Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, I like them lightning bolts, though.
You're fishing, Armstrong. There's nothing out here.
Can you imagine what it'd be like for me around here if I'd gotten him acquitted?
Oh, yeah, you're really onto something now, Armstrong.
Oh, "asshole," is it? "Asshole"?
You afraid to die?
Nothing further.
Where the hell is Wilcox?
Found a day later, raped and cut up in the Glades.
Everything before that is still on microfiche.
Acquitted or thrown out of court?
No.
Once, twice or what?
That's a culvert. They run under the roads. Keep them from washing away.
Don't fuck with me, Armstrong. Sullivan is dead.
I find that a naive statement, counselor.
Tells me her grandson's on death row down in Florida.
Well, I'm in better shape than you are.
And how is Libby's health these days?
I can hear him, professor, I can hear him every night.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, no. - Paul, I-
Got away with what?
Hmm.
Yes.
- Hello. - Well, well, well.
No, we gotta get back. I'm behind on my caseload. Paul, you've got classes.
So the cuts on his hand could have been from the beating. No?
I want you to stay on his tail. Don't jump that rabbit until I give you the green light.
Why don't you check it out? Everglade County was your neck of woods.
Something important.
Do you think if I'd gotten physical with old Bobby Earl...
...if Bobby Earl was a 6'4" golden-haired Caucasian...
Hello?
I'm afraid, in fact, I'm gonna have to leave now.
Now, they've got black cops to torment your black ass.
Scream! Scream!
- Get the fuck up. - Ugh.
...who just quarterbacked Florida State past Miami, 62-0 in the Cotton Bowl.
Yeah. I'm fine.
Ha-ha-ha. "Holding it together. "
Go wash up for supper. Lena, is supper ready?
No, but, uh, if it is the murder weapon...
This time the electricity flowed for four minutes.
Motion to suppress a confession, denied.
His confession was coerced.
I know I wouldn't.
- Who's "we"? - I'll tell you when you get here.
Three cars.
Can we have some more popcorn, please.
When did the police show you the car for identification?
You take a look around you, Mr. Armstrong. You take a look at where you are.
How about a phone book?
I once was lost
Where is it?
...he wouldn't be wearing my anger all over him at that arraignment?
What we're dealing with here is just a predisposition for an appetite.
Armstrong, you're a goddamn fool.
Joanie Shriver?
- Mm-hm. - Half-hour in, I ask about his mother.
She take care of my kids, man. They don't let me make phone calls.
Hmm.
Hey, Mr. Phil.
- Congratulations, professor. - Sullivan?
- Everybody in town. - I still don't hear any evidence.
He said, if you turn me down...
Katie, are you packed?
I'm only trying to get at what happened.
There you go.
Look, Armstrong...
Convince me that Bobby Earl deserves to die.
You're fishing.
The man's an idiot.
You inhuman bastard! You cannot cheat me of this!
Ohh...
And what was the result?