All language subtitles for A Fancy Piece Of Homicide2017

(tense atmospheric music)

- [Man] Out here,
let me tell you.

I’ve got the official news
bulletin that they’ve set down

to find here, listen to
this, okay, here we go.

(clearing throat)

The investigation of city
and police leaders stem from

the allegations...

- [Thomas Voiceover]
The past never dies.

It hibernates in the
deep caves of our minds

waiting to resurface.

The sound of an old song
or a familiar voice.

The sight of a face
or a special setting.

Sometimes we seek out
the past in an attempt

to relive the moment.

Sometimes not.

Sometimes the past comes
sliding under the front door,

a wake up call.

(low thudding)

I once killed a man.

Or at least that’s
how the story goes.

- In 1985, 49 year old,

Thomas Anderson, was arrested
and charged in the killing

of small business owner,
51-year-old, Arthur Lovell.

When confronted
with the possibility

of receiving life imprisonment,

Anderson entered
into an Alford plea,

which maintained his
claim of innocence.

The plea resulted in a
20-year prison sentence.

However, he was able
to withdraw the plea

(typewriter clacking)

after discovering the state
had withheld vital evidence

found while investigating
the killing.

Years would pass with
Anderson behind bars

as litigation continued.

He was finally released with
little to no progress made

in clearing his name.

Tonight, Mr. Thomas
Anderson joins us

to discuss his upcoming memoir.

(tense atmospheric music)

- After an hour-long interview,

I needed a drink.

So I went to my second
home across town.

There.

Now is it possible to get
the coin into the glass

without touching
anything at all?

Can’t hit the bar, can’t
try to shake the ground.

- I don’t know.

- Oh come on.

- I give up.

Those fucking cops.

I know I ain’t gotta tell you.

This Sullivan guy’s
got some balls though.

- They say a truth
told with bad intent

can beat all the lies
you could ever invent.

- [Fred] By they you
mean William Blake?

- By they I mean William Blake.

- Oh I got one
from the other day.

"Whatever satisfies
the soul is truth."

- Walt Whitman.

- Walt Whitman’s a
bad motherfucker.

- That’s one way of putting it.

You love Walt Whitman, you
love reading newspapers,

you’re a dying breed.

How about one more?

You can’t spring
for a fresh glass?

- I can’t keep up with all
the dirty ones you produce.

- You got any matches?

- May I?

(blowing)

(coin clinking)

You a poet?

- Poet, no, no.

I’m nothing.

- [Fred] He’s retired.

And a smart ass.

- Retired what?

- Beer drinker.

- I heard there’s good
buck in that these days.

- If there is I’ve
yet to find it.

- Put that one on me.

Fred, right?

- Yeah.

- Keep this up you’ll be
best man at my wedding.

- What are you
really retired from?

- [Thomas] US steel.

- You don’t seem
like a steel worker.

- I was in safety management.

- Do you know Terry Cales?

He’s a friend of mine.

Worked in the offices.

- I was a private investigator.

- I read an article
about you in the paper.

Didn’t I?

- I dunno, did you?

- [Don] You’re
writing that book.

- Something like that.

- [Don] Thomas, Thomas.

- Anderson.

- Anderson, Thomas Anderson.

I’m Don.

- Don?

Thanks for the drink.

- So is the book finished?

- Not quite.

But it’s coming
one way or another.

- [Don] I read that article,

I thought it was just amazing.

- Just what is it
that you do, Don?

- I’m in sales.

- A salesman?

- Yeah.

- What do you sale?

- Lot of different
things over the years.

Right now it’s
industrial vacuums

for heating and cooling systems.

- That sounds exciting.

- Not really.

- I was joking, Don.

- Can I get you another one?

- No, no.

I’m gonna owe you one.

- Oh, I’m fine.

I really should be
getting going, I...

- Wet Don’s whistle for me, eh?

- Thanks.

- You’re welcome.

See what we got.

- You have any kids?

- What’s that?

- You have any children?

- No children, no.

You?

- Son.

We don’t talk much though.

- Must be tough.

- Sometimes.

You married?

- Never got around to it.

How about you?

- I was, she passed
away a few years ago.

- I’m sorry.

What is it they say?

Better to have loved and lost

then never to have loved at all.

What was her name?

- Diane.

