Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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