88 Minutes Page #7

Anyway, I left her there alone.

At that time I was working

in a case...

and this guy had strangled

six women.

We were very close to nail him.

He was upset

and he wanted to get back at me.

So he came to my apartment,

only I wasn't there.

And that time I wasn't concerned

with security.

I was careless so...

he broke the door down...

and he went in.

And did...

things...

to my baby sister.

Katheryn, was her name.

Katy.

He did things that you wouldn't do

to an animal...

that was bred for slaughter.

Anyway...

when they caught him...

he laughed...

and said...

it took him 88 minutes...

it took him 88 minutes

to have my sister dead.

Jack...

He is in prison now.

Coming up for

his fifth parole hearing.

I left New York.

Left all that behind me

and came here, to Seattle.

You know,

it seemed the perfect place.

It's on the far off corner...

of the continent of USA.

To see if I had

a second hanged in me.

Whoever stole that tape...

knows the meaning of 88 minutes.

Is that enough?

Let's go.

If Sara is not home,

we don't have a search warrant.

Well, we don't need a search warrant.

We're not gonna arrest anybody.

We're just breaking in.

Not a good sign.

You can't say

I've never give you anything.

This looks familiar.

When did you take it?

I guess it doesn't matter,

does it?

It just might.

- Okay, check out that way.

- Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

What is it?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Calm, Kim.

- Calm, Kim.

- Oh, my God. She is dead.

It's okay.

- Who would do that? Why?

- Calm, Kim.

- Who could torture someone like that?

- Just, breathe.

- Breathe, breathe.

- Okay.

- Breathe.

- Oh, God.

- Control. Take control.

- Okay.

I'm in control.

- Are you in control?

- Yeah.

- Okay, good. Let me show you something.

- Okay.

That is my signature.

Forged.

Credit card receipt.

This whole place

is filled with my DNA.

The police is gonna come here.

They gonna know I was with Sara.

They gonna think that I killed her.

- Your phone.

- Yeah.

Answer, Jack.

Yeah.

- Jack?

- Carol?

Carol?

Did you here the tape with

your sister's 88 minutes of suffering?

I sent it to your apartment.

What are you saying, Carol?

What is this?

The Porsche was a close call.

I called Frank and told him

you murdered Sara after you killed Dale.

Think you are so smart...

invincible and unbeatable.

John Forster is giving you a death

sentence and he is about to be free.

How ironic.

You've got 18 minutes left.

Meet me at your office alone.

Tic-tac.

What is it?

It's Carol.

She wants to meet me at the university,

at my office.

Let's go.

- Come on.

- Okay.

Shelley? What the hell

are you doing in here?

I need to talk to you.

That poor girl.

That poor... poor girl.

- It was me.

- Sit, sit.

- It was me.

- Shelley, sit down.

I broke the security protocol.

Why?

Well, about six weeks ago...

I had a drink in your office

with a student of yours.

A couple of drinks, actually.

And she made an advance,

and...

It was late, but the office was

jammed with people working still.

And when we woke up she left.

She didn't have a briefcase...

she didn't have anything

she could put the tape in, but...

but somebody else must have.

Somebody else did,

while we're sleeping.

Who was this girl?

What's her name?

It was Lauren.

Lauren Douglas.

And here is the...

It's a picture

from the security cameras.

This is the person that must have

rifle through my files...

and found the combination

to your vault and took the tape.

That's not a person, Shelly.

It's a hat and a coat.

And this the photo ID of everyone that

has visited Forster on the last month.

Oh...

Can you ever forgive me?

If I can't forgive you, Shelley...

I don't deserve you.

Understand?

I want you to call Carol

and patch her through to me.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Kim?

Kim?

Hi, can you transfer me

to Lynn Johnson office, please?

Kim?

Kim?

Kim?

Where are you going in such a hurry,

Jack?

Is there something upstairs

that you don't want me to see?

There's a woman named Sara Pollard

upstairs very dead.

You can see her, if you'd like.

Look, I'm a straight shooter,

right, Jack?

- Yeah.

- And you'd never screw me over, right?

Oh, come on.

Why are your finger prints all over

Dale Morris apartment?

- They are?

- Yeah.

And you were right about the Halothane

on the blood stream.

What you failed to mention is the fact

that your semen is in her vagina cavity.

Is your semen in Sara Pollard?

Where the hell are you going

with this, Frank?

Can't you see this is a frame?

Forster is coordinating

this whole thing from prison.

- Can't you see that?

- Yeah, right.

It is Forster's semen on Sara Pollard

it's yours, Jack?

Somebody hired Sara Pollard

to be with me last night...

then killed her...

took my semen

and deposit into Dale Morris.

Do you have any idea

how absurd that sounds?

No, it's not absurd.

I don't have time to explain,

Frank.

Carol isn't answering.

What? What?

Carol isn't answering.

Get the names of all the women lawyers

who work for Forster.

I want their names and ages.

- Look, I know how you operate, Jack.

- What the hell are you doing?

I know how you use people.

It's no secret you're a womanizer,

you drink too much.

How do I know that you haven't gone

completely over the edge?

- Oh, man, I can't believe it!

- How do I know?

- I don't know what you do anymore.

- What did I do, Frank?

Did I send myself a tape?

Did I blow up my car?

Did I set my apartment on fire?

Did I fire bullets at myself?

For God sakes, Frank, wake up!

- What the hell... What are you doing?

- I have no idea who you're anymore.

You don't?

- I got Gramm. I'm bringing him in.

- No, you're not gonna do this.

Frank. Frank.

Just give me some time.

Just give me some time.

I can untangle this. Okay?

Just give me...

Here, give me some time.

Don't move

or I'll blow your head off.

Don't point a gun at me, Frank.

Don't point a gun at me.

Please.

I wanted to sync up our watches,

that's all.

All right, Jack.

What do you need?

I need time.

I need ten minutes. Okay?

Here, let's sync up now.

At 11:
40, meet me at my office

at the university.

Kim? What happened?

I know you're only trying to help me,

but don't go to my office on campus.

You understand? It's dangerous.

Don't be a hero.

When you get this message,

call me back A.S.A.P.

You understand? It's Jack.

Yeah.

There's still no answer

at Johnson's office.

Hold on. Yeah.

- Jack?

- Kim...

whatever you do, don't go to my office

on the campus. Do you understand?

You have 14 minutes.

What?

It was me, Jack.

I set you up.

I had a computer dialing service

call you up...

rearranging times,

using electronic altered voice.

Kim, this is no time to joke.

Meet me in your office

in ten minutes, Jack.

Kim!

Kim!

Oh, sh*t.

Man...

Yeah.

Hey, Jack, I got the names

of the women on Forster's legal team.

They were three.

Hannah Baker, 53.

Rosane Caputto, 47, and...

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