- I read the transcript. - Well, let me tell you this:

Then how did I know where to look for it?

I want you to help him get his life back.

"Victim was white. I am black. Held without food or water. "

Even if I did, how would you know to believe me?

I said, "You'll have to plead guilty, take a 25-year hit.

...I was to go to Princeton, New Jersey and find Mr. Harry Gilyard.

I was working in juvenile detention center this morning with this kid, Carlos.

Were it not for Libby, I could well be photo op number four.

Look, Armstrong, you and I both know it wasn't a textbook confession, all right?

That was bullshit. I took some white girl for a ride in my car.

Let me tell you a few things, Armstrong. One, I am filled with power.

I remember how we used to talk about opening up a pet shop together.

Look, I'm way out of my jurisdiction here. I need to call for backup.

...locked in a cell each night and day, but I am filled with a strength...

He couldn't stand to see me free, living the good life, so I killed the fucker.

Now, what I need to know from you is how do you want to die, first or last?