- [Thomas] Here’s to Diane.

- Six letter word for
Aristotle’s principle of four.

- [Thomas] Principle of four?

- Yeah, six letters.

- I can’t remember, did
you say you live close by?

- You know what makes a
good drinking buddy, Don?

- What?

- A man who can enjoy
the silence of the drink.

And the burn.

Thursday, poker.

I’m bringing someone so
we shouldn’t need a fifth.

- Okay.

- Oh, keep it.

- [Thomas] Goodnight Don.

- Goodnight.

- [Thomas] I don’t
think I’m cynical.

- You make me not
wanna get out of bed.

You’re like a hangover
on a winter morning.

- I seem to have that
effect on people.

- You did well, you had
no reason to be nervous.

- [Thomas] Sweetheart,
I wasn’t nervous.

Those goddamn lights
made me sweat like a pig.

- I don’t even notice anymore.

- When do you think it will air?

- [Mira] Monday night.

Better get that book finished.

- Yeah.

- It’s almost bedtime for me.

I’m interviewing Daniel
Sullivan in the morning.

We’re gonna combine
your interviews

into one big piece.

- [Thomas] Gonna fix
everything in one night, huh?

- What we’re doing here
is making a difference.

I’ll be in touch, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

I first met Mira six months ago.

She wanted to interview
me for a new piece

she was doing for the
local news channel.

At first I said no,
but she was persistent.

She was ambitious and naive

to a fault about the world.

But she also inspired me.

(sirens wailing in distance)

- What do you say, Donny boy?

Following me, Don?

- I was, but I wanted
to speak with you.

- [Thomas] That’s what
we’re doing right now.

- In private.

- In private?

- [Don] Yeah.

- Yeah, all right.

Want a drink?

- No thank you.

- Bullshit.

You’re gonna talk
to me in private,

you’re gonna do it with
a drink in your hand.

Go get yourself a glass.

- I need help.

- There are clean
glasses in the cupboard.

- No, I mean from
a professional.

- [Thomas] Yeah,
what kind of help?

- I’d like to hire you.

- Hire me to what?

- You know, as a
private investigator.

- I’m 75 years old.

- Do private eyes
really ever retire?

- You mean you don’t see 401K

written all over this place?

- I just need some answers.

- Why don’t you tell me
what your problem is?

- I’m not really
sure there is one.

- I don’t follow.

- Look, I’d pay
you for your time.

Money is really not an issue.

- You think I need your money?

- No, you obviously have

your 401K to fall back on.

- Just tell me what you want.

- I don’t want to alarm you.

That’s not my intention.

(tense atmospheric music)

- What the hell is this?

- I was hoping you’d
have some answers for me.

- Who are you?

- My name is Donald Altman.

- Why don’t I feel like
that answers my question?

- That was left in my
mailbox last month.

No note, no envelope,
only the picture.

- I’m listening.

- That’s it, I’m just
as confused as you are.

It’s only pure luck
that I found you.

- How did you find me?

- The newspaper article.

Interview was
conducted at the bar,

I figured eventually
I’d run into you.

- And so you have.

- Aren’t you curious?

- I’m bursting at the seams.

But I’ve done too much

digging in my lifetime.

My back and legs
can’t take it anymore.

- So you didn’t
leave the photograph?

- [Thomas] What exactly is
it that you want me to do?

- You just did it.

I’m sorry to have
taken up your time.

- Wait a minute!

You have no idea who left this?

- I don’t.

(door opening and closing)

- [Editor] How’s your
coffee, more sugar?

- Oh, no thanks.

I’m not much of a coffee
drinker to tell you the truth.

- Oh well how about
something else.

Water?

- No.

Thanks.

- Well I have to
tell you, Thomas,

we really love the sample
chapters that you submitted.

- I’m glad.

- I would however
recommend switching over

to a computer though.

I mean with typewriters I
can tell you horror stories

of writers who’ve
lost original works.

- Yeah.

It may be time to update.

(chuckling)

- [Editor] But it’s
still very poignant,

very intense stuff and we’re

hoping for more of the same.

- I think you’ll like
what’s still to come.

(tense atmospheric music)

- It airs Monday.

Yeah.

We’re gonna have dinner
together and watch it.

There’s Thomas now.

So we’ll see you Monday
then, around six, okay?

