Raines

Michael Raines:
I know what you're looking for, some sort of closure. Something to ease the pain, but closure doesn't exist. You're going to feel this in some form or another forever because that's how it feels... when you loose the love of your life. And even if you could wake up tomorrow and not feel this pain, you wouldn't really want that either. Because that hurt is the most sure reminder you have of what he truly meant to you. And that, you won't ever want to forget.

Raines:
Watching a hallucination do the "Macarena". Doesn't get much better than that.

Capt. Lewis:
Close the door.

Raines:
I find you devastatingly attractive too, but we must resist.

Capt. Lewis:
You haven't called Dr. Cole yet.

Raines:
It's been one day. I haven't called my mother in weeks, you don't hear her complaining.

Capt. Lewis:
Your mother is dead.

Raines:
That would explain it.

Caroline Crowley:
[Based on the photo of a disfigured corpse, sketch artist Stan has attempted to draw what the Mexican victim originally looked like] Looks familiar... like I've seen him before.

Michael Raines:
You have seen him before, on TV. You drew Erik Estrada. Is he the only Latino you know? Nice, uh, cultural sensitivity there, Stan.

Stan:
[Disgusted] I'm woking off a Polaroid of a floater with a half-eaten face.

Remi Boyer:
You drew Ponch!

Carolyn Crumley:
[Based on the photo of a disfigured corpse, sketch artist Stan has attempted to draw what the Mexican victim originally looked like] Looks familiar... like I've seen him before.

Michael Raines:
You have seen him before, on TV. You drew Erik Estrada. Is he the only Latino you know? Nice, uh, cultural sensitivity there, Stan.

Stan:
[Disgusted] I'm woking off a Polaroid of a floater with a half-eaten face.

Police Detective Sally Lance:
You drew Ponch!

[last lines]

Gardener:
[in cemetery] Hey - who you talking to?

Raines:
The dead. They hunger for human brains. The feasting will begin at sundown.

[Raines walks away]

Charlie Lincoln:
Jerk.

Raines:
I know.

Sandy Boudreau:
[Raines has discovered Sandy was an escort, and imagines her in a cheerleader outfit] May I ask a question? Did you find any cigarettes? Why am I smoking? Maybe for the same reason I'm drinking even though you didn't find any booze. Same reason my makeup's headed for circus clown and my b*obs have gained three cup sizes. You found out I'm a whore, and this is what a whore looks like, right?

Raines:
[Raines has caught Sandy's parents snooping around her apartment] What you hoping to find here, Chester?

Vernon Boudreau:
Are you deaf? I just said my name is Vernon.

Raines:
Mmm-hmmm.

Vernon Boudreau:
There's money here. Daughter was sending her little bits so's I wouldn't know. She said there was more for her.

Raines:
Chester, anything we find in here is evidence.

Vernon Boudreau:
Evidence my ass! Everything in here belongs to me. And why the hell do you keep calling me Chester?

Raines:
Honest mistake. See, I didn't even know that your daughter had a father. Your wife I recognized from the photos - nice to meet you, ma'am. But see, in the photos you're missing, Chester - not just missing, you're cut out. All that's left of you is your arm. Why would Sandy do that, I wonder? So I was calling you Chester because it rhymes... with molester.

Boyer:
[Raines has just given Boyer and Lance a mountain of security camera tapes to review] You picked me to do this because you don't like me.

Raines:
No, I picked her to do this 'cuz one day she's gonna be a lead detective. You can go scratch your butt with a rake for all I care. Press play.

Boyer:
I'm gonna file a grievance.

Raines:
Of course you are. Press play.

Raines:
Maybe I read too many detective books when I was a kid: Chandler, Hammett, Macdonald, all the great California guys of the 40's and 50's. I even tried writing a story once, couldn't get past page one. Too many decisions; where do you find the body? 'Cause all these stories start with a body, right? Do you find it by a pool under a sunset the color of a blood orange, or is night with the twinkling lights of the city? And what about the victim? A movie producer in a sharkskin suit, who we think probably got what he deserved? Some beautiful starlet who fell in with the wrong crowd, and never saw it coming? But you know the real reason that I never wrote one of those stories? I became a cop. And I found out the images that I had in my head weren't like real life. Take the case that I got this morning. The body wasn't found by a swimming pool, high in the hills. It turned up in a parking lot by the 101. And the victim wasn't some movie weasel or starlet. It was a poor young woman in cargo pants and sneakers, with a bullet hole in her back laying facedown in the pavement.

