True Detective
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Martin:You know the real difference between you and me?
Rust:Yup, denial.
Martin: The difference is that I know the difference between an idea and a fact. You are incapable of admitting doubt. Now that sounds like denial to me.
Rust: I doubt that.
Rust:Yup, denial.
Martin: The difference is that I know the difference between an idea and a fact. You are incapable of admitting doubt. Now that sounds like denial to me.
Rust: I doubt that.
I am by no means a TV connoisseur but the particular way they weave together the dialog - past, present, untrustworthy narration, hints of "getting their guy," philosophy, etc. - is super interesting and, in IMHO, very well done. The cliffhanger at the end of Episode 3, damn; I know I'll be tuning in come Sunday night.
Anyone know what they John Carpenter-y music was during that part?
Anyone know what they John Carpenter-y music was during that part?
I liked the quote at the end:
???To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing, it was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there???s a monster at the end of it.???
???To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing, it was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there???s a monster at the end of it.???
ketan said:I liked the quote at the end:
???To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing, it was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there???s a monster at the end of it.???
The Game In The Windowless Room
Of all all the games I???ve ever played
Of all the hands I???ve dealt
Of all the pots I???ve ever raked
From matchsticks
to nickels
to untold wealth.
From the beckoning lights of the Vegas strip
to the Pittsburgh roadhouse gloom,
The most dangerous game I played with the man
In that locked-door windowless room.
His eyes were yellow as the golden crown
on the King of Diamond???s head;
His teeth were black
as the mustached Jack,
And his mouth was bloody red as the crimson gown on the Queen of Hearts.
And his hand was marked with the sign
That???s found on the hand of the Diamond King.
And he smiled
As his eyes met mine
And he said,
???What a shame,
I???ve been watching your game,
As you fleece these witless fools.
How would you do,
At a hand or two?
My game,
my stakes,
my rules.
A sealed room,
No windows, no phone,
An unbroken seal on the cards.
No watches or rings,
Or jaggedy things
That can clip or chip or mark
On a non-metal, clear glass tabletop.
No mirrors, no overhead lights,
With foot-thick walls
and just one door
that???s locked???from the outside.
For as long as it takes
For one man to break
Be it an hour
Or a day,
Would you dare take a seat,
When there???s no way to cheat????
Well, what could I say?
So in the silent tomb of that sealed room
We both sat down to play.
Well, he was no Joker,
He was an Ace.
And although I was the King of this pack,
I knew that the lady would have to smile on me
If I were to win all his jack.
So we played for hours;
Or was it a week?
I lost all track of time,
And he won a few,
And he bluffed a few,
But the final pot was mine.
???Well, I don???t know quite how you did it,??? he said,
As I raked in his last buck.
???But shaves, or seconds, or a frigid deck,
It had nothing to do with luck.
You???re a hustler, a sharp, a mechanic,???
he said,
???Now the real game???s about to start.???
Here he pulls out his knife,
And me with just this deck of cards.
???Ain???t it funny to learn
How the odds can turn,??? said he,
As he thrusted
And flicked
And fanned.
But I dodged his blade
And my eight of Spades
Knocked the knife right out of his hand.
???Hell, I???ll beat you to death with my hands,???
he laughed,
And he raised a powerful fist;
But my five of clubs
Left a bloody stub
as it sliced his hand off at the wrist.
Yeah, he screamed,
And he pulled a gun from his boot,
???Last hand and the dealer dies,???
But my one last card- my Ace of Hearts-
caught him right between the eyes.
Well, that I might say
was the game of my life.
When the police
did finally arrive,
They found a windowless room,
A corpse on the floor,
The door
Still locked from the outside.
And no one there but him and me,
A classic locked-room mystery.
But where is the murder weapon?
They searched, but they can???t find it anywhere.
Oh where can it be?
They don???t look at me,
I???m just playing
Solitaire.
s. silverstein
???To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain, it was all the same thing, it was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there???s a monster at the end of it.???
The Game In The Windowless Room
Of all all the games I???ve ever played
Of all the hands I???ve dealt
Of all the pots I???ve ever raked
From matchsticks
to nickels
to untold wealth.
From the beckoning lights of the Vegas strip
to the Pittsburgh roadhouse gloom,
The most dangerous game I played with the man
In that locked-door windowless room.
His eyes were yellow as the golden crown
on the King of Diamond???s head;
His teeth were black
as the mustached Jack,
And his mouth was bloody red as the crimson gown on the Queen of Hearts.
And his hand was marked with the sign
That???s found on the hand of the Diamond King.
And he smiled
As his eyes met mine
And he said,
???What a shame,
I???ve been watching your game,
As you fleece these witless fools.
How would you do,
At a hand or two?
My game,
my stakes,
my rules.
A sealed room,
No windows, no phone,
An unbroken seal on the cards.
No watches or rings,
Or jaggedy things
That can clip or chip or mark
On a non-metal, clear glass tabletop.
No mirrors, no overhead lights,
With foot-thick walls
and just one door
that???s locked???from the outside.
