Superior acting, writing, and direction are on impressive display in the critically acclaimed Mystic River, Clint Eastwood's 24th directorial outing and one of the finest films of 2003. Sharply adapted by L.A. Confidential Oscar-winner Brian Helgeland from the novel by Dennis Lehane, this chilling mystery revolves around three boyhood friends in working-class Boston--played as adults by Tim Robbins, Sean Penn, and Kevin Bacon--drawn together by a crime from the past and a murder (of the Penn character's 19-year-old daughter) in the present. These dual tragedies arouse a vicious cycle of suspicion, guilt, and repressed anxieties, primed to explode with devastating and unpredictable results. Eastwood is perfectly in tune with this brooding material, giving his flawless cast (including Laura Linney, Marcia Gay Harden and Laurence Fishburne) ample opportunity to plumb the depths of a resonant human tragedy, leading to an ambiguous ending that qualifies Mystic River for contemporary classic status. --Jeff Shannon
I know you can speak. So say it, say you love me.
Don't look at him, look at me say it say you love me!
My brother does nothing without you, huh!
No, please stop!
I'm comin' back!
You love me so much you gotta kill my f***ing girlfriend, huh? Speak you f***in' freak, or I will you f***ing kill you! Katie.Say it! Say it or you die!
Celeste called looking for you. She was worried something might happen. She told me about Dave. Told me what she told you. What kind of wive says those things about her husband? And why'd she run to you?
Why did not you call?
Because it's like I told the girls. Their daddy is a king. And a king knows what to do and does it.
I'm walking to my car, and this guy comes up to me. Asks for a light. I say I don't smoke. He says neither does he. So then my heart starts clocking a buck fifty, 'cause there's no one else here except me and him. So then he pulls the knife on me. Says, 'Your wallet or your life, bitch. I'm leaving with one of them'. So I try to brush past him, and that's when he slices me.
I thought you said you swung at him.
Can I tell the f***ing story?
They put her in a bag.
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.
You don't need to talk about Janie.
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 f***ing responsibility? Good to see you, Theo.
Hey, you think I can get that Sprite, Sean?
Oh, I get it. You're the good cop. How about a meatball sub while you're at it?
I ain't you're bitch, Dave. Looks like you're going to have to wait.
Yeah, but you're someone's bitch, aren't you, Sean?
He's been acting kind of nuts lately. I'm almost afraid of him. Do you know something?
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 f***ing wall. Is there anything else I should know?