For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house, I want to sleep in my own bed. I don’t want to choke down 40 or 50 pills every single day, and lose my hair, lie around, to tired to get up, and so nauseated that I can’t even move my head. You cleaning up after me. Me, some dead man, some artificially alive, just marking time… no. And that’s how you would remember me.
One thing I find very interesting is the watch. After robbing it from the officer at the beginning of the film, Lou does not get it resized to fit his wrist or sell it for money, but keeps it on even it was too big and hangs off his wrist, awkward and out of place. It was almost like his first step towards building a career, a semblance of professionalism and status that he sees his future self possessing. He then ‘hires’ an assistant, gets a fancy car and swaps the old police scanner for a new one. However, all this is done methodically and without passion, and we never see him giving his car a once-over in appreciation or going to the shop to upgrade his equipment. The old set-up simply disappears as Lou goes from chasing to orchestrating news, with the character Rick offering a contrast between someone who’s purely in it for the money and someone who’s completely obsessive. Rick’s string of curses during the car chase versus Lou’s silence and later, his calm instructions “Steady hands, use your zoom.” It all works together to unsettle the shit out of the audience.