[Raines takes a CD mix out of the player, and is looking at it in homicide victim Sandy Boudreau's apartment]

Sandy Boudreau:
[behind Raines] I don't know if you'd like that.

Raines:
[startled] Who're you?

Sandy Boudreau:
You first.

Raines:
Raines, LAPD. Are you... her sister or something?

Sandy Boudreau:
Do you see one in the photographs? I didn't have a sister, Detective.

Raines:
You 'didn't... have a sister?' You being...?

Sandy Boudreau:
Sandy... Boudreau.

Charlie Lincoln:
Sandy Boudreau. That's the victim's name.

Raines:
That's right.

Charlie Lincoln:
So it's happening again.

Raines:
'Happening again.' I can't do this, Charlie, can't handle it.

Charlie Lincoln:
You handled it before.

Raines:
If you called that, 'handling it.'

Raines:
I'm losing my mind.

Charlie Lincoln:
Are you?

Raines:
Well, I don't know, I just had a conversation with a girl who wasn't there. What would you call it?

Charlie Lincoln:
I wouldn't exactly call that a conversation.

Charlie Lincoln:
The girl says her name and you run out the door. [laughs] Not only is that bad police work, that's rude.

Raines:
The only help I need from you on this case is figuring out why this is happening to me, why she's haunting me.

Charlie Lincoln:
Oh, she's a ghost now, ohhh.

Raines:
Hallucination.

Charlie Lincoln:
You know she's not a ghost.

Raines:
Hallucination.

Charlie Lincoln:
It's all in your head, right. Exactly, Michael, it's all you.

Charlie Lincoln:
Look, the victim has always been your thing, right? "Know the victim, find the killer. Know the victim, find the killer."

Raines:
That's right. That's right.

Charlie Lincoln:
You used to talk to the victim when we were driving around.

Raines:
Well, but I didn't SEE - I didn't SEE them! You know, that was behind my eyes. Now, now it's uh, you know, out there.

Charlie Lincoln:
Well, maybe this will make you a better detective.

Raines:
Oh, shut up.

Raines:
What do you want?

Sandy Boudreau:
It's your imagination, Detective; I'm just a figment.

Raines:
What do you want?

Sandy Boudreau:
I want you to find out who killed me.

Raines:
Then you'll go, back to whatever dark, twisted, malfunctioning part of my brain that you come from?

Sandy Boudreau:
Yeah.

Sandy Boudreau:
What are you writing?

Sandy Boudreau:
A note, instructing whoever finds my body after I blow my brains out, to scatter the ashes over Disneyland, 'cause it's the happiest place on Earth.

Sandy Boudreau:
You always this sarcastic?

William Jones:
I didn't do it.

Raines:
You sure about that? Uh, arresting officer says you couldn't remember anything about last night.

William Jones:
I didn't do it.

Raines:
You know that you didn't do it, or you know that that's not the KIND of thing that you could ever do? We've all got a dark side, Mr. Jones. I know I do, stuff way down deep inside that I don't even want to think about. 'Cause I'm a good guy, like you're a good guy. But I know what'd happen if that dark stuff ever got out. What I'd be capable of. But I'm not gonna do it 'cause, uh, I'm a good guy, just like you. When I'm in control. And I'm... always in control. Almost always.

Captain Dan Lewis:
Given the amount of amphetamines and steroids you found, your boy Marco is pedaling his way to Mexico right now.

Gardener:
Hey! Who were you talking to?

Michael Raines:
The dead. They hunger for human brains. The feasting will begin at sundown.

Charlie Lincoln:
Jerk.

Michael Raines:
Sleep, you know, what could be more natural? You close your eyes, next thing you know, it's morning. Right? Unless you start thinking about things. Like how your marriage might've been saved if you'd worked a little harder. Or how your partner might still be alive if you fired a little sooner. So maybe you watch the TV to drown out the noise in your head ya know. The trouble is sometimes thats worse. After a while you get used to living in a state of wariness. It may be physical, but after a while it starts to feel existential. And then it's the morning and ready or not, ya, you gotta start all over again.