Okay, bye.

Hello.

- Was that your brother?

- Yeah, he and Wendy are coming

over for dinner on Monday.

- Told ya I didn’t want to
make a big deal out of it.

- [Margaret] It’s no big deal,

just a couple of
friends having dinner.

Well?

What’d they say?

- I think we have a deal.

- [Margaret] Congratulations!

- Thank you, thank
you, thank you.

- [Margaret] Are you excited?

- Yeah.

Well yes, yes, I’m excited!

- [Margaret] So what
do you wanna do?

- I dunno, I dunno.

- Here’s more of that stripy...

- Ooh, ooh.

- And you can’t even,

let me see the picture.

- Wait a minute now,
I’m busy over here.

- Watch, watch, watch.

- Ooh look at us.

- Okay, all right, okay.

- One more.

- Making it work.

Shoving it in there.

- Whoops, wrong.

- Nope.

- Oh well.

- Wait a minute.

- One can’t be
right all the time.

- You got the left
angle thing there.

(sighing)

- That’s why one has wine.

- What’s this?

More wine?

- Please.

- [Margaret] I wonder
what’s on next.

- I wanna show you something.

- What?

Oh my god.

So you actually were young once.

(laughing)

- [Thomas] Yeah,
once upon a time.

- You look like a lot of fun.

- Fun?

- Mm-hmm.

- You see fun in a portrait?

- You see that’s what
I’m talking about.

- What?

- You never let your guard down.

It’s always like you’re on

duty for some imaginary
job somewhere.

Don’t you ever just cut loose?

- Yeah, sometimes.

- You know you really should,

you should hang
out with Bernard.

- Bernard?

- Yeah.

He’s really a lot of fun.

He’d lighten you up.

You know you’ve
been through a lot.

You are allowed to enjoy
life once in a while.

(light piano music)

- What?

- I need a partner.

? Would be a gift to
you that I once gave?

? That it’s okay?

? Not sure?

- Can I ask you something?

- [Thomas] Sure.

- Can you see this as
being part of your life?

- What do you mean?

- Well I mean
we’ve been together

now for a couple of months

and you’re never really here.

I mean your body’s here,

but your mind’s
always elsewhere.

- I’ve been preoccupied with
the book and other stuff.

- I know you’re a
good man, Thomas.

I just hope you let me see it.

- I will.

Listen.

Can we maybe talk
about this later?

- Sure.

- I really have to get going.

- I wanna give you something.

Made it myself.

- Peanut butter?

- It’s good.

- Thank you.

- You call me when
you get home, okay?

You know I worry.

- You worry too much.

- It’s what I do best.

See you Monday then, right?

- Yeah.

- Goodnight.

- [Thomas] Goodnight.

(tense atmospheric music)

(sirens wailing in distance)

(typewriter clacking)

- [Man] Sean from Chaswick.

All right, you’ve got my
ear, buddy, what’ve you got?

- [Sean] I don’t think
you guys recognize

all the good this
police force does.

Whether or not there are bad
apples on the police force,

give these guys the
credit they deserve

for the work that they do.

- [Man] Oh he’s going
there, all right.

Let’s put you back on hold.

Hold one second.

All right fellas, what
do you think of that one?

- [Caller] You gonna take the
good with the bad, of course,

but these days you have to admit

the bad is outweighing the
good by a large margin.

I think this guy’s got
the studio surrounded.

- [Sean] I think
you’re an idiot, sir.

- [DJ] There’s no
need to disrespect

the callers like that.

That’s just a man’s opinion.

However it may be wrong.

I would say it was
definitely wrong.

You know what, this guy’s
mentally challenged,

the guy’s stupid.

Let’s get him off the line.

Let’s get another caller here.

- I just ordered a drink.

There was a game on,

football game I think.

Bartender brings over

my Seagram’s and soda,

whatever I was
drinking, I’m not sure.

He sets my change down on

the bar right in front of me.

Now I’d given him a
100 dollar bill and...

- [Peg] What color was
the bartender’s shirt?

(laughing)

- You shut up?

I’m trying to tell a story.

- [Peg] Here, I’ll give
you $100 to shut up.

- Where did you get $100?

Put that away!

Now I gather up my change

and I happen to notice that
somebody had drawn glasses

on a $20 bill over
Andrew Jackson’s face.

