Primal Fear Page #6

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Drop it.

- Remember me, huh?!

- My name is Martin Vail.

I don't give a f***!

You have no right!

Every f***ing right! I'm Aaron

Stampler's attorney, you little sh*t!

Now! What do you know

about the Archbishop's murder?

- Nothing.

- Where do you think you're going?

Bullshit! Don't f*** with us.

I swear I know nothing.

What were you doing at Aaron's

house? What were you looking for?

- A tape.

- A tape? A videotape?

- Yeah.

- Of what?

- Sex stuff.

- Sex stuff?

Do I have to draw a picture for you?

Who?

Who?!

Me, Linda.

- And Aaron?

- He shot it, too, for the Archbishop.

Are you telling...

Are you telling me that Archbishop

Rushman is involved with sex stuff?

Yeah, he called it "purging the devil".

He'd say a sermon for ten minutes,

and then he would tell us what to do.

I don't give a f*** what you believe!

Hey, hey, hey. What were you

going to do with the tape?

Trash it. I was gonna throw it away.

One. Just one tape.

One tape.

He'd keep recording over and over.

- Why did you think Aaron had this?

- I don't know.

I thought he got it,

and he went back and killed him.

- He did kill him, right?

- No, he didn't.

Where's this girl? Where's Linda?

She freaked out!

She panicked. She split.

And I'm not expecting any postcards.

Look at me.

Get him out of here, Tommy.

- Where to?

- A warm bunk and three meals a day.

- You can't arrest me! You're no cop!

- I used to be. Does that work for you?

- Look who's here.

- Finish it. It's a good article.

You know the rules.

Don't disturb anything,

don't remove anything or it's my ass.

Yeah, mine too. I won't touch anything.

Excuse me.

...preach the gospel to every...

Hello.

- What are you watching?

- Wait a minute.

Go to her.

Good. Now help her.

That's it, Aaron. Good.

Linda, help out.

Good. Take offher blouse, Aaron.

That's it. Now help him, Linda.

Isn't that sweet, Linda? Good.

That's it.

Now, take him in your mouth.

Here's motive.

Take her from behind.

- Aaron, take her from behind.

- Jesus Christ.

Thanks.

- I wanna talk to you alone.

- We should discuss...

I need to be alone with my client.

Do you trust me?

Yes, yes, of course I do.

Good. Because I don't trust you.

I'll lay it all out for you.

I'm losing this case because

my f***ing client is lying to me.

- I never, never lied...

- Bullshit!

No more bullshit. No more games.

Everybody thinks you did this,

everybody.

Only I believe you,

and I'm that close.

So I want it all out.

Right now, right here.

Did you underline that book?

Hey, hey, look at me.

Did you underline that book?

- N-n-no, I didn't.

- I don't believe you.

- That's bullshit.

- I told...

I don't believe you! I saw the tape!

I saw the tape. I know what he did

to you. I wanna hear it from you.

No! No!

Don't do this.

I want you to tell me the truth.

- You f***ing killed him! You did it!

- No!

You're so full of sh*t! You did it!

Tell me the truth. Don't lie.

You little f***! You killed him!

- You son of a b*tch! You killed him!

- No!

What do you want from me now?

Quit crying! I can't understand

a word you're saying.

You little sissy! You make me sick!

- Look here. Who the f*** are you?

- Who the f*** are you?

This is my cell! Who the f*** are you?

I got you now. You're the lawyer.

You're a lawyer, ain't you? With

your fancy suit. I heard about you.

My, my, you sure f***ed

this one up, counsellor.

Sounds like they're gonna shoot Aaron

so full of poison it'll come out his eyes!

- Where is Aaron?

- He's crying in a corner somewhere.

You scared him off!

You got to deal with me now, boy.

I ought to give you

a beating on principle. Look at me.

You pull that tough-guy sh*t on Aaron

again, I'll kick your ass to Sunday!

- Do you understand me?

- I understand you.

Aaron gets in trouble, he calls you.

You're the man.

Aaron couldn't kick his own ass.

You seen him with the "da-da-da".

Yeah.

Jesus Christ, he can't handle anything.

He sure couldn't handle

all that preacher's blood.

If he'd done like I told him,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

But he got scared and "da".

Ran off and got himself caught,

the stupid little sh*t.

So Aaron did kill Rushman.

Hell no! Jesus Christ,

where did they find you?

Haven't you listened to me?

Aaron doesn't have guts to do nothing.

It was me, boy.

- It was you.

- Yes, it was.

He came crying to me like always,

stuttering and whining.

"I ca-can't take it no more, Roy.

You g-got to help me."

"Please, please, Roy."

I said, "Shut your mouth! Grow up.

Be a man. Take care of yourself."

So your name is Roy?

Oh, Jesus, I'm sorry. Yeah.

What is it? Marty?

Marty, I'm dying for a smoke.

Do you have a cigarette?

- No, I quit.

- F*** that.

Can't live without them.

Got to be a butt here.

Roy.

Roy, tell me about Linda.

Linda?

Who the f*** cares about Linda?

I care about Linda.

I'd like to know about her.

That little tramp. Everybody

had a piece of her, you know.

She had Aaron wrapped up so tight,

he thought she was his girlfriend.

She broke his heart.

So that's why you had to kill Rushman.

Because of the sex stuff.

You've seen the tape.

Answer me, you son of a b*tch!

Do you think I'm playing with you?

I will break your f***ing neck!

- I'll ask again. Have you seen it?

- Of course I saw the tape.

Dammit, I told him, "Get that tape.

It's motive, you a**hole!"

This'll f*** everthing up.

Don't you show that to anyone!

- Do you understand me?!

- Yeah.

- Aaron.

- Damn!

Mist...

Mister Vail?

Yeah, I'm right here, Aaron.

He did it. The little f*** did it.

How could I have missed that?

- Am I gonna need stitches?

- No.

He didn't do it. Aaron has no idea

what just happened in there.

I kept seeing the signs. The big ones.

Abusive background, these repeated

blackouts, the ellipses in thought.

He's ambidextrous. I tried to tell you.

You may be thrilled by all this,

but I'm f***ed. I don't have a case.

Textbook multiple personality disorder.

Put me on the stand. I'll testify.

He's insane.

I can't. I can't change plea

in the middle of a trial.

The judge would never allow it.

Insanity is the hardest thing to prove.

OK.

My professional opinion.

This is not a criminal

we're dealing with. He's a sick kid.

He's sitting in a cell,

and that's not where he belongs.

You got an aspirin?

Come on, Connerman, ask it.

Ask what?

The question

you wanted to ask me before.

I don't understand, Mr Vail.

"How can you defend someone

if you know they did it?"

"How can you defend these

f***ing scumbags?" Isn't that it?

All those f***ing coy questions,

all that bullshit.

Bottom line is:

"How can you do what you do?"

You think it's the money, don't you?

The money's nice.

The money's very, very nice, Jack.

The first thing I ask a new client is:

"You been saving up for a rainy day?"

"Guess what? It's raining."

You think it's because I want to see

my face on magazine covers?

My 1 5 seconds on TV? I love it.

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