Tall Men Page #4

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we need to talk about

your case.

I've spent a lot of time

reviewing your case, Terrence,

and to be honest with you,

at this point,

it's just not looking good.

The evidence

is stacked against you.

What?

Let me just tell you

what the court's gonna see.

They're gonna see your friend

Lee levine dead on the floor,

they're gonna see a prostitute,

Wilma sherman, also dead,

and Lucy Marx

beaten to death,

all in your house.

I didn't kill them.

I could never

do something like that.

Hear me out.

I'm going to tell you

what the scene looks like.

Saturday, the night

of the murders--

I didn't murder anybody.

This is what it looks like.

Saturday, you picked up

this prostitute in your car.

You drove her

back to your place

for a party.

I like Lucy.

Well, I'm sure you did,

Terrence.

Now what it looks like,

the four of you

had way too much to drink.

Things got outta control.

There was an altercation

which escalated

into a fight.

I didn't do it.

Terry, your friend Lee?

His skull was crushed.

And to top things off,

your fingerprints

were found

all over the bat

used to kill him.

There was a prostitute

with a broken neck

on your living room floor.

And Lucy Marx,

your girlfriend,

she was beaten

beyond recognition.

Look at your hands,

Terrence.

Almost every bone

in both of your hands

is broken.

Her face was pummeled

by your bare hands.

They had to identify her

by a tattoo.

I could never

do something like that.

That's what

the prosecution is going by.

Then what, what about,

what about those detectives,

the ones who were helping me?

Well, now see,

that's another thing

that conflicts

with your story.

I called

police records twice.

I spoke with

two record supervisors

in the process.

They checked their directory.

There's no record

of a, uh,

detective knotts or towner

that work for

the police department.

They don't exist.

Like I told you, Terrence,

things just aren't

looking good for you.

The courts have

it stacked against you.

The prosecution

is the story they're

believing right now.

What about-- I could've--

I could've

never picked up that

lady of the night.

My car, it was--

it was repossessed

by the credit card company.

The prosecution

has a witness.

They say the girl was seen

getting into your car.

They say that

the witness saw you pull up

to the prostitute,

some words were exchanged,

she gets in,

and you drive off.

Well, did they see the driver?

-No, just the car.

-Well, there you go.

They didn't see the driver.

Is that your car?

The police shot that photo

the day you were arrested.

It was in your driveway.

It wasn't repossessed.

I went to

the dealership, Terrence,

and there's no record

of you purchasing

that vehicle there.

The car did come

from that lot,

but it was stolen,

not purchased.

I purchased the car

at that dealership.

I bought the car

from that salesman.

They--

they-- they did it.

It's a conspiracy.

They set me up.

They did it all.

Who are "they," Terrence?

The tall men.

-The tall men?

-Yes. Ben, you--

I told you about

the tall men.

You haven't even

acknowledged them.

You don't believe me,

do you, Ben?

That's why I am here,

Terrence.

Ben called me

to review your case.

Now tell me about

the tall men.

I'm not crazy.

We know you're not crazy,

Terrence.

Just tell me about

the tall men.

Okay.

There are these

tall men in dark suits.

They work for

the credit card company.

They-- they're--

they're like collectors.

-Collectors?

-Yes, yeah.

What they do is they--

they trick you

into using the card,

and then when

you can't pay it,

the company sends these

really, really big guys.

They're enormous.

They're-- they--

you can't

get away from them.

They come and go

as they please.

They're like shadows.

Like phantoms.

How many tall men

were there, Terrence?

There were three.

Do these tall men

have names?

Yes.

Tic, tac,

and toe.

Do these men

ever talk to you?

No. They never said a word.

They had a guy

on the phone

that would do

all the talking.

And what did the man

on the phone say?

He'd ask me questions.

He asked if I had

the amount due.

When I said no,

the tall men

would break my fingers.

And then they made me

drink whiskey.

I think we may have

an explanation for all of this.

Let's go back

20 years ago.

There was a little girl

living next door to you.

Her name was, uh,

Alicia marriotti.

She was about your age.

Do you remember her?

She was my friend.

She used to live

next door from me.

We would play all the time.

We would explore places

and pretend we were in

a different world far away.

She was my best friend.

My only friend.

Other kids

didn't understand me,

but she did.

She was my best friend.

And when the day would end

and we'd have to return home,

she didn't

want to go back home.

She had to return

to a terrible darkness.

Months went by

and Alicia was changing.

A day came

when she asked me

to do something

very difficult.

What she asked me to do

was unimaginable.

But I knew

she wasn't happy.

I loved her,

and I would've done

anything for her.

Terrence!

What have you done?

What have you done?

That was a long time ago.

Yes, it was, but it

all has relevance, Terrence.

After the incident,

your grandmother

had you committed

and eventually

you were diagnosed with

paranoid schizophrenia.

Yes.

My understanding

is that you returned to live

with your grandmother

after you were released

from the hospital.

-Is that correct?

-Yes.

And you lived

with your grandmother

ever since?

Yes.

And, uh,

your grandmother died

and now you live alone, yes?

Did your grandmother

help you with your medication

- for schizophrenia?

- Yes, she did.

The point

I'm getting at is

your records show

that there were times

that you have forgotten,

neglected, or even failed

to take your medication.

That was a couple

of years ago.

My grandmother died.

I had a hard time.

But I always remember

to take my medication now.

I never miss a dose.

Well, perhaps the dosage

wasn't strong enough anymore.

That might be the reason

why you are seeing

these these tall men,

these detectives.

It might be the reason

why you have

no recollections

of the murder

of your friends.

Terrence,

listen to what we're saying.

Our hands are tied.

There's no other explanation.

All the wrongs point to you,

and if the courts consider

your mental history,

well, that's it.

If we claim insanity,

they'll send you to

a mental institution,

which is much better

than prison for you.

Terrence,

you have a disorder

that makes things

very difficult for you.

I want you to know that

everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay,

Terrence.

Come on, buddy.

Can we get this going?

It's getting close

to happy hour.

Oh, my god. Let's roll.

Thank you.

Hey, excuse me. You.

Say, do I know you?

I don't think so.

Yeah, I've seen you before.

I just have

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