Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And they wanted their revenge.
Enough.
- What fucking news? - That his parents were still alive and well.
...at least 23 innocent men...
No, it's my turn now! Come on.
Youngest assistant DA, 1960-69.
Well, fair enough.
...sodomize and kill her?
Why don't you go back to being a lawyer?
That's right.
- No. - Yeah.
KATIE: Mom, can we sleep outside tonight?
Usual rap sheet: misdemeanors, history of drug use.
Thank you so much.
Really?
- Yeah, Daddy will bring it out. - Thank you.
Side.
Professor? Listen up.
No food, no water, no sleep. No bathroom.
She's a pretty thing.
- You a killer too? - Me?
My confession? I was slapped. I was punched.
So tell me...
They just hate long stories about how you messed up their vehicles.
No, Paul. It was more than that.
They said they forgive you and they'll remember you in their prayers.
I tried, sir. Truly, I tried.
- I'll have you locked up. - Too close to the victim.
What you think, man?
- You have a safe trip. - Bobby Earl.
The police? No, they didn't. They just showed me a photo.
Yeah.
Like crabs in a bucket, black or white.
How'd you get this number?
Anything I can do?
No, sir.
What are you talking about?
And now, from the bounty of the Lord...
How sweet the sound
- This is Paul Armstrong. My son-in-law. - Delores.
...in Dade County a year prior to his arrest for Joanie Shriver's murder?
- Uh, I'd like to thank- - Your attorney.
He's all yours.
Yeah, for who? Me or the bad guys?
Sure you know the governor signed my death warrant.
- Come on. - Miss Evangeline.
...but I've been real busy getting ready to die.
Miss Conklin, may I ask you one last question?
That is what you've came down here for, isn't it?
That way we won't jeopardize my legal position.
Oh, God.
No, no, don't get Mommy just yet.
- You inhuman bastard! - Liar!
We played you like a tune! It ain't over yet!
You got to take Jesus into your heart right away, because you never know.
A neighbor on the row who's in for killing a little girl.
She was the prosecutor on Robert Earl's kidnap trial in Dade. Ring any bells?
Goddamn you, Armstrong. You got a lot of explaining to do.
Want you to meet Joanie Shriver, Mr. Armstrong.
...back there at the intersection near her house.
- We had a confession. - If that's a confession...
You didn't stick it in his mouth and play some Russian roulette?
- Yes. J.T. Wilcox. - That's right.
Why? Because he lost a scholarship and spent an extra night in prison?
- ... why didn't you challenge it? - Yes.
Stop it!
You're a real hard case, Armstrong. You know that?
I was hot for it. Thought I had the case locked tight.
...to come all the way from Harvard just to give me his time. "
You smack dab in the middle of hell.
- Sweetie, come in, quick. - Get in the car.
He calls me his last victim.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and began gasping for air...
You should see your face, Armstrong. Ha, ha.
...who did you mean by "we"?
Would you mind picking that up?