The Eyes Page #7

Okay?

Bring me a copy of that goddamn

law that brought us here.

No.

I will not.

This is unbelievable.

Have you no conscience?

More than you have sweetheart.

And now you're gonna

pay for your gross

disrespect for human rights.

There has to be something

you can do to help us.

Each of us has

a lot to live for!

But why save someone anyway?

If we all supposed to

repentant killers why?

Yeah I second that question.

The designers of this law

favor the Biblical law

of an eye for an eye.

The hope was that you as a group

could see the justice

in your own execution.

And as one final act of goodness

show some mercy

to someone who would

never repeat his crime.

You get it?

But it looks like

this group doesn't

grasp the concept of mercy.

But there is a plan B.

So please go back to your

table and think deeply

about what you did that none

of you have confessed to.

Then maybe

we can have a conversation.

Victoria was right,

this is about mercy.

And death.

It is said that confession

is good for the soul.

Let's say we have playback boys.

Okay boys.

I encourage all of you

to be as thorough

and as honest as you can be.

Because that is the criteria

in which

you will all be judged by.

Who would like to go first?

Okay Jeffrey.

Okay remember,

we have undisputable

proof of all your crimes.

I guess Harry didn't see

the drone above him?

I guess Harry thought

he got away with it.

Our committee

had no problem deciding

what to do with Harry.

He was killed as an example.

Another example is Robby.

Robby wasn't just

a degenerate gambler.

He was into running drugs for a

fairly large syndicate

who was suspicious

that he was skimming money.

Feds bugged his house.

The DNA backed up his story.

Looks like Robby was honest.

And that would have

put him in the running.

But he's dead now.

Okay Jeffrey, what's your story?

Just remember to give me

as much detail

as possible because

your life could depend on it.

I killed my mom and dad.

Why?

Why the f*** not?

There was a bank

transfer to your account.

Yeah.

Yeah my dad won 50 grand in Keno

and wouldn't give me

20 f***ing dollars.

I took the f***ing money.

How'd you kill them?

Easily.

And then you

disposed of the bodies?

You couldn't have found them.

Nobody could have

f***ing found them.

I guess there

is no other family members

left to worry about then?

Yeah, I was still cashing

their social security checks.

Had it f***ing made.

Up until Gloria.

No.

Is that why

you killed Gloria?

No okay, that wasn't

my f***ing fault!

Jeffrey, is

that why you killed Gloria?

No, f*** you!

That wasn't my fault!

F*** you!

Jeffrey don't

do it, don't do it no!

Lock this damn door!

You people

are a difficult group.

Okay, who wants to go next?

Victoria.

Let me just say,

that Jeffrey wouldn't

have been chosen by our program.

He left out quite a bit

of detail about his story.

Including the death of

his younger brother.

His younger brother?

Do you people really know

these so called details

or are you just bluffing?

I took you for being a lot

smarter than that Jaclyn.

The nickname of our

program is The Eyes Of God.

You can't even imagine how

far technology has taken us.

Know what I mean?

Victoria, come on.

Tell us the truth.

I wanna hear it.

Right?

We all wanna hear it.

First of all I have

to be honest and say,

I don't regret killing Val.

He also cut me

across my stomach,

my buttock, and took my nipples.

He tortured me for the rights

to my movie residuals

because Johnny

had producer backed by the mob

that I was getting

too much money.

You turned him in

Yes.

Of course Johnny gave

him an airtight alibi.

So you took your revenge?

Damn right!

Motherf***er deserved it.

I followed him

and then one night

I ran over his ass.

I tied him

to the back of my car,

dragged him,

and took him into the woods.

I burned his body up good.

No one knew a thing.

The FBI knew.

We tied it in

with the police report

you made against Val.

He got what he deserved.

I got nothing else to say.

Do what you want with me.

You sure about that?

What?

What about

his one month old son?

He had a son?

What about it?

The surveillance tape revealed

there was a baby boy

under the car.

I guess you never saw him.

They didn't care

about the mobster.

The baby boy

was buried as a John Doe.

Something more

you wanna tell me?

There's a baby

on the side of the road.

He's not breathing.

I don't know, somewhere.

There's a run down gas station.

Please come quickly,

he's not breathing.

Voice recognition

of the 911 call

reveals it was you Victoria.

I heard something come

up from under the car.

I couldn't imagine.

I couldn't imagine what it was.

Why didn't you tell us?

How could anybody

admit to such a thing?

My life's over.

I believe so.

Peter Stanford was one

of my freshman students.

He came to me shortly

after class had started

and threatened

to expose me if I didn't

pay him a great deal of money.

So I killed him.

Do you think the Dean's

gonna like it

when I go tell him about you?!

I bet he's not gonna like that!

You son of a b*tch!

I will kill you!

Yeah?

I will f***ing kill

you right now!

I strangled him

in the parking lot.

I took his wallet and his watch.

The next day

they concluded

that he'd been the victim

of a mugging gone wrong.

Why?

What did he have on you?

Why should I

have to tell you that?

I've already

confessed killing him.

The motive

is important for the

completeness of your confession.

We need it for our records.

Alright.

I had sex with Peter

when he was 10.

How many boys

did you have sex with?

My turn

Be my guest.

You do realize this is

double jeopardy for me?

I was tried and completely

exonerated of this crime.

What crime are you

talking about Jaclyn?

Okay.

You already know.

Let me remind you,

we don't care

about your rights here.

You're here to pay a

price for what you did.

Alright?

And your only chance is

to confess to the crimes.

Take it or leave it.

Okay.

What the hell.

Three years ago I was

contacted by a lottery winner

to oversee his winnings.

He had two sons.

His wife had passed but

no other living relatives.

After we became friends,

he asked me

to be in line as a beneficiary

after his kids.

He wanted me

to oversee the giving

of his money

to certain charities,

if it came to that.

People should never sign

things they don't read.

What happened then?

I had a real estate deal

go bad.

And I was being sued.

I lost everything and I

was about to lose my house.

I had already moved John's

money to the Cayman islands

in an account he and I

could both sign off on.

And?

And what?!

I've already

been tried for this.

I told you Jaclyn,

I don't care.

This is life or death here.

Ask your friends.

Harry, Robby, Jeffrey.

Okay.

Dammit!

They had a lake house

in Delaware

they went to on weekends.

I showed up one evening.

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