Mercy

Mechanic:
So, you're a cop?

Det. Catherine Palmer:
Yeah. You like that?

Mechanic:
Yeah. What do you work, vice?

Det. Catherine Palmer:
Homicide.

Mechanic:
That's a little weird, isn't it? I mean, you being a woman and all?

Det. Catherine Palmer:
[pause] What do you do?

Mechanic:
Mechanic. I fix things.

Det. Catherine Palmer:
Say you got an old lady, she comes into the shop. She's driving a '72 Chevy, she's hearing a little ticking noise. Turns out she's got a busted transmission, gonna cost her 2,000 bucks. Only thing is, she doesn't have any money. What are you gonna do?

Mechanic:
I'd say 'I don't f***ing care.'

Det. Catherine Palmer:
You're looking at someone's mother, pal. And all you see is an old lady with a busted-up car and not enough cash. All I ever see... people's dead mothers. Just a name on a file... guy in a dumpster, girl in a landfill, little dead boy in a park. Can you fix that?

Vickie Kittrie:
Aren't you just a little bit curious?

Det. Catherine Palmer:
What do you wanna do take me to one of your dungeons?

Vickie Kittrie:
You'd be amazed of the use we can get out of simple kitchen utensils.

Vickie Kittrie:
Well I wasn't exactly faithful to Dorothy.

Det. Catherine Palmer:
Thats about the one thing we have found out in this investigation.

Vickie Kittrie:
Do you know what I think sex is?

Det. Catherine Palmer:
[realizing Vickie wants her] What?

Vickie Kittrie:
A thrill like sticking your head into the mouth of the only Lion in the cage thats totally unpredictable.