- Yes, sir.
- You sure you want to do that?
- Yes.
- Did you murder Clarence Darby?
- [Nods] I wanted him dead. He killed my wife and child.
- Rupert Ames - did you murder him as well?
- [Nods] Rupert Ames deserved to die. They both deserved to die.
- So you arrangeg both of those murders?
- [Nods] Yes, I planned it... in my head, over and over again. It took me a long time.
- All right. I guess we're done here.
- Counselor? You might want to canceI
your 12:30 lunch with Judge Roberts.
- Excuse me?
- In fact, you might want to cancel the rest of the week, 'cause you're gonna be busy. Sit down.
- We're done here. We have your confession.
- Mmm. Oh, you do?
- On tape. See, in our profession, we consider that a slam-dunk.
- Oh, really? I don't think so. Let's think back. What did I say? That I wanted to kill Clarence Darby? Yeah, sure. What father wouldn't? That both Darby and Ames deserved to die? I think most people would agree with that. That I planned it over and over again in my head? Yeah. Who wouldn't fantasize about that? None of these are an admission of guilt, Nick.You might want to check the tape.
- We know you did it.
- Well, it's not what you know, it's what you can prove in court. Didn't you tell me that once?
-The only problem with your theory is that Darby's body was
found on your property.
- One of my many properties - an old abandoned warehouse, Nick. Junkies, they trespass there all the time. Isn't Darby involved in the drug trade? That's an unsavory world. I bet you a jury would agree. Or perhaps someone was trying to frame me.
- You know, Clyde, there's a lot of assholes in prison that thought they were smarter than me. Let's stop fucking around.
- Nick, unless you have any hard evidence, then why are we even here? Why are we having this-
- What do you want?
- -conversation? Well, that's easy. Now you're the one who makes deals with murderers, yeah? So I've come to make mine. I will give you a confession, a reaI confession. You just have to give me something in return.
- Yeah, well, since you are a murderer, what might that be?
- A bed. But a nice bed."
Man literally too angry to die