Give the bartender a nice tip,

he’d been treating
me good that night.

I’m starting to
get shitfaced here.

Time goes by, I don’t even
know how many drinks I’ve had

at this point, plus I’m pissed

’cause my team was
losing on the television.

I mean I’d been screaming
profanities at that screen

for three whole hours with this
old guy sitting next to me.

At some point, I looked down

and my money is gone.

How can that be?

Did I spend all that?

Not a chance, no way.

I look over at the bar
in front of the old man,

what do I see?

Four-eyed Andrew Jackson.

Hmm?

Should I confront
him about this?

Yeah, I mean I got
to right, so I do.

- [Margaret] What’d you do?

- All right so I go
now, remember I’m drunk.

I go, "Hey old man, did you
take my money off the bar?"

And he goes, and he’s probably
the only guy in the bar

more drunk than I am.

He goes, "Go fuck your
mother, I got me own money."

I didn’t know whether to
feel threatened or what,

but I get up off
the stool, right.

I get right in his face

and I say, "Old man, I know
that money belongs to me

"because I recognize those
glasses on that face."

He doesn’t say a thing.

He reaches down, he
picks up the bill,

he shoves it in his mouth,

and he starts to chew on it.

- [Margaret] Ew.

- Yeah!

I mean making this
disgusting noise

like some kind of an animal

eating something that’s alive.

This noise like,

(mimics chomping)

And then he swallows it.

And he starts to
laugh this evil laugh

like I’d never heard before.

I mean I didn’t know what to do,

so I hit him in the
back of the head.

Yeah, he flies off the
stool, he hits the ground,

I come around, I jump on
him and I’m wailing on him.

The old man is bleeding,

but he never stops
that awful, evil laugh.

A few guys come around,

they break up the fight,

the bartender threatens
to call the police

and he throws me out,

but not before I get
my money off the bar.

And I put it in my
pocket, head outside.

Now, there’s about a foot

of snow on the ground.

Get in the car, listening
to the rest of the game,

and I’m wondering how
much money I have left.

So I go into my pocket and I
bring out this wad of cash.

Like 160 bucks.

I only brought the hundred
dollar bill to the bar.

- Oh my god!

- I didn’t even
check my own pockets.

- You are a despicable
human being, you really are.

(laughing)

- What was I supposed to do,

give it back after all that?

Hey, I gotta take a pee.

- Want more wine?

- [Peg] Yes, thank you.

- [Margaret] Hey,
did I tell you Karen

came by the other day?

- No, how’s the baby?

- [Margaret] Oh he’s doing well.

He wasn’t with her
though, he’s much better.

- [Peg] The baby was
sick for a while, right?

- Yeah, they had to
take him to the hospital

middle of the night
with an ear infection.

- [Peg] Oh.

- But he’s much better now.

- That’s good.

- What time is it?

It’s almost eight.

It’s gonna be on soon.

- [Peg] Oh!

- Hey let’s go, let’s
just leave everything.

- Officer Sullivan, you
filed a whistleblower lawsuit

against the department early last month.
||||||||||||

In the formal complain, you described
a number of events ||||||||||||

in detail where misconducts
have taken place. ||||||||||||

These documents have not
been made public yet,

so I’ll ask you.

Could you describe to us briefly

what those documents entail?
|||||||||||||

- Um, you name it.
|||||||||||||

I’ve been in the presence of bribes,
kickbacks to dozens ||||||||||||

of city officers from a number of
well-known establishments ||||||||||||

in the city I won’t name now,
|||||||||||||

other officers and city detectives
willingly perjuring ||||||||||||

themselves just to
ensure a conviction.

(pensive atmospheric music)

I mean it’s nothing shocking.

I mean it’s as old as
the profession itself.

I suppose the tipping point
was seeing and hearing

some of those
newer, younger guys.

Such blatant abuses of power.

- [Thomas] Doesn’t seem as
though too much has changed,

does it?

- Is that why you
wrote this book,

to try to change things?

- No.

The truth, in my opinion,

is like a compass.

Help navigate us
through this life.

In the end, truth
is all we have.

That should be known.

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- [Fred] What the hell
is this, peanut butter?

- Margaret told me to give
it to you, you’ll love it,

it’s delicious.

I had a feeling he was
coming in here tonight.

