Murder by Numbers Page #6

Come on, sit down.

l have to advise you

of certain rights.

-The interview is over.

-Richard's father's lawyer.

Charge them or let them go.

Another five minutes,

we would have had both those kids.

lf l ever find out who leaked

to the parents, l swear. . . .

No, that's all right.

Yeah, l'll talk to you tomorrow.

Justin won't talk, because he needs

to prove he's as tough as his buddy.

-He's tougher.

-Yeah, maybe.

That Richard,

l can't wait till we nail him.

One of them is the doer, and he's going

down, but there's something deeper--

A narcissistic prick like Richard

doesn't care about anyone but himself.

He uses Justin to feed his ego. Push

him around, make him feel like a man.

ln five years, no one will care

he was homecoming king. . .

. . .or pole-vaulting champ.

l pity anyone who gets in his way.

ls Richard a pole-vaulter?

l don't know.

l was using it

as an example of, you know. . . .

Look. . . .

l know about Carl Hudson.

Where did you get that?

This is none of your God--

This is my matter!

Mine!

l knew this girl in high school. . .

. . .smart enough. . .

. . .but she didn't really

come from anything.

And to everyone's amazement,

the most popular boy liked her.

State pole-vaulting champ.

You'd watch him go over

that bar in the sunlight. . .

. . .that golden body, it was like. . .

. . .life just couldn't get

any more beautiful than that.

And it didn't.

She was 1 6 when she married him.

Seventeen when he knocked out

her upper bicuspid.

Eighteen when she decided to leave.

He put her in the hospital

with a serious concussion.

A week later, when she got out. . .

. . .she started packing,

and he was drunk.

He pointed his finger at her. He said,

""You try that again, l'll kill you. ""

He took another drink. . .

. . .and she headed for the door.

Why didn't she wait till he was out?

Left for work?

She couldn't,

she had to go right then.

-Why then?

-l don't know.

lt was because. . . .

Because she. . . .

lt wasn't about getting away from him,

it was about standing up to him.

Even if it killed her.

l guess so.

So he stabbed her 1 7 times

with a kitchen knife. . .

. . .and dumped her body

on a country road.

Yeah, ruined my favorite dress.

Carl Hudson.

Cutest boy l ever saw. . .

. . .until Richard Haywood.

And you're supposed to testify

at Carl's parole hearing.

What are you gonna say?

Nothing. l'm not going.

l'm not.

-You gotta go up there, you have to.

-No. l don't have to.

The girl was Jessica Marie Hudson.

l have nothing to say about her.

-You just inherited her scars.

-Look, l made a deal.

The deal was that she died there.

She's in the ground,

and l can go on with my life.

Except you can't.

All you think about is Carl Hudson.

He's every case.

He's every guy you date.

Your whole world is Carl Hudson.

ls that the life you're going on with?

-Did you ever get help for any of this?

-Yeah.

l became a cop.

You can't just pretend it didn't

happen. lt's not that simple, Cass.

lt has to be.

Because if it gets

any more complicated, l can't make it.

Richard Haywood is on line one.

Swanson.

So you want to talk to me

about this Covington woman?

Yes, I know all about it.

What can I do for you?

l just thought you'd want to know

what really happened.

I thought it was a game.

How do you pick a victim?

How do you get away with it?

We were bored.

l never took it seriously until l walk

in the room, and she's laying there. . . .

Did you make a deal with him?

-He says he wasn't there--

-Did you make a deal?

l don't make deals over the phone,

but if it checks out. . .

-. . .and we can get a conviction, l will.

-Fine. Let's get warrants now.

Where are you going?

You're not supposed to leave

without telling us.

Will you be back for dinner?

Justin's not here. His mother

doesn't even know when he left.

Similar story here.

What about Goldilocks?

Get over there and see what she knows.

-You should take a look downstairs.

-l gotta go. Bye.

l didn't know where else to go.

Tell me what's going on.

The cops are asking about you

and Richard. l don't know what to say.

We killed a woman.

No, you didn't.

Yes, we did.

He made you do it.

lt wasn't just Richard.

But he drove it.

lt was his idea.

You would have never done anything

like this by yourself.

He seduced you. . .

. . .just like he seduced me.

You know what you have to do.

-You have to tell them everything.

-l will.

l don't have any feelings left.

Except for you.

-That's him.

-Don't answer it.

Where are you?

Are you with her?

No.

Yes, you are.

And you told her about us, didn 't you?

Did you tell her everything?

Where are you?

l left home.

All right? l'm gone.

l'm never going back. lt's over.

l know. We have to turn ourselves in.

And go to prison?

And be punks? And eat sh*t

for the rest of our lives?!

Do you remember

what we talked about?

Yes.

Meet me at the bluff in an hour.

Okay?

Okay.

l have to meet him.

To do what?

l just have to.

l wish l met you first.

Cassie Mayweather.

Have a seat.

So this is what we talked about.

Glory or nothing.

Should we say the words

for the last time?

One cannot live fully

without embracing suicide and crime.

Say it.

A pact made with relentless fire

that requires that while some live. . .

. . .others die.

On three.

One.

Two.

Three.

-What are you doing?

-l have the bullets, right?

What about you?

Open your chamber.

Open it!

You were gonna watch me

kill myself?

-They're here at the old Wintu Lodge.

-Roger. That's up off Highland Road?

So since l have the bullets

and the guts to use them. . .

. . .l'll shoot you,

and then l'll shoot myself, okay?

-No.

-No?

Why? Would you rather go to prison

and be a punk?

Or do you think you'll beat prison?

Because you made a deal.

You talked. You talked!

Why don't you shoot me?

Shoot me in the head, in the heart.

Whatever you want.

Do it. Doesn't matter anymore.

Pull the f***ing trigger. Pull it!

Come on!

Justin, don't.

-We have to pay for what we did.

-Not like that.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Please don't.

Justin, listen to me. For me.

-Come over here, next to me.

-Don't listen to her.

Don't!

Hands off!

Stay put. People are on the way.

Hey, Richard?

You think you're so smart, huh?

Justin's smarter than you,

remember that.

l got one left.

To hell with it.

--every night, the same

f***ing thing? Listen!

Listen to me! You are not

going out that door, Jess!

You are not going out that door!

Justin, please!

Justin, please.

Don't! Justin!

Justin, don't!

No, no! Don't!

Grab it.

l got it.

Thank you, thank you.

l'm okay, thank you.

What's gonna happen to me?

Since you weren't the actual killer,

and what you did down there for me. . . .

Don't worry about it,

l'll take care of you.

You all right?

-Whisper something into my ear.

-What?

Just anything.

Remember what l said

about looking for new partners?

Are you serious?

Where was it?

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