& Dick: Welcome back to Kansas, buddy. The heart of America. The land of wheat, corn, bibles, and... natural gas.
& Perry: That was stupid. Stealing a lousy pack of razor blades, to prove what?
Dick: Everybody steals something sometime. It’s the national pastime, baby. Stealing and cheating. If they caught every cheating wife and tax chiseler... the whole country would be behind prison walls.
& Dick: Forget it. Black stockings are a waste of time. No one’s gonna remember us because we’re leaving no witnesses.
& Perry: Why’d you pick me for this job?
Dick: A perfect score needs perfect partners. Together we’re a perfect fit.
& Dick: Why did you kill him?
Perry: No special reason. Just for the hell of it.
Dick: That’s the best reason of all.
& Det. Dewey: If you’re not here to write news, what is your interest?
Bill Jensen: Fairly basic.
Det. Dewey: What’s basic about a stupid... senseless crime?
Bill Jensen: A violent, unknown force destroys a decent, ordinary family. No clues. No logic. Makes us all feel frightened. Vulnerable.
Det. Dewey: Murder’s no mystery. Only the motive.
& Det. Dewey: I can believe one man might work up enough rage to do it. But two? Who would kill four people in cold blood for a radio... a pair of binoculars and $40 in cash?
Roy Church: These days? Take your pick on any crowded street.
& Det. Dewey: Someday, somebody will explain to me the motive of a newspaper. First you scream, «Find the bastards.» Till we find them you want to get us fired. When we find them, you accuse us of brutality. Before we can go into court, you give them a trial by newspaper. When we finally get a conviction you want to save them... by proving they were crazy in the first place.
Bill Jensen: All of which adds up to one thing: You’ve got the killers.
& Perry: We finally found it. The sunken treasure of Captain Cortés. $0.03 a bottle.
& Detective: Why do all you people get tattooed?
Dick: «All you people»? What people?
Detective: Convicts. You’re all tattooed. That tiger head. What does it do? Make you feel tough?
Dick: That cop’s badge, what does it do? Make you feel honest?
Everybody’s got a tattoo. Only you people call them clubs. Elks, Masons, Boy Scouts. Salute. High sign. Low sign. Secret this and secret that. «No trespassing. Keep off the grass.» Nice, respectable, tattoo clubs. Poker clubs, golf clubs, tennis clubs. Clubs for gambling and clubs for drinking.
& Bill Jensen: They had to be crazy. No. Maybe stupid, but perfectly sane. How can a perfectly sane man... commit an absolutely crazy act?
& Reporter: What does it add up to, anyway?
Bill Jensen: Well, four innocent and two guilty people murdered. Three families broken. Newspapers have sold more papers. Politicians will make more speeches. Police and parole boards will get more blame. More laws will be passed. Everybody will pass the buck. And then, next month, next year... the same thing will happen again.
Reporter: Well, maybe this will help to stop it.
Bill Jensen: Never has.
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& Perry: That was stupid. Stealing a lousy pack of razor blades, to prove what?
Dick: Everybody steals something sometime. It’s the national pastime, baby. Stealing and cheating. If they caught every cheating wife and tax chiseler... the whole country would be behind prison walls.
& Dick: Forget it. Black stockings are a waste of time. No one’s gonna remember us because we’re leaving no witnesses.
& Perry: Why’d you pick me for this job?
Dick: A perfect score needs perfect partners. Together we’re a perfect fit.
& Dick: Why did you kill him?
Perry: No special reason. Just for the hell of it.
Dick: That’s the best reason of all.
& Det. Dewey: If you’re not here to write news, what is your interest?
Bill Jensen: Fairly basic.
Det. Dewey: What’s basic about a stupid... senseless crime?
Bill Jensen: A violent, unknown force destroys a decent, ordinary family. No clues. No logic. Makes us all feel frightened. Vulnerable.
Det. Dewey: Murder’s no mystery. Only the motive.
& Det. Dewey: I can believe one man might work up enough rage to do it. But two? Who would kill four people in cold blood for a radio... a pair of binoculars and $40 in cash?
Roy Church: These days? Take your pick on any crowded street.
& Det. Dewey: Someday, somebody will explain to me the motive of a newspaper. First you scream, «Find the bastards.» Till we find them you want to get us fired. When we find them, you accuse us of brutality. Before we can go into court, you give them a trial by newspaper. When we finally get a conviction you want to save them... by proving they were crazy in the first place.
Bill Jensen: All of which adds up to one thing: You’ve got the killers.
& Perry: We finally found it. The sunken treasure of Captain Cortés. $0.03 a bottle.
& Detective: Why do all you people get tattooed?
Dick: «All you people»? What people?
Detective: Convicts. You’re all tattooed. That tiger head. What does it do? Make you feel tough?
Dick: That cop’s badge, what does it do? Make you feel honest?
Everybody’s got a tattoo. Only you people call them clubs. Elks, Masons, Boy Scouts. Salute. High sign. Low sign. Secret this and secret that. «No trespassing. Keep off the grass.» Nice, respectable, tattoo clubs. Poker clubs, golf clubs, tennis clubs. Clubs for gambling and clubs for drinking.
& Bill Jensen: They had to be crazy. No. Maybe stupid, but perfectly sane. How can a perfectly sane man... commit an absolutely crazy act?
& Reporter: What does it add up to, anyway?
Bill Jensen: Well, four innocent and two guilty people murdered. Three families broken. Newspapers have sold more papers. Politicians will make more speeches. Police and parole boards will get more blame. More laws will be passed. Everybody will pass the buck. And then, next month, next year... the same thing will happen again.
Reporter: Well, maybe this will help to stop it.
Bill Jensen: Never has.
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