Black Butterfly Page #5

before you got to Nancy barrows.

I'll carry that to my grave.

Four victims.

Now, we found all the bodies,

all except, uh, one.

The first, your wife, Renee.

Tell me where you buried her.

How can I?

I haven't seen her...

...since she left me.

Come on, buddy. Tell me

where you buried your wife.

The jury will see it as

a gesture of goodwill.

It'll help you when

you come to sentencing.

Give Renee's family

some closure.

They deserve it,

don't you think?

I don't know what

you're talking about,

whoever you are.

Okay.

We're gonna convict you of

every murder you've ever done.

You're going to convict me?

Mm.

With what?

Everything you have

in that bag is tainted.

Planted.

You're...

...so in need of a scapegoat

that it's pathetic.

You come into my house

with a bag of evidence

Bodies you had access to,

and trying to hang it on me?

The tape?

Do you think

that's my confession?

I was thinking

my screenplay aloud. So what?

It was dialogue for a character.

Method writing,

if you wanna call it that.

Isn't that what we were doing,

you and I, when you

held a knife to my throat?

If you are so f***ing

sure of yourself,

why harass me

for my wife's body?

You had me at gunpoint!

I was a hostage in my own house!

Where did you think you're going

with this harebrained scam?!

Are you guys completely insane?!

Is that the way you're

gonna play it, Paul?

Okay.

An innocent man would have

just said, "i didn't do it. "

Hey, there, deputy carcano.

Dive team says there's

nothing in the pond.

Nothing from k-9 unit.

F***.

Have them keep looking.

Ah, doesn't look good.

Got physical evidence that

he's gonna say you planted.

We got him on tape,

and I don't know

how you get into this

storytelling thing,

but he's gonna say that's

what he was doing there,

and that creates

plausible deniability.

His word against mine?

Well, you don't have

to convince me, Jack.

Look, you've worked

too hard on this one

for it to not go our way.

I don't think

i have to tell you,

without a confession,

we're f***ed.

F***.

- Jack.

- Yeah.

The boss is gonna book him.

They want you inside.

All right.

Look at this photograph.

- Oh, my god.

- Yeah.

Better times, huh?

Your beautiful wife,

outside of your rustic retreat.

But something's missing.

Tell me something, Paul.

If I was to dig

underneath your pond,

I mean, really

underneath your pond,

would I find your wife?

All right, Jack.

Your odds in court went up,

no question.

Can I talk to you,

just you and me?

Clear the room, guys.

Let's go.

I'm all ears.

You have no idea...

...the pain I'm holding inside.

Just don't! Listen to me.

Hear me out.

This is an idea for a...

For a deal.

Full confession.

I'll give you every detail

of every one

of the victims' remains,

for every crime scene,

everything.

I have a great memory.

I wrap up your case

neatly with a bright bow.

But no needle.

Lock me up in a mental institution,

whatever, but no needle.

I deserve

to live with this pain.

You had your chance with me.

- I'm done.

- No, listen to me!

You owe this to me.

It was up to me to pick

you up on the road.

My decision, my idea,

it was always my story.

Was it real enough for you?

It seems like it was.

I gave you all of this!

But you owe me my ending.

I like my ending better.

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