For as long as it takes
For one man to break
Be it an hour
Or a day,
Would you dare take a seat,
When there???s no way to cheat????
Well, what could I say?
So in the silent tomb of that sealed room
We both sat down to play.
Well, he was no Joker,
He was an Ace.
And although I was the King of this pack,
I knew that the lady would have to smile on me
If I were to win all his jack.
So we played for hours;
Or was it a week?
I lost all track of time,
And he won a few,
And he bluffed a few,
But the final pot was mine.
???Well, I don???t know quite how you did it,??? he said,
As I raked in his last buck.
???But shaves, or seconds, or a frigid deck,
It had nothing to do with luck.
You???re a hustler, a sharp, a mechanic,???
he said,
???Now the real game???s about to start.???
Here he pulls out his knife,
And me with just this deck of cards.
???Ain???t it funny to learn
How the odds can turn,??? said he,
As he thrusted
And flicked
And fanned.
But I dodged his blade
And my eight of Spades
Knocked the knife right out of his hand.
???Hell, I???ll beat you to death with my hands,???
he laughed,
And he raised a powerful fist;
But my five of clubs
Left a bloody stub
as it sliced his hand off at the wrist.
Yeah, he screamed,
And he pulled a gun from his boot,
???Last hand and the dealer dies,???
But my one last card- my Ace of Hearts-
caught him right between the eyes.
Well, that I might say
was the game of my life.
When the police
did finally arrive,
They found a windowless room,
A corpse on the floor,
The door
Still locked from the outside.
And no one there but him and me,
A classic locked-room mystery.
But where is the murder weapon?
They searched, but they can???t find it anywhere.
Oh where can it be?
They don???t look at me,
I???m just playing
Solitaire.
s. silverstein
Controller_7 said:Just a heads up. It's been sacked for the Super Bowl. Gotta wait another week.
If you all haven't seen it on TV, here is a preview of the next episode. I was in two minds about watching it but my curiousity won out in the end, especially cause we have to wait twice as long due to the superbowl..
[media]//www.youtube.com/embed/xV3nD1wewwU[/media]
If you all haven't seen it on TV, here is a preview of the next episode. I was in two minds about watching it but my curiousity won out in the end, especially cause we have to wait twice as long due to the superbowl..
[media]//www.youtube.com/embed/xV3nD1wewwU[/media]
the last scene wasn't at all creepy to me. just take out the eerie synth.
They already said there was a murder in the present, and they think that they arrested the wrong man 17 years prior. Therefore, they brought both of them in to recount the process of how they arrested the meth dude with the gas mask.
I am just waiting for the twist in one of the final episodes.
From what i have read, this show's cast will change every season with a different storyline to go along with it. I like having things summed up in 8 episodes. Makes it a lot different than a boardwalk empire,the wire, sopranos etc.
They already said there was a murder in the present, and they think that they arrested the wrong man 17 years prior. Therefore, they brought both of them in to recount the process of how they arrested the meth dude with the gas mask.
I am just waiting for the twist in one of the final episodes.
From what i have read, this show's cast will change every season with a different storyline to go along with it. I like having things summed up in 8 episodes. Makes it a lot different than a boardwalk empire,the wire, sopranos etc.
Woody is the killer, Matt is willing to come back because he knows Woody got away with it years ago and thinks he can catch him this time, this show is fucking rad!
The acting, the writing, the everything is great. It is genuinely scary too.
The acting, the writing, the everything is great. It is genuinely scary too.
I don't know. Wood's character is so bad even at concealing a casual marital affair and he's somehow a ritual killer on the side, too? I don't think he's that smart. Part of the bureaucratic cover-up in that little politically tied religious school that allows such freaks to do their thing with minimal recource? That, I'd buy.
Rewatching episode 1. Some shots that got some attention, but don't know if they mean anything:
The billboard of the young girl that said "who killed me?" Rust looks at it as they're driving and is first mentioning his daughter's birthday. That's not his daughter though.
When they go to the church to ask about the Fontenot girl, there's a kind of long shot of a cross and it seems to be focusing on the ropes tying it together. Like the binds are important.
Also, is the Fontenot girl important or just a distraction detail?
The billboard of the young girl that said "who killed me?" Rust looks at it as they're driving and is first mentioning his daughter's birthday. That's not his daughter though.
When they go to the church to ask about the Fontenot girl, there's a kind of long shot of a cross and it seems to be focusing on the ropes tying it together. Like the binds are important.
Also, is the Fontenot girl important or just a distraction detail?
i went to go look for some of the writer's [nic pizzolato] other works and found this:
absolutely phenomenal and written in an almost identical vein; complete with dead beat cops, degenerate drug addicts and other scum and villainy, i'd highly suggest it for anyone who's really into the show. "true dick heads"?
absolutely phenomenal and written in an almost identical vein; complete with dead beat cops, degenerate drug addicts and other scum and villainy, i'd highly suggest it for anyone who's really into the show. "true dick heads"?
