, right?
- Yeah. - Well,
not that much has changed then, huh?
- I can assure you all,
we are taking a 24/7,
all-hands-on-deck approach to these cases.
- Guy's a shark. If he stops, he dies.
He likes to drive, probably has a decent car.
Maybe two. High mileage.
- You must really like my car.
- I do.
How's the trunk space?
[eerie strings]
- Something I gotta know.
How's a guy with the best clearance rate in the department
work 15 years without a promotion?
- Maybe I didn't go to the right church.
- When I look in your eyes,
what I see, it ain't good.
- He knew all the details, but he wasn't within
ten miles of the killing.
- Why is that? Why is that?
[revving engine]
- How's the trunk space?
- What do you want? - I wanna nail the bastard.
- For who? - For all of the girls
he killed.
- Look, I wanna nail him too.
The difference is, I'm doing it for me.
[rising score]
It's the little things, Jimmy.
It's the little things that rip you apart,
it's the little things that...
get you caught.
[eerie strings]