Reasonable Doubt Page #4

for Ackerman,

but if I can

get evidence that he...

he killed those other guys,

I can cut us both a deal.

What you said under oath,

what I did...

You all right there?

...What I did, it just goes away.

Mitch, I'm on parole.

I get busted breaking

into some guy's f***ing house...

come on, I don't want you breaking in.

I'll break in.

I just need for you to tail him,

let me know when he's coming back.

Ah, it's just a little

aiding and abetting then.

Eh.

Forget it, Mitch.

Let it go. I'm done.

That f***er really break

into your house?

Yes.

While we were sleeping.

All right,

he's gonna know your ride.

Can you rent me

a clean set of wheels?

Of course.

Thanks, Jimmy.

You know what? I mean that.

I may be an a**hole,

but I'm still your brother.

See you later, Davis.

All right, guys. See you later.

Have a good evening.

Yo, Jimmy.

Got anything

tying him to the victims?

No. Not yet.

Looks like he eats and sleeps

here, but that's about it.

The rest of the time

he spends in self-help groups.

You know, sometimes he

goes to two a night.

Oh f***.

That's it.

That's how he picks his victims.

The guy that killed

his family was a parolee.

They're all parolee meetings.

Nobody notices

the guy making coffee.

He just hangs around

like a fly on the wall,

listening for the guy who feels

worried about re-offending.

Yeah, I've been to those meetings.

- The room's full of guys like that.

- Exactly.

F*** me.

He kept their parolee cards.

Jimmy, what's that?

Uh, we're near the cement works.

Must be coffee break or something.

You know, that's pretty close.

Is he coming back?

I don't know. He went

into some old warehouse

and came out carrying something.

I lost him.

- Looked like some old tools or something.

- Get the f*** outta there.

Jimmy? Jimmy!

Jimmy, can you hear me?

Jimmy? Jimmy, are you there?

I'm coming, Jimmy.

I'm coming, Jimmy.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

- Jimmy!

- Aah! F***!

Jimmy!

- Mitch!

- Jimmy!

Help me!

You gotta help me, Mitch!

Help... Mitch.

Yo, Jimmy!

Oh, please help me!

- Jimmy!

- Mitch!

Mitch!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh Jimmy.

911, what is your emergency?

Help me.

Help me, please.

He's trying to kill me.

- Hurry.

- Sir?

Sir, who is trying to kill you?

Sir? Sir, are you there?

Sir?

Hello? Yeah, I need an ambulance.

Can you hear... can you hear me?

Hello?

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

F***! F***!

Stay with me.

I'm gonna move you, okay?

- Okay?

- Okay.

Okay okay, come on.

Come on, stay with me!

Come on!

Let's go, men.

Hey!

- Hey, he needs an ambulance.

- Set him down now!

- Oh f***.

- Put him down!

- Do it!

- Put him down now!

- Now! Down! Down!

- F***.

You gotta be f***ing kidding me.

Oh f***.

Go!

- He needs an ambulance!

- Cool it!

Jimmy. Oh God,

get him a f***ing ambulance!

Jimmy, hang in there.

Hang in there, brother.

- Hang in there, brother.

- ... can and will be used against you...

- Calm down.

- Hang in there.

You have the right to an attorney.

We've got an injured white male.

- How's Jimmy?

- He's in a coma...

...but the doctors are hopeful.

So you wanna tell me what

your relationship is to him?

Yeah, we're, um...

step-brothers.

Our parents just never married.

That's why he'd lie

for you in court.

Exactly.

So why turn on him now?

What?

Was he blackmailing you?

What are you talking about?

I didn't do this.

Clinton Davis did this.

- Using your hammer?

- Yes.

He broke into my house,

he stole my tools.

Did you report that?

- No.

- No.

It's only your prints

on the hammer.

Jesus Christ.

I made the 911 call,

for Christ's sakes.

Why would I do that

if I was guilty?

I really don't know, Mitch.

But you did it before.

911, what's your emergency?

I need an ambulance.

A guy's been hit by a car.

What's the location, sir?

Uh, Keeler.

- That's you, right?

- Yes yes yes, it's me.

I hit Ackerman with

my car and I left.

It was wrong.

I know that, but I was scared.

I'd been drinking.

It was an accident.

We found this...

in the bottom of your toolbox.

It has Ackerman's

blood all over it.

Well, Davis must've put it there.

I dropped my cards when

I was helping Ackerman.

- I must've missed one.

- All of this...

- leads directly to you.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right, listen, okay?

If I killed Ackerman,

why didn't I crucify Davis in

court when I had the chance, hmm?

He was the perfect scapegoat.

Okay, there's a bag.

- There's a bag?

- Yes.

Davis kept the I.D.S

of all his victims.

He's targeting violent parolees

that he thinks will re-offend,

like the man that

killed his family.

- Where's this bag?

- In his house.

How do you know this?

- I broke in.

- You broke in?

You broke into his f***ing house?

Seriously, Mitch...

How do I know

you didn't put it there?

You know, I don't think I should

answer any more questions

till I have a lawyer present.

You know, I think

that's a really good idea.

You've got a call...

Stuart Wilson from the D.A.'s office.

Stu, where the f*** have you been?

I'm sorry, Mitch.

This is the only way

they'd let me talk to you.

Now you listen to me,

you f***ing son of a b*tch.

I will find you, I will come for

you and I will take your life.

- You hear me, Davis?

- Oh, listen to you.

Where was all that backbone

when you hit Ackerman, huh?

If you'd showed it then,

you would've waited for the

ambulance and he'd be alive.

Course, he'd still be free

to go around hurting small children...

- ... which he was about

to do when I took him.

You do know that, right?

If you'd let well enough alone,

we never would've come

to this place, Mitch.

What do you want?

You could've ruined my life

or ruined yours,

but yet you found a third option.

One that helped us both.

There is no f***ing

third option here.

Yeah, there is.

What if another murder happened

with the same M.O.

While they have you

in custody, hmm?

Go a long way towards

shedding light on your innocence

or even throw a reasonable

doubt on your guilt.

What are you...

what are you talking about,

- another murder?

- The problem is

you don't know my pain

or my emptiness.

But now you're going

to know what it is to be me.

Davis?

Davis, what...?

Where are you, Davis? Huh?

I have to go now, Mitch.

Davis!

Hey! Is the line cut? Hey!

I need a line.

I need an outside line.

- Davis is going to kill my wife!

- Stop!

- Hey!

- He's gonna kill my f***ing wife.

- Mrs. Brockden?

- Yes.

I'm Detective Kanon.

I hate to bother you

at this ungodly hour,

but I'd like to ask you

some questions about

your husband...

...if it's all right with you.

No, not at all. Of co... I'm...

just one minute.

Suspect is approximately 5'5"...

You know, I've been

calling all day and I...

I hope you don't mind.

Hey, officer.

Just finished up with a client.

Can you tell me what

you've arrested my husband for?

- Murder.

- What?!

That... I mean,

that's insane. Mitch...

I know.

I know it... it's crazy.

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