Have you seen this guy before?

- Before last week, never.

But he’s been here
every night since.

- What the hell?

- I’m the bartender,
you’re the private eye.

- Watch my back.

You didn’t leave either of these

and you don’t know who did?

- This was left on my doorstep.

- What the hell is this?

If you know something, you
better tell me right now.

- I’m receiving telephone calls

in the middle of the night.

- Saying what?

- Nothing!

Really.

Person asked for someone
I never heard of,

I tell them they
have the wrong number

and they start cursing at me.

I don’t know if it’s related!

- [Thomas] Who else knows?

- I’ve told no one.

- Are you certain?

- Absolutely.

What about you, does
anyone know about these?

- [Thomas] Of course not.

- What about that bartender?

(tense atmospheric music)

- Hey I’ve known
Fred for 35 years.

I trust that man about
as much as you can trust

any human being.

- [Don] Have you
seen this motel?

- As a matter of fact.

- [Don] You’ve been here before?

- You’ve done your
research on me.

You don’t know the story?

- I’d like to hear it from you.

(sighing)

- I was hired by a woman

who had reason to believe
she had a cheating husband.

Standard investigation.

Followed the husband
to the car wash,

to the grocery store,
to the barber shop,

and I discovered that he was
in fact having many affairs

with men.

Judging by the
number of partners,

I assumed he was working as
a prostitute of some sort.

This was the motel
he was working.

- That’s it?

- No.

In addition, I discovered through
hidden cameras in the home

that the husband
was sexually abusing

the couple’s seven year old son.

I finished my investigation,

presented the evidence to the
wife to do with as she will.

I was arrested for his killing
a short time thereafter.

- [Don] This is the husband?

- Was the husband.

Arthur Lovell.

- Do you think it’s
some sort of threat?

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

A bunch of photographs.

Do you know this man?

- [Don] I don’t think so.

- Well this was a very
productive meeting of the minds.

- How long were you in prison?

- Long enough.

- Sometimes I think about what
prison life would be like.

Having all your
freedom taken away.

- There’s not much
more freedom out here.

- What’d you do
when you got out?

- Look for work for a few years.

Just wasn’t much
business left for me.

- Did you family help?

- I told you I have no family.

Fred over there let
me use a spare room

until I could get
a place of my own.

I had enough money saved
from before, so I made do.

- Do you ever get angry?

- Sure.

But not for the reasons
you might think.

You’d be surprised, Don,

how much freedom there is in
being stripped of everything.

- [Mira] So what’d you think?

- I thought you did great.

You should be proud.

- All I did was
present your stories,

you two did all the work.

You’re like my
Woodward and Bernstein.

- Maybe we’ll sell
some books after all.

- How’s your shopping going?

- Actually we got a deal.

- [Mira] That’s great news.

We should celebrate.

How about coffee?

- How about whiskey?

- [Mira] How about dinner?

- [Thomas] Okay.

- Tomorrow night, Eamel’s
on MacNealy, eight o’clock?

- Eight o’clock sounds good.

- [Mira] I’ll see you then.

- Mira.

- [Mira] Yeah?

- I wanna thank you for giving
me a forum to tell my story.

- Well thank you for being
brave enough to tell it.

(tense atmospheric music)

- You’re the brave one.

- [Mira] I’ll see
you tomorrow night.

- Okay.

- [Mira] Night.

- Goodnight.

(car approaching)

(letter opening)

(low thudding)

- Here’s something
to keep you warm.

- Oh, thank you.

- You’re welcome.

It’s good to see you again.

- Yeah, you too.

- Hey.

- Joe.

You gonna sit down?

How are you?

- I’m well.

- How’s my grandson?

- He’s doing very well.

- What is he now, five, six?

- He just turned eight.

- Eight?

Where’s the time go, eh?

- What brings you by?

- Just checking in.

- We saw you on TV
the other night.

- Oh yeah?

- Sarah did actually.

I took Tommy to the movies.

- What’d you see?

- The Magic Turtle of Munville.

- Oh.

Sounds like a winner.

Where is Tommy?

- He’s at Sarah’s
mother’s house.

She’s been helping
out since Mom died.

Sarah’s been working nights.

You remember Colleen?

- Yeah.

I remember Colleen.

(tense atmospheric music)

Been taking pictures?

