Rawhead Rex1986

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
Obviously we'd appreciate your assistance.

Howard Hallenbeck:
Well, I've given your man here everything. Every sickening detail. We've done maps, we've done drawings.

Detective:
[looking at the crude drawings of Rawhead Rex] It's the same as what the boy saw, sir.

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
God, what is it?

Howard Hallenbeck:
[sarcastically, referring to an earlier conversation] Of course, darkness can be deceptive.

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
I was wrong. I'll grant you that.

Howard Hallenbeck:
Oh, thanks.

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
Believe me, we're gonna find your son's killer. The valley's being searched by armed officers. We'll find it.

Howard Hallenbeck:
I'll bet it has hiding places you couldn't even guess at. You wanna know why?

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
Enlighten me.

Howard Hallenbeck:
I think it belongs here. I think this is its home, from way back.

Det. Insp. Isaac Gissing:
Then we've got it, haven't we? If this is its territory, it'll come back sooner or later. All we have to do is wait.

Howard Hallenbeck:
Wait? Wait for what? More of your mistakes? More slaughter?

Detective:
Look, Mr. Hallenbeck, we understand how you must feel.

Howard Hallenbeck:
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW I FEEL! You're goddamn stupidity is the reason my son is dead. Now do you understand that? I'll get the god damn thing myself.

Detective:
Look, Mr. Hallenbeck...

Howard Hallenbeck:
GO TO HELL! Just go right to hell!