True Crime Page #6

Maybe you're right.

Maybe you're right, Bob.

How'd you find out?

She told me.

She told you?

She saved your cigarette butts

in an ashtray by the side of the bed.

Her way of letting me know.

I guess that's all I was, a way of

getting your attention.

If it helps any, I feel awful.

It doesn't help.

That is so beautiful, sweetheart.

I'll keep it with me always.

I promise you.

Can we come back tomorrow?

Can we stay at the motel again?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow you and Mama get to go home.

I don't want to go home.

I want to stay with you.

Come on, sweetie.

You're a big girl now.

You know what's

going on here, don't you?

Now, you know, after today...

...you won't see Daddy no more.

But I will be there in spirit.

I promise.

You can talk to me

whenever you want, all right?

Remember what we talked about,

the little baby Jesus?

Remember that?

Well, I will be up there with Him.

And I will be watching you.

And I'll wait for you.

And if you want to talk to me anytime,

I will be there...

...listening.

I'll miss you so bad, honey.

I wrote you a letter.

And your mama will have it...

...when you need it later on, okay?

You go on now.

Gail, you want to take these, honey?

Take these, okay?

Come on. It's time.

I love you.

I'll always love you, Gail.

Okay?

Why can't you just come home?

Why can't you just kill

all these people and come home?

Don't say that, Gail.

Don't ever say that, okay?

Don't ever say that.

I love you, baby!

I'll always love you.

Goodbye, Daddy!

Goodbye!

Oh, God!

It's too much.

She loves you. I know, honey.

Remind me not to start

a life of crime.

They lie, you know?

- Who's that?

- Prisoners.

That's what they do.

Every word they say is a lie.

Well, everyone lies, pal.

I'm just here to write it down.

You've got 15 minutes, Mr. Everett...

...by order of Warden Plunkitt.

Keep to 15 minutes.

Mr. Everett, Frank Beechum.

All right, have a seat.

I got them.

So how's that girl?

The other, Michelle?

I heard she was in

some kind of accident?

Yeah, she was.

She was in a car wreck.

She didn't make it.

Oh, man.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thanks.

I guess you want to hear...

...about how it feels to be in here.

Yeah, it's a human-interest piece.

I feel isolated.

I feel fear.

Fear of pain.

Fear of prison.

Fear of being separated

from my loved ones.

All those fears rolled up into one.

Never having a chance to see

my daughter draw pictures like this.

She says it's Green Pastures.

I want to tell everyone that...

...I believe in Jesus Christ,

our Lord and Savior.

I believe I'm going to a better place.

And there's a better place,

better justice there.

I came into my faith...

...late in life.

Did a lot of bad things

when I was younger. You know?

Anyway...

...I believe the crookeds will

be made straight.

That's what the Bible says.

I believe that.

So that's how I feel about it.

Is that all right, Mr. Everett?

You got nine more minutes.

I mean, is there any more

that you want?

Mr. Beechum, you don't know me.

I'm just a guy out there

with a screw loose.

Frankly, I don't give a rat's ass

about Jesus Christ...

...and I don't care about

justice in this world or the next.

I don't even care what's right or wrong.

Never have.

But you know what this is?

What is this, some kind of joke?

No, it's no joke.

That's my nose.

To tell you the pitiful truth,

that's all I have in life.

When it tells me something stinks...

...I have faith in it,

like you have faith in Jesus.

When my nose is working well,

I know there's truth there somewhere.

But if it isn't working...

...you may as well drive me off a cliff.

I'm nothing.

Lately...

...I'm not 100/ sure...

...my nose has been working that great.

So I've got to ask you...

...did you kill that woman or not?

What?

What happened at that store that day

Amy Wilson was shot?

I went into the store to buy

a bottle of A-1 Sauce.

You paid at the counter...

No, I never got it.

I told everybody this.

Why are you asking me this?

Tell it again. To me.

I went into the store...

...to buy a bottle of A-1 Sauce.

I didn't know where it was.

Amy was behind the counter.

Hey, Amy.

Where you keep the steak sauce?

It's in the back. See where the

ketchup and relish is?

I've been meaning to talk to you.

I don't have it.

I mean I could give you 30 now,

but I don't have it all.

When can you give me the whole 96?

When I get paid, July 15th.

You're not gonna always do this,

are you?

No, I swear. It's just, the end of

school year. We have extra expenses.

All right, then.

July 15th?

July 15th.

Mind if I use the bathroom?

You know where it is, right?

So you weren't mad about the money?

I just wanted her to know I didn't

do business that way.

She was cool. I liked her.

Were you carrying a gun?

So then what?

I asked her, could I use her restroom.

I went in to use the restroom,

and the next thing I know...

...there was a gunshot.

That's all you got?

It's the Fourth of July

and we're not that busy.

- Give me the chain!

- Not that!

Give me the f***ing chain!

Oh, God. Amy!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, God!

Sweet Jesus!

Can you breathe, Amy?

Somebody help us!

Anybody here?

Help!

- "Please, not that."

- That's what I heard.

Why'd you run?

It was stupid. But I've been

running from something most of my life.

There I was, covered in blood

next to a dead girl...

...a white man staring at me

like I was... I just panicked.

- Who shot her?

- I don't know.

Did Porterhouse see the gun?

- You got five minutes.

- Wasn't no gun!

Did he see the shooter?

How would I know?

Of course he didn't.

By the time he pulled in the lot,

the shooter had left.

That's why he didn't hear the shots.

I don't know when anything happened.

That's because you were on the floor

trying to save Amy's life.

What was this, a random shooting?

Or was someone else there?

I don't know.

I didn't see anything.

Give me something!

What do you want?

What do you people want?

That's it.

You believe us, don't you?

Do you believe us?

- Bonnie, don't.

- Do you believe us?

Yes! I believe you.

For chrissake!

Where's your heart?

Don't these people have enough?

Then where were you?

Dear God! Where were you

all this time?

It wasn't my story.

There was an accident...

Where were you?

Everett?

Warden.

You know, people come

in here, the press.

Prisoners tell them things.

All kind of heart-wrenching things.

And the next day in the paper,

we come off sounding like hard guys.

It can get pretty frustrating, is all.

Yeah, of course.

We have to do what

the state tells us to do.

Makes it tough on us...

...if we show up in the paper

as bloody murderers.

Yeah, I understand. Completely.

Knew you would.

These things go through all kind

of trials and appeals...

...before they get to us.

No use trying to figure out

who's naughty or nice...

...and then come sliding down the

chimney like a hero.

Not on execution day.

You're not Santa Claus.

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