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A congressman's daughter under Secret Service protection is kidnapped from a private school by an insider who calls Det. Alex Cross, sucking him into the case even though he's recovering from the loss of his partner.
Alex: You do what you are Jezzie. Jezzie: You mean you are what you do. Alex: No, I mean, you do what you are. You're born with a gift. If not that, then you get good at something along the way. And what you're good at, you don't take for granted. You don't betray it. Jezzie: What if you do, betray your gift? Alex: Then you betray yourself. That's a sad thing.
[Alex and Jezzie are examining Soneji's handiwork] Alex: Wow. Imagine the patience... the dedication... Jezzie: You sound like an admirer. Alex: Well, he's like a spider. I happen to like spiders.
Alex Cross: To be brutally honest, I think you have a morbid desire to burn in hell.
Jezzie Flannigan: Would you kill another partner? Alex Cross: You're not my partner.
Gary Sonjei: Cool beans
Gary Sonjei: I am living proof, that a mind is a terrible thing.
Gary Sonjei: They say that when I die, the case will die. They say it will be like a book I close. But the book, it will never close...
[last lines] Megan Rose: Who are you? Alex Cross: I'm a policeman. My name is Alex Cross. I'm a friend of your parents. Megan Rose: Can you take me to them? Alex Cross: Nothing would give me greater pleasure. Could you... [she helps him up] Alex Cross: Ah, thanks.
Vickie: It's time you forgave yourself. Alex Cross: Vickie, you know that forgiving yourself is the one thing a person cannot do.
Jezzie: Dr. Cross, Agent Ben Devine. Agent Devine is security systems supervisor. Ben Devine: Well, for now. We're going to be thrown to the wolves, as soon as they find Megan Rose dead in a ditch. Alex: Now what makes you so sure that's what's going to happen? Ben Devine: Me getting fired or the girl in a ditch? Sorry. I'm having a pessimistic day.
[crying] Megan: Please, I wanna go home! please I wanna go home...
[first lines] Tracie: Tonight was your first night at the club, wasn't it? Jim: No. I've been there a few times before. Tracie: Really? Well, how come I haven't seen you? Jim: I noticed you the first night I walked in. You always stand out.