A Killer Within Page #7

No, you stupid son of a b*tch.

He's after you.

Look, if Bruton

isn't the killer,

all the evidence points to you.

You don't have an alibi.

The police think

you have a girlfriend.

There is insurance money...

and you have the knowledge

to set up Bruton...

as the killer.

Add... you're a former D. A...

who's not gonna last five

minutes in a prison...

with criminals you sent there...

so just f***ing drop it.

I can't, Sam.

I can't drop it.

I got to know

who killed my wife.

You meticulous prick.

Fine.

Let's think it through.

It has to be someone

with a motive.

That's when I hated your guts.

It has to be someone who knew

the police would suspect you.

Did you ever know a wife

who didn't give her husband...

a reason to kill her?

It has to be someone who knew

Sonny Brutors signature.

Sonny Lorenzo Bruton.

It has to be someone willing

and able to plant evidence.

I only planted enough

to prove the elements.

Vargas.

That piece of sh*t.

Addison, man, you scared

the sh*t out of me, man.

I know who killed my wife...

and it wasrt Sonny Bruton.

Yeah. L... I know that, man.

I know you know.

No, no. I still have

my sources downtown.

The stocking they fished

out of the pool...

had no blood on it...

it wasrt the murder weapon.

You're keeping a file on me

like the rest of your suspects.

Why?

Hey, I keep files

on a lot of people, man.

You, Stroud, Bruton,

the channel 5 weather...

You killed Becky.

You had the motive.

You knew my address.

You knew the entry code

to my house...

and you're the one who planted

that stocking on Bruton...

so you could incriminate him.

Hey, man, why would I

want to kill your wife, man?

Because you took away

everything from me?

Because you ruined my life?

Hey, let me tell you

something, shyster.

I never wanted anything

but to be a cop.

But I don't need a badge

to do the right thing.

Look, I am out there looking

for the person...

who killed your wife

just like you.

But if you think I did it

and you want to kill me...

then you better release

the safety off that gun.

Come on.

Put that thing down, man...

and I'll make you some coffee.

Becky never really

wanted to have children.

The only reason

we had Christopher...

is because I pressured her

into it.

Then she got herself fixed,

she never told me about it.

Did she ever keep

any secrets, like this...

from you before?

She drank too much.

We ignored it.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No.

Becky's it for me.

I'll love her

till the day I die.

So if you didn't do it

and I didn't do it...

and Bruton didn't do it...

then who did?

Your law firm... they carry

key man insurance.

Who is the insured key man?

I am.

And how much insurance?

I don't know.

Ten million, maybe more.

Who is the beneficiary?

The law firm.

And Sam Moss is your partner.

What, your only partner?

Yeah.

Who knew Bruton because

he second-chaired you?

Who was tipped off

by the Parole Board...

that Bruton was getting out

of prison...

who knew the cops would blame

you for your wife's murder.

Wait a second.

The insurance only pays

if I'm dead.

Sam would never do

anything like that.

How long do you think you would

last in the slammer...

with the slime you put in there?

You'd be dead before

the case comes to trial.

You're a former D. A...

who's not gonna last

five minutes in prison...

with the criminals

you sent there...

so just f***ing drop it!

Oh, my God.

Let's go.

Sam was one smart f***er.

He knew Bruton was being

released from prison...

and he knew you'd do anything

to protect your family.

So he lets you go off

half-cocked after Bruton...

hoping he would kill you.

And when Bruton

gets killed himself...

he plants evidence

in the pool to incriminate me.

Hoping that I'd kill you

or you'd kill me.

And all the while, Garrett

is trying to lock you up...

with the same psychos

you put in the joint.

Moss gets the law firm

and the money to run it.

It's a perfect plan.

Brilliantly executed.

He's one smart son of a b*tch.

If he was number two

in his class...

it makes me wonder

who was number one.

I was.

What?

Did you leave the light on?

No.

Lose the weapon, Vargas!

Don't do anything stupid.

Sam? Sam.

Sam.

Sam, what the hell

are you doing?

It's funny.

What a man will do...

The decisions he has to make.

Just put the gun down.

We'll talk through this.

- Just take it easy.

- Shut the f*** up!

Becky was a b*tch.

You could never see that.

What are you talking about?

I'm tired, Addison.

I'm tired of always

being second chair.

Tired of being number two

to your number one.

Sam, did you kill my wife?

See.

See. You push and you push.

I wrote it all down.

I'm glad you brought a witness.

Sam, don't do this.

You know, Add...

all we ever really had

was each other.

Please, Sam.

No!

Mr. Terrill, did you read this?

Yeah.

He signed it and everything.

Just about wraps it up.

Case closed.

Of course, he didn't go into

much detail about what happened.

He said he killed her.

That's enough.

I suppose.

I wish I had more to go on.

You know...

it's a funny thing about

getting to the end of something.

You have to wake up

the next morning.

Oh, Addison.

Addison.

I'm so, so sorry.

I'm just so, so sorry.

So am I.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Where should I stick

this wet towel?

Oh, just put it

in the laundry basket.

Come on. Let's go outside

and play.

I never called her.

I never called Sarah.

All right.

No.

Sam!

- Yes?

- Hey.

I don't think it was Sam.

Let it go, man.

Yeah, but what if it was

someone else?

Come on, Addison. Let it go.

Sam confessed.

Just listen to me for a second.

What if...

What if it was a woman?

Strangling

is not a womars crime.

To strangle someone

takes strong hands.

- Very strong hands.

- Daddy, daddy, look what I drew.

It's a picture of the person

who made Mommy go away.

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