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The Life of David Gale Page #7
- Zack? It's open.
- What?
- Well, maybe the maid forgot.
- Look.
Well... We gotta call somebody.
Wait.
- What is that?
- I don't know.
This is not good.
- I'm gonna check the bathroom.
- No, no. Bitsey, no.
You wait there.
- Bitsey!
- What? Zack, There could've been prints.
Look.
The lady at reception says that no one asked
for you. All the room keys are different.
- Just she and her husband have masters.
- What'd you tell her?
- That you have a jealous boyfriend.
- Thanks. How about the V.C.R.?
She didn't ask. I think she assumed it had
something to do with why he was jealous.
- You sure we shouldn't call the cops?
- No.
Anyway, whoever got in here
without a key in broad daylight...
not to leave prints.
I have the remote. Here.
- Are you sure you wanna see what's on here?
- No.
- Try three.
- Three.
I hope this isn't what I think it is.
Oh, my God.
- Is it her?
- Yeah, it's her.
- Oh, man.
Geez.
Belyeu said to bring the
He also said you were right
about not calling the police.
You gonna be all right?
No.
He deserves it though, probably. There's
a lot of sick people in this world.
And if they done wrong
and they're found guilty...
All right. Let's just say
Gale's telling the truth.
Maybe some right-wing f*** set him
up, arranged the perfect murder.
Why would you send a magazine journalist
proof a few hours before you've won?
- It does not make sense.
- No. It's perfect.
Whoever this is knows how hard
it is to get a retrial in Texas.
They know the magazine can't give this
any substantial play before the execution.
We'd have to give it to a daily
or a network. That won't happen.
- But mostly, they know I'll tell Gale today.
- So?
What if Constance's murder was
just a means of getting at Gale...
not only to get rid of him, but
to make abolishionists look crazy?
Of course he sympathizes
with murderers. He is one.
They make sure he sits
for a brutal rape and murder,
then they let him die...
remember him with disgust.
They destroy his life,
his work, his memory...
- and they make him watch.
- That's a lot of hate.
- Well, then why release it?
- Hate's no fun if you keep it to yourself.
Whoa. We got company.
- The cowboy?
- Mm-hmm.
And doing a lousy job of hiding.
Oh, he must think we're idiots.
- Is he gaining?
- No. He's just sitting back there.
- Ohh. He's turned off.
- God, I'm sorry.
What does this guy want?
Fine. And, uh, Bobbi, could you make
a quick copy of that videotape...
and bring in Miss Bloom's
original when that's done?
- I don't blame you for not watching that twice.
- I couldn't sleep afterwards.
I understand. I tell folks I'm no
more afraid of the Grim Reaper...
than I am of a Presbyterian
on Mother's Day, but, uh...
watching that tape, well, uh...
I had to keep telling myself that's
not Constance just to get through.
Unfortunately, others
may argue the same.
But it's in her kitchen, in her house.
Currently home to
Weirdos, Incorporated.
Arguably, that tape could have been made by
anybody with $20 and a tolerance for vulgarity.
- Will it get us a postponement?
- Us?
This ain't my first rodeo, Miss Bloom.
Now, I got to tell you that
there's a machine a-runnin'
And come tomorrow night at 6:00,
that machine gonna wanna be fed.
- All here, Mr. Belyeu.
- Thank you, Aaron.
Now, to add to our troubles, your own
credibility may come into question.
- Why?
- Well, you've been fraternizing with the condemned.
- I've been what?
- He's the most likely candidate to have put you onto that tape.
He's a persuasive man, you an out-of-state
woman. That don't look so good.
Mr. Belyeu, someone
put the tape in my room.
That's a fact for which
we have no evidence.
- Thank you, Bobbi.
- Thanks.
Let's not throw a pity party
Could be we find a sympathetic judge.
- I'll file within the hour. You goin' over to see Gale?
- Yeah.
Fine. I'll give you a call over
to the motel later with an update.
My coat. Shoot.
- What? Who?
- Did you see him? The cowboy.
- He was here?
- He's in the lobby.
Go see if his truck's out front.
Tail him, get a license number.
Find out who he is. Don't
screw this up. It's important.
- How are you gonna get to the prison?
- Taxi.
F***! F***! F***!
I don't think you're being straight
with me. I walk out of Belyeu's office...
- the guy's in the lobby.
- Maybe you should just calm down.
Visitor, please stay seated.
Maybe you should sit down.
His name is Dusty Wright. He's the local
DeathWatch director before Constance.
He's a bullhorner.
He's a zealot who thinks that a good
demonstration has to end with riots and arrests.
DeathWatch fired him because
he punched somebody at a rally.
But Constance kept him in the
organization. He adored her.
They were close. Real close.
He testified at my trial.
Testified to support you or
- Against you?
- He testified about the drinking.
Alcohol is a mitigating
factor in capital cases.
he did it in some sick way...
to try to help me get
a reduced sentenced.
I guess he believes
Dusty's a man easily blinded by hatred.
Maybe he hated you because
you were seeing Constance.
I wasn't seeing Constance.
She had your semen inside her.
I know. Look, it's just... It's a
little more complicated than that.
Respect for life means every life.!
Respect for life means every life.!
Respect for life means every life!
Respect for life means every life!
Respect for life means every life!
Respect for life means every life!
When you kill someone,
you rob their family.
Not just of a loved one
but of their humanity.
You harden their hearts with hate.
You take away their capacity
for civilized dispassion.
You condemn them to blood lust.
It's a cruel and horrible thing.
- But indulging that
hate will never help.
The damage is done.
And once we've had our pound
of flesh, we're still hungry.
We leave the death house muttering...
just too good for them.
In the end, a civilized society...
must live with a hard truth.
He who seeks revenge digs two graves.
They're bringing
Betty Sue's people out.
Thank you, Dusty.
Just look. Look at those losers.
Rednecks, ghetto hustlers,
drug addicts, schizophrenics.
They're murderers, and
who cares if they die?
Who cares if the cycle, if it
just goes on and on and on and on?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Hey, did you make it
to your meeting today?
Yeah. I think I have to
find one less guru-like.
- Did you take your,
uh, medicine? - Mm-hmm.
Feel better?
- Mm
-hmm.
You know those stages of Kubler-Ross?
The ones the dying go through?
Um, anger...
denial...
bargaining...
uh...
- Depression.
- Depression, acceptance.
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