Nine Dead Page #7

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You want us to think about our lives

and our actions and crimes and

how they've affected other people?

Well, that's what

we are doing,

and it's killing us.

Look, no one has suffered

like you and your son.

Okay, no one here was on trial.

No one here was punished

for their crimes.

We've just gone on with our

lives and never looked back.

But you have to look back

every single day.

Look, you asked Sully

if he would change,

knowing what he's done.

Well, I guarantee,

you ask anyone in this room now,

and we would change.

We would change for the better.

Now, speak for yourself,

kiss-ass.

Kiss my ass.

You could have died finding

some humanity or humility.

I'd rather go out in style.

Maybe we do deserve to die.

I just wish I knew why.

What, you two are ready

to give up?

You're both ready to die?

Well, f*** you both.

Okay, never give up.

I've lived through worse than this,

and I'll live through this.

Worse than this, Kelley?

What could possibly be

worse than this?

Well, back when you and I

were still dating,

I was stupid enough in this day

and age

to think that I could walk

to my car

alone at night.

Some sweaty, bald-headed bastard

grabbed me from behind

and threw me in his van.

He bashed my head

on the steel flooring.

I was dazed, but I could see

that there was already blood there.

This wasn't his first time.

He put his hand over my face

as he ripped my clothes off.

It's like my--my brain didn't

really register the pain.

I just kept thinking

about how I was gonna

get this guy,

this thing, you know.

And I was gonna put him away

for the rest of his life.

I kept imagining the courtroom

and how I would be looking into

his eyes, and I would say,

"I'm the one

that ruined your life."

But then I realized we weren't

in a courtroom.

There was no judge, no jury.

It was just me and this

sh*t head who thought he could

put his hands all over me.

Who the f*** was this guy

to violate me, to take my life?

What right did he have

to touch me?

I wasn't scared.

I was furious.

Why didn't you tell me, Kelley?

We could have done something

about that.

You could have searched

everywhere.

You never would have found him.

When he was done,

he rolled off me,

and I saw that there was

a baseball bat in his van.

And I grabbed it,

and I hit him hard.

Then I stepped back,

thinking someone must have seen,

someone must have heard.

And as I waiting for someone to

come help me,

I hit him again.

And then I hit him again.

And I just kept swinging.

And he just kept screaming.

You know, and he begged.

He begged.

Can you believe that?

I swear, I think that made me

hit him harder.

And then--

and then he just

stopped screaming.

He stopped moving.

And I looked around again,

and still no one was there.

No one heard.

No one cared.

So I went home,

and I cleaned up,

and I burned the bat

in my fireplace.

And I just went on with my life

like that.

It was just over.

And the next day when they found

his body,

I made sure no one went looking

for his killer.

And now I'm here.

And I promise you,

I promise you,

I will live through this,

and I will survive at all--

at all costs.

What about rape?

We all heard Coogan.

He didn't care if it was boys

or girls.

And if he was in the same prison

with Wade,

why not a 20-year-old kid?

We did this to him.

How could I have known

what was gonna happen to him?

Think about Wade Greeley,

an innocent kid

and all the things

he went through.

And think about his father

having to think about

what happened to his son.

Think about that.

When Coogan was shot,

when Greeley came in here

and shot him,

what did Coogan say?

I don't remember.

What are you thinking?

He said something about

a splatter and killing everyone

or something like that.

Maybe you should move them

out of the way of the splatter.

I'd hate to see somebody die

before you get a chance

to kill 'em yourself.

Yeah, he was being

a smart-ass.

He was talking about the bullet,

if it went through him

and killed somebody else.

I thought the same thing.

But what if that's not

what he meant?

What if the joke

was about something else?

His blood, for instance.

His infected blood.

What if Coogan had AIDS?

That's a big stretch, Eddie.

Not really.

That's the final piece

of our time line.

It starts with Christian

borrowing money from Sully.

I know you.

Says you.

No, we did some business

together years ago.

But then he loses that money

after a bad drug deal

and ends up in jail.

When he gets released,

he buys a gun from Leon,

uses it to rob Chan's liquor store,

'cause he still owes Sully the money.

Then Chan picks Wade Greeley

out of the lineup.

Kelley makes sure the evidence

fits her case

and uses Jackson to secure

that evidence

against Wade for the trial.

Father Francis learns the truth

during confession

but being bound by God,

says nothing.

So Wade ends up in prison

where he has a run-in

with Coogan.

And that's how I'm tied

into all this.

So why are you here?

Back around the time when Wade

would have been released

from prison,

my company had acquired

the exclusive rights

to an experimental drug therapy

for AIDS patients.

It was said to prolong the life

of people living with AIDS.

It was very new expensive.

I think Coogan infected

Wade Greeley with AIDS.

And the reason Wade's dad waited

is because that's exactly how

long his son lived

outside of prison

before he died.

It's his father

acting out revenge

for the death of his son.

Wade must have been one

of the applicants

for the new AIDS drug.

Part of my job was

to turn down applicants.

Improper insurance,

not enough money,

wrong age, and criminal records.

I was the one whose

name was signed

to all letters

denying applicants.

If I had accepted Wade

into the program,

he might be alive today.

That's it.

That's the answer

he's looking for.

So why are you here?

Because your son died of AIDS.

He contracted it in prison

from Coogan.

When he was released,

you tried to get him into my

company's drug therapy program,

but they--

I turned him down.

Your son could be alive today

if we all hadn't turned our

backs on him and on you.

He was so, so beautiful.

My son was a very brave

and lovely boy.

And all of you made sure

that he would never grow up

to be a man.

It didn't have to end this way.

Any one of you could have

prevented his death.

But you all saw him as a suspect

or a number,

a toy to be played with.

His only fault

was that he became

a part of your lives.

But it was his life.

And you destroyed it.

When we--

when we leave here,

my life will end,

but you will all

still have yours.

And I want you to remember,

just remember this.

Remember what it is you have

done.

And I hope that it haunts you

until the day you die.

Show's over.

The police are already here.

They're in the building.

Unlock yourself

and the other 2.

It's time to leave.

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