- [last lines]
- Isaac Bloom: Joshua was right. Justice has become a commodity. Is this the shadow of what is to be, Inspector? My brother used to say the future belongs to men of reason, not of faith.
- Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: On that I would agree with him.
- Isaac Bloom: And mathematics tells us something different. The entropy of the universe tends to a maximum. You understand?
- Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: A little.
- Isaac Bloom: Disorder, Inspector. Everything from the smallest system to our entire world moves always, irretrievably, from order into chaos. And there is nothing to be done about it. Do you share that belief?
- Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: No.
- Isaac Bloom: Then perhaps you are a man of faith after all.
- Commissioner James Monro: Reid, have you or have you not been told this is not your damned case? I would have thought you had enough on your plate bringing some semblance of order to this hellhole of a division. Or have I missed something? Did you manage to catch your whore-killer who made a bloodbath of your streets? Or does he remain amok while you skip after fanciful notions of Russian assassins? I will tolerate no further insubordination! Do you understand?
- [Constantine tortures Jackson into signing a false confession. Once Jackson has done so, Constantine takes it away, and reads, "Signed... SUCK MY YANKEE BALLS." He turns furiously back...]
- Captain Homer Jackson: [points to his crotch] Come and get your cream, Peaches.
- Isaac Bloom: Galileo said mathematics was the language which God has written the universe. I seek the hidden words. You might term it a kind of detective work.
- Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: In my detective work I find little evidence of God.
- Isaac Bloom: But you seek order in all things, Inspector. The notion of meaningless chaos is abhorrent to you.
- Detective Inspector Edmund Reid: [to Monro] The strikers are hardly revolutionists, sir. A working man deserves fair pay.
- Volsky: The chess game our two empires are playing in India, Persia, Afghanistan, this is the game we play here in London. Do you know what we call it in Russia? Tuniry teney, "tournament of shadows." And that is what you are chasing, Inspector, a shadow. And the closer you try to shine your little torch the less you will ever see.