Where Birds Don't Fly

Curtis: Well how bad is it?

Curtis: Same as the last two?

Ramirez: No.

Curtis: Worse?

Ramirez: Don't ever make me do that again.

Curtis: Do what?

Ramirez: Go in first.

Curtis: But we flipped for it. Ramirez: Let that be the last time.

Ramirez: Especially when it comes to shit like this.

Ramirez: When it comes to kids.

Curtis: They like that girl done up on the 15?

Ramirez: If you're so fucking curious why don't you go in there yourself?

Briggs: I'm a twenty year man. Seen things that will make your eyes bleed.

Briggs: Looking around at all these tough as nails guys... I'm seeing a lot of hours without sleep, being haunted by the things they see in here today.

Curtis: One to ten?

Briggs: It's a ten, brother. Trust me you walk down this hallway you won't be sleeping at night.

Briggs: Ready for the tour?

Briggs: I'm calling it already. It's the same sick fucker who killed the last two girls. The one at the 15 and the other by the 138.

Curtis: You sure?

Briggs: It's got some of the same characteristics.

Briggs: Strangulation being the main one. But...

Curtis: But what?

Briggs: There's been a change.

Briggs: Looks like the suspects entered in from the back door.

Briggs: No forced entry. It's all wide opened like no one was worried.

Briggs: I'm assuming by the looks of it he had these two at gunpoint to get them all tied up.

Briggs: The husband looks like he can more than handle himself.

Briggs: I'm guessing that it was him that he had choked out with the cord first.

Briggs: The wife... Looks like he had problems with. Probably why he moved on to the hammer.

Curtis: Extension cords.

Briggs: Um hm. Like I said... Same guy as the last two girls.

Curtis: What about his head all spun around like that?

Briggs: Yeah. Whoever is doing this has some strength to him. I've seen a lot but I've never seen a head twisted backwards like that.

Briggs: Outside of a horror movie that is.

Curtis: I see the extension cords. But the hammer and the cracked neck... That doesn't really match up.

Briggs: Correct. With every murder something new is added.

Briggs: Might be looking at more than one suspect. Maybe more than two.

Curtis: Copycats?

Briggs: Noway. No one outside of us and the suspects have any way of knowing the M.O. of the last two girls.

Briggs: That hasn't leaked yet. All the civilians know is that there's been murders.

Briggs: Has to be the same guy.

Curtis: Look at that face.

Curtis: I hate to see a face like that.

Curtis: All that pain in those eyes.

Curtis: How fucked up do you have to be to see a face like that and still keep going?

Briggs: Fucked up. That's all you have to be.

Curtis: What's in there?

Briggs: (sighs)

Curtis: Briggs, what the fuck is it?

Briggs: Yeah that's why some of the guys are stepping out on this one.

Curtis: What is it?

Curtis: (grimaces)

Briggs: Briggs and Curtis stepping out.

Briggs: There's a boy missing as well.

Briggs: Left school yesterday... Made it home to this I assume.

Briggs: No location just yet.

Briggs: Still talking to the family and friends but no luck so far.

Briggs: Another change in pattern, Curtis. I don't get it.

Curtis: I'm sorry, Briggs. I wish I had it like you do man.

Curtis: I wish I could hold all this in till later.

Curtis: I don't know how you do it, man. I ain't ever seen you break. Not once.

Briggs: We got this, alright. You can step out if you want.

Briggs: No one is gonna judge.

Curtis: Yeah.

Officer: I told you you should have use one... Detective Curtis.

Officer: They'll learn captain, they'll learn.

Curtis: You know ever since those last two girls on the highway I keep thinking about this thing that I heard.

Curtis: Ah, fuck it. It's probably just some shit that they put on the internet.

Ramirez: Come on, partner. Just say it.

Curtis: It's gotta be B.S., Man. Some conspiracy shit or something.

Ramirez: Just say it partner.

Curtis: Alright, man.

Curtis: You know Auschwitz?

Ramirez: The concentration camp?

Curtis: Yeah.

Curtis: During the Holocaust the Nazis gassed and burned millions of people there.

Ramirez: Yeah?

Curtis: It's probably bull shit but they say that every picture ever taken of that place, even to this day, there are never any birds flying overhead.

Curtis: People say they go and tour the place and they never even remember seeing any.

Curtis: I don't know. Maybe they're just too interested in all the brutality to notice. But...

Curtis: You know there's some truth to animals sensing things that we don't.