- That’s Sarah’s.

She’s taking classes.

(clearing throat)

Do you need anything?

- Like what?

- I wish you had called first.

I could have had
Sarah go shopping,

the cupboards are
bare right now.

- That’s fine.

- So what’s been
going on with you?

- Uh,

not bad.

Bar’s doing well.

Fred says hello.

- How’s the book coming?

- I’m in the home stretch.

- Good.

I know a lot of
people wanna read it.

- Got your Christmas card.

- Sarah sent them out.

- How are things with her?

- Good.

- Everyone’s doing
well then, huh?

- What are those?

- Oh.

- Is that you?

- Yeah.

- [Joe] Jeez.

What year is this from?

- Oh, early ’80s I think.

- You look young.

- Yeah.

- Who took this?

- I don’t remember.

- Where’d you get it from?

- Someone gave it to me.

- What are these?

- Oh nothing,

just some old
pictures, you know.

I don’t wanna hold you up.

Should get going.

- You don’t have to go.

- No I shoulda called first.

Shouldn’t just
show up like this.

- It’s okay, you can stay.

- No I really have to.

Got some running around to do.

I’ll come back.

- Okay.

- I’ll call and set something

up for when Tommy’s here.

- Don’t forget.

- I won’t.

- It was good seeing you.

- Yeah, you too.

(church bells ringing)

(choral singing)

Bless me father
for I have sinned.

It’s been quite a while
since my last confession.

(tense atmospheric music)

My sins.

I took the lord’s name in
vain on several occasions.

I drink a lot.

I don’t even know
if that’s a sin.

I just don’t know
where to start.

I wasn’t a good father.

I wasn’t good at much.

In fact the only thing
I was ever good at

was evading people’s secrets

and pointing out
other people’s flaws.

I’m older now and it’s hard

trying to wipe the slate
clean for yourself.

Most of it is just
under the surface.

Keep looking in the mirror

trying to find
something worthwhile.

It’s not an easy task.

- [Waitress] You ready to order?

- Still waiting for someone.

- [Mira] You’ve
reached Mira Malloy.

Please leave a
message after the tone

and I’ll return your
call as soon as possible.

Thank you and have a nice day.

(beeping)

- You got a lot of balls

standing me up like this.

Anyway, I’ve got a
card game tonight.

Give me a call
when you get home.

Just wanna make sure
you’re all right.

This is Thomas.

Okay, bye.

- [Fred] Where’d you
find this guy at?

- He’s Margaret’s brother.

I promised her.

- I’d like to knock
his teeth out.

- Oh come on, it’s
just this once.

- He gives me a headache.

(chuckling)

- Conversation is the most
fruitful and natural exercise

for our minds.

- A conversation’s a dialogue.

This guy’s all monologue.

Let’s feed him the
fuckin’ peanut butter.

- Hey can I ask you
guys a question?

Who’s Michael?

- He’s the former owner.

We didn’t feel like buying a
new sign, so we kept the name.

Seems to work, huh?

- So you’re part owner then?

- Not really.

I’m just territorial.

- Where are you from, Fred?

- He’s from where
I’m from, Bernard.

- So you guys grew up
together then, huh?

- Yep, we’re from
the same stock.

- Were you a private
investigator too

or were you always tending bar?

- No, I don’t have the
patience that Thomas has.

(chuckling)

- I see.

I raise 20.

- I’m in.

(laughing)

- Another one bites the dust.

So, have you ever done time?

- Have I ever done time?

Fuck’s up with this guy?

- Bernard.

- No problem, I’m just curious.

So you guys have been
friends a long time.

- Fred used to assist me
with cases in the old days,

yes, we’re very good friends.

- Well that’s a good thing.

I mean not many
people have that.

God knows I don’t.

Figure I’ll warm up a little
bit while I’m listening

to the rest of the game.

I go into my pocket, wanna see
how much money I have left.

I bring out this wad of
cash, it’s about $160.

I only brought the hundred
dollar bill to the bar.

(laughing)

(tense atmospheric music)

(typewriter clacking)

(car pulling up)

(screaming)

- [DJ] Hey has anyone
heard anything new

on this whole Sullivan case?

- [Man] Yeah did you see the
TV interview the other day?

He was making all sorts
of crazy allegations.

