Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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