Everybody believes in him a little bit, even guys like you who pretend they don't.
[Detective Bowden takes out a small folded piece of paper and throws it to Ramirez that reads "Im so sorry"]
An apology note left at the site of a hit and run. My wife and son were killed out on Bethlaham Pike five years ago, but that's OK, because whoever did it is *sorry*. You can tell by the heartfelt apology on the back of a carwash coupon.
So no, I don't believe in the Devil. You don't need him, people are bad enough by themselves.
[voiceover] When I was a child, my mother would tell me a story about how the Devil roams the Earth. Sometimes, she said, he would take human form so he could punish the damned on Earth before claiming their souls. The ones he chose would be gathered together and tortured as he hid amongst them, pretending to be one of them. I always believed my mother was telling me an old wives' tale.