Ramirez: What, death?

Curtis: Yeah... Or evil.

Curtis: See, I've been thinking about this a lot.

Curtis: Ever since that first girl I've been looking up more and I can't help but notice.

Ramirez: Notice what?

Curtis: No birds.

Ramirez: What are we looking at partner?

Curtis: People.

Ramirez: Huh?

Curtis: You know it's funny...

Curtis: When we're kids we spend all our time at night worrying that a monster's gonna jump out of our closet.

Curtis: Or that a ghost is gonna haunt us.

Curtis: That's all just fantasy. Bad dreams.

Curtis: What we really should be worried about is each other.

Ramirez: (sighs)

Ramirez: It's a big county, Curtis. Lots of names.

Ramirez: If it makes you feel any better... Who ever we're looking for is getting way too bold.

Ramirez: That's three homicides in two weeks. Each one after the other. With changing M.O.s.

Ramirez: He's not just thinking anymore.

Ramirez: He's out looking for his next fix.

Ramirez: Like a crack addict.

Ramirez: Mark my words. This son of a bitch... He's gonna slip.

Ramirez: And when he does we'll be right there to catch his ass.

Curtis: Maybe.

Curtis: Maybe he doesn't do it again for another twenty years.

Curtis: And no one will ever know who it is till it's ancient fucking history.

Ramirez: A grown ass man with whip cream in his coffee...

Ramirez: What's next? Fucking sprinkles?

Curtis: You don't have to drink it.

Ramirez: It's your turn to get the check.

Curtis: Let's flip for it.

Ramirez: Go fuck yourself.

Curtis: (laughs)

Ramirez: I'll wait for you in the car.

Curtis: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ramirez: You know the shitty thing is...

Ramirez: If we do find the boy...

Ramirez: There will be no mercy for him.

Ramirez: What the fuck did he do, you know?

Ramirez: What the fuck did any of them do?

Ramirez: It's not even a 50/50.

Ramirez: It's a certainty that some psycho mother fucker did something to him.

Ramirez: I don't even know what to say to evil like that.

Curtis: You don't say anything. You don't even give it a chance to breathe.

Ramirez: Hey is that Daniels?

Curtis: Yeah it is.

Daniels: Morning, officers.

Daniels: Well, evening now.

Curtis: Evening

Daniels: Any luck yet?

Daniels: Well, if you do find him, you let him know Martha and I have been praying for him.

Curtis: We Will.

Daniels: The Ruiz family... Such a shame you know?

Daniels: They've been apart of this community for so many years...

Daniels: That something like this could happen to them makes you really know there's a Devil out there.

Daniels: Well, I don't want to keep you.

Daniels: You gotta find that kid right?

Daniels: We'll be praying for you.

Curtis: Why didn't I just stay working at the sports chalet? I would have been a manager by now.

Ramirez: Yeah, no shit.

Ramirez: Fuck! Curtis: What?

Briggs: How's Hernandez working out?

Schmits: I don't know, man. He's got kids that age.

Hernandez: Fucking butchers!

Hernandez: And they call us pigs?

Briggs: Exactly what I don't want at my crime scene. Schmits: No, I understand.

Hernandez: They don't have to see this shit first hand! Schmits: I know, I know. It's a fucking nightmare world we live in, bro.

Schmits: Jesus.

Briggs: Why don't you go wind down at your car? I know this shit is bad but we don't need you freaking out, out here.

Hernandez: How can you stay so calm, Briggs?

Hernandez: You look at those fucking photos and expect me not to fucking freak out!

Hernandez: My son! My fucking son looked just like him at that age!

Hernandez: This Mother fucker! We catch him... I'm going to fucking kill him!

Briggs: Take him home.

Hernandez: I don't give a fuck who he is man!

Briggs: Get a drink in him and don't come back till I call.

Schmits: We just got the day off. Let's go.

Hernandez:? No! Let us fucking find this guy, man!

Briggs: Take a walk Hernandez!

Hernandez: They're just babies man. Fucking babies!

Briggs: Guys just falling apart all over the place.

Hernandez: How do you expect me to chill out?

Ramirez: Calm the fuck down, Hernandez.

Ramirez: Schmits, get your fucking boy some ratalin.

Curtis: Where's the body?

Briggs: It's no here.

Curtis: Then where?

Briggs: We don't know.

Ramirez: What the fuck, Briggs?

Ramirez: I thought you said the boy was dead?

Ramirez: I'm not opening the box.