Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes, Daddy. - Mm-hm. Take Mr. Armstrong's glass.
- Reason? What reasons? - It's my turn now.
- Aah! No! Paul! - Easy!
You all right there, Armstrong?
Sorry, J.T.
Let's shake up that cage a little bit, son!
You may think I'm an impotent prisoner, handcuffed...
...trying to find that knife. And we know this place.
Mr. Armstrong?
I don't follow you.
And a doctor is a god. You know that.
Well, good for you.
Yeah, a little blond girl down in Ochopee.
My star witness, the arresting officer.
- Bobby Earl. - Bobby Earl.
That's the lot?
...the victim had the electrodes removed from his head after 15 seconds.
Don't try to hit nothing. Just point and squeeze.
- Yes. - I'm Detective Wilcox.
...hallowed be thy name.
So I want you to sleep with Mommy.
Ecclesiastes 11:1.
So far.
Oh, I'd love to, but I can't. I made other plans.
...Harvard professor of law...
He's out there. I don't know if he's gonna come back.
- Just step down. - I hope this is good, whatever it is.
And he says, "You must be the sorriest fuck in this unit. "
That's the real world?
I know.
Look, Armstrong, you and I both know it wasn't a textbook confession, all right?
- I didn't- I- - Why not?
I can get there by myself.
Come on.
...he gets sloppy.
- Where is he? - Hurry.
...and there ain't nobody that can hear you scream for help...
- He's here? - Yes.
I thought you might be interested in recovering the knife.
...that the rape was pre-mortem, some of the cuts too.
Well, it's a long story.
Tell me, what is your policy on taking guns into the interrogation room?
Listen, it's 25 years since I practiced law.
- He did it, goddamn it! - Whoa! Come on, J.T. Leave him alone.
Why won't you talk to me?
I tell you something else.
You have a nice day now.
Oh, um...
Well, lookie here.
Winterglade.
Yeah, I'd expect he would be holding it together.
They're almost identical.
See, Tanny's a nigga who likes being a big fish-
- I'm sorry. - You're sorry?
I checked it with the duty sergeant.
He'll be back in a few minutes. Would you care for some iced tea?
Down here, if the chief head-banger takes a dislike to you...
Right there in the Glades.
- Yep. - Paul, I think you missed your true calling.
...poking, digging and dragging through all you see here...
They castrated me. You feel that?
In closing, professor...
I'd sooner go to hell than into another courtroom.
No, Laurie, you want me to make it right for you.
He needs a lawyer...
...I knew Robert Earl was bad news first time I ever laid eyes on him.
He's out there somewhere. Get Katie out of here. Hurry, quick.
- Daddy, I'm too old for that. - It's not for you, it's for her.
That day it was about 10 after 3.
...the judge should've just thrown it out of court.
- You were Bobby Earl's con. And he had his reasons.
I said, "You'll have to plead guilty, take a 25-year hit.
Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Armstrong.
No, I can't come back tonight.
You didn't take it out? Point it at Bobby Earl?
Big-time sloppy.
Yes. Go on.
Oh, it's not you that I want, professor. Is it, Laurie?
Mm. This is a long way.
What did old Bobby Earl tell you?
On, no, I left him. Angus.
Please.
KATIE: Hi, Grandpa. LAURIE: Mom.
Doing her was like carving up...
Well, I didn't need to, once he confessed.