Personal Effects
- R
- Year:
- 2009
- 106 min
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I collect goldfish.
I keep them in a small
tank in my bedroom.
Other kids my age like dogs,
if they like animals at all,
but for me, it's goldfish.
I understand them,
living underwater
in a little bowl,
hearing nothing,
just watching things
through glass.
My name is Clay Pietrysk.
I'm basically
your average teenager,
except for the fact
that I've been deaf
since I was born,
and I can't really speak.
Your average teenager,
except for the deaf part,
and the fact that
my father was shot to death
outside a bar in McKees Rocks
a little over a year ago.
But all of this
isn't only about me.
All of this is more about
waiting for someone
you know
will never come back...
about that time
spent waiting...
and the people you meet
in the waiting room.
See, my dad was shot once,
in the stomach.
Walter Blount's sister
was raped, stabbed,
and hit over the head
eight times with a brick.
After she died,
her killer
tried to burn her body.
When that didn't work,
he left her
by the river's edge,
half covered
with a garbage bag.
You're up, Walter.
Feeling peckish?
Try Megabird.
What the cluck?
No. No...
Feeling peckish?
Try Megabird.
We're egg-cited to serv--
What the cluck?
Try Megabird.
Chicken, you're an a**hole.
Don't say that!
Don't-- don't you say that!
That was
an interesting discussion
about how
a grandparent feels.
So many times,
extended family
gets forgotten
or neglected
in favor of spouses
and sons and daughters,
and your pain is just as real,
just as profound.
Thank you
for bringing that up today.
It was good stuff.
It's good stuff...
do I have to stay
for this?
Hush.
Linda Pietrysk
is going to share
the life
reconstruction book
she made
for her husband Larry.
Linda?
I really don't like
talking out loud
in front of people, but...
I know Gloria
is going next,
and she said
if I could, she could, so...
Um...
I went through
what I could find,
and so I'll just start
from when Larry and I first met,
and this is when he went away
to play A-ball out in Oregon.
Baseball didn't work out,
on account of his drinking,
so...
and, uh...
this is, um,
when our son Clay was born.
When he was alive,
my dad drank a lot
and collected guns.
My dad also had friends
who drank a lot
and collected guns.
One of those friends,
Mark Jankowski,
shot my dad
with one of those guns
after one of those nights
drinking.
People have different versions
of what happened.
No matter what the story,
I don't really care.
Mark Jankowski killed my dad.
And this is the last picture
I have of Larry.
It's, uh...
Mark is in it, the guy who...
but I kept it
because...
well, it's the last one I have.
So...
Thank you, Linda.
I know that was difficult.
Thank you.
It was good stuff.
Gloria Blount
has finished
the reconstruction
book
for her daughter.
Gloria?
Well, this is, uh,
the book that I made
for my daughter Annie.
Most of the pictures
have my son Walter in them
because they were...
they're twins, and...
Walter came
along with me today
because
I asked him to.
He didn't want to come.
Anyway, um...
Annie came first,
and Walter came
eight minutes later.
It was one of the few times
Walter came in second,
and, um...
Annie has
a little girl,
named Beth.
She's five.
She's my granddaughter.
She lives with us now.
And Annie was engaged
to this man named Brice...
see, me and Walter
have things in common,
not just the fact that
people we loved were murdered,
but the fact that we got stuck
with the things
that those people left behind.
Tell me.
No trouble.
What time will you be home?
Okay.
Love you.
There is simply
no direct evidence
connecting Tom Friedinger
to the murder of Annie Blount.
There's no forensic evidence.
There's no witnesses
to the crime itself,
nothing,
save for Mr. Friedinger's
communication with the decedent
an hour before
she was abducted and killed.
Yes, he liked to
walk her home at night,
particularly when she was drunk,
which she was that night.
Yes, he gave her presents
and wrote her letters
and sent her flowers,
but that does not mean
that he attacked her that night.
Strong feelings
for the victim
are not enough evidence
upon which to proceed!
Uh, particularly when
you take into account
Miss Blount's
lifestyle,
and the number of men
she's been with
in the last few years alone!
Again, your honor,
there simply is
not enough evidence
upon which to proceed.
Me and Walter,
We know how it feels
when a new day begins,
and someone
doesn't show up for it.
We know how it feels.
People need to have
something in common
to keep them close.
Something like a job,
or a hobby, or a sport...
or the wait
for something to change,
for justice...
All rise.
For fairness.
Court is adjourned.
But the wait
can get difficult...
Please bring the motion
to my chambers.
And after a while,
you can't just watch the story
go on without you.
After a while,
you take the story back.
You're not helping us
in there.
The way you sit
in that gallery
and glare
at Friedinger
makes Friedinger seem
even more sympathetic
than he already is.
Sympathetic?
Walter, he's a fat slob
with a low I.Q.
Who's never caught a break
in his life,
and you know
as well as I do
the evidence we've got
isn't exactly
going to fry him
without the jury
on our side.
Come to court,
just...
lighten it up,
you know?
So, Mrs. Pietrysk...
Hi.
Let some steam off
before you come in.
Jury selection
will take
the better part
of the week.
Each side
will have a chance
to rule out
any potential
problem jurors.
We'll get the right
people up there,
and we'll
start this thing.
Okay.
Okay?
Hi.
You're Gloria's son,
right?
Yeah.
Walter.
Walter, right.
Oh, God...
you can't smoke
in this damn place.
I'm here for
jury selection.
I heard
it can take a while.
That's what the prosecutor
was just telling me.
There's a snack machine
on the second floor,
in case you get hungry.
Thanks.
'Night.
Love you.
Love you, too, Ma.
Try your cluck
with daily free lunch drawings.
Suck cock, cock.
You shouldn't s--
you shouldn't--
What?
Don't be chicken,
try Megabird.
Oh, please.
F*** off.
Most survivors turn
to the criminal justice system
for a kind of emotional support
in their need to see
their loved one's assailants
apprehended, prosecuted,
convicted, and punished.
Unfortunately,
the criminal
justice system
exists for society,
not for you
as an individual.
So whatever you believe
the appropriate punishment
for the murder is
will probably not
be doled out.
Even if the killer
gets the death sentence,
it ultimately will not
make you feel better.
Okay, that does it
for today.
Remember,
we set a date
for the charity
rummage sale,
and this should be
a great way
to let go of
those possessions
you've struggled
to get rid of,
as well as a good way
to raise money
for victims' families.
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