The Long Bright Dark

True Detective 1×1

The Handsome Family — Far From Any Road


♪ From the dusty May sun ♪
♪ Her looming shadow grows ♪
♪ Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote ♪
♪ She twines her spines up slowly ♪
♪ Towards the boiling sun ♪
♪ And when I touched her skin ♪
♪ My fingers ran with blood ♪
♪ ........... ♪

Ω Right theme for the right series.

& Marty: You know, they used to call him The Tax Man for a while? He’d come out of Texas, so nobody knew him.

& Marty: That’s why they called him The Tax Man. The rest of us had these little note pads or something. He had this big ledger...

& Marty: We all fit a certain category— the bully, the charmer, the, uh, surrogate dad, the man possessed by ungovernable rage, the brain— and any of those types could be a good detective, and any of those types could be an incompetent shitheel.
    Det. Gilbough: Which type were you?
    Marty: Oh, I was just a regular type dude with a big-ass dick.

& Marty: I’ll tell you guys— and believe me, past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.

& Rust: People out here, it’s like they don’t even know the outside world exists. Might as well be living on the fucking Moon.
    Marty: There’s all kinds of ghettos in the world.
    Rust: It’s all one ghetto, man, giant gutter in outer space.

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& Marty: Ask you something? You’re a Christian, yeah?
    Rust: No.
    Marty: Well, then what do you got the cross for in your apartment?
    Rust: That’s a form of meditation.
    Marty: How’s that?
    Rust: I contemplate the moment in the garden, the idea of allowing your own crucifixion...
    Marty: But you’re not a Christian. So what do you believe?
    Rust: I believe that people shouldn’t talk about this type of shit at work.

& Rust: Look. I consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, I’m what’s called a pessimist.
    Marty: Um, okay. What’s that mean?
    Rust: Means I’m bad at parties.

& Rust: I think human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself. We are creatures that should not exist by natural law... We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody’s nobody.

& Rust: I think the honorable thing for species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
    Marty: So what’s the point of getting out bed in the morning?
    Rust: I tell myself I bear witness, but the real answer is that it’s obviously my programming, and I lack the constitution for suicide.

& Marty: I got an idea. Let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on, okay?

& Det. Gilbough: My question is—
    Det. Shinn: How could it be him...
    Rust: ...if we already caught him in ’95? How indeed, Detectives?
    Det. Gilbough: I figured you’d be the one to know.
    Rust: Then start asking the right fuckin’ questions.


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