- [DJ] Oh, the television,

yeah if it’s on TV
it’s real, right?

- [Man] Yeah he was making
some pretty wild accusations.

Makes you wonder if the juice

is gonna be worth the
squeeze on this one.

- [DJ] Juice worth the
squeeze, very nice, very nice.

(typewriter clacking)

For those who don’t know,

this guy Sullivan was
a cop and he’s making

all these allegations that
there was police involved

in doing bad things.

Police doing bad things, I
can imagine that happening

in this city.

Here we have our boys in
blue that should be out

protecting people
in the streets,

but yet they’re rolling
prostitutes, they’re selling drugs.

Where did you get your drugs
last time you bought drugs?

Yeah, I get mine from Uncle Al,

he sells them out of
his own RV in Keysport.

- [Man] Well I usually go
down to the 12th precinct,

they got the best
prices in town.

- I’ve seen you
like this before.

That look in your eyes.

And you’re not gonna
stop until you find

whatever it is
you’re looking for.

What I’m trying to say is maybe,

well sometimes, you’re
better off not knowing

everything there is to know.

For your own sanity.

At the risk of
torturing an old cliche,

you’re too old for this shit.

- Maybe I’ll take up golf.

- Don’t fuckin’ do that.

This ain’t no joke.

- What then?

- I don’t know what.

- I’ve got eyes, I’ve got ears,

I’ve got breath in my lungs.

That’s about all I’ve got left.

No matter how shitty things get,

you have to ask
yourself what now?

What do I do?

I’ve gotta do something or else

I’ll just curl up and die.

If I haven’t done it
yet, I doubt I ever will.

- Just what is it exactly

that you’re looking for?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I’m hoping I know
it when I see it.

I don’t expect
you to understand.

You’re different.

You have a family
at home, a mortgage.

- I also have a car payment.

So don’t fuckin’ wreck it.

(car starting)

(tense atmospheric music)

? I don’t want you to come
back ’round here no more?

? Maybe in the
morning I’ll be gone?

? Until then leave?

? Let me have?

(tense atmospheric music)

- [Man] I don’t
think Don’s home.

- [Thomas] Yes, I just knocked.

- He normally goes out
to dinner on Fridays.

- [Thomas] I see.

- I’ll make sure he
gets the letter, though.

- What’s that?

- The letter.

- Oh yes, thank you.

- [Man] Uh huh.

- You don’t like
Bernard, do you?

- lt’s not that, I just thought
maybe we could be together...

- You know I really don’t
see what the big deal is.

- It’s not a big deal.

I just wanted a nice quiet

time together, you know, alone.

- I’ll tell you Thomas,

I’m thinking of taking
all that money that I took

from you guys last night
and opening a bank.

(chuckling)

- Don’t be a sore winner.

- I’m just making a joke.

I will say though I
don’t think Freddy boy

likes me very much.

- Oh come on.

- I’m just saying.

I got a pretty good
sense about these things.

- Takes him a longer time to
warm up to people, that’s all.

- Oh, I hope so.

Anyway, I had a great
time, thank you.

- Don’t mention it.

- My pockets thank you too.

- Eat your pie.

(chuckling)

- Hey I got an idea.

When the weather changes,
how about you guys

come down to the
lake with us, huh?

- You know that is a great idea.

- What do you say?

- I’ll run it past Fred.

It’s an odd feeling.

That feeling of being
watched from a distance,

but not quite
knowing for certain.

In those situations you
have only two choices.

(tense atmospheric music)

Hide in the dark

and maybe you’ll meet
your watcher face to face.

The other choice is to
stand in the light and wait.

(mellow rock music)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah, Michael’s.

That’s for you.

- Yeah.

I didn’t leave anything.

Listen to me, Don.

Oh will you shut up and

listen to me for one minute?

I admit it, I followed you.

But only because I thought

you were playing me.

I followed you to the
bookstore and then I lost you.

- What bookstore?

- The bookstore,
Don, don’t be thick.

You were in a pornography shop,

okay, I know, I was there.

Sit down.

Sick of this shit.

Followed you to the bookstore

and I lost you
sometime thereafter.

I came here to see
if you were home,

that’s when I saw the envelope.

I looked at it and then put

it back where I found it.

Don’t you see this guy
is screwing with us?

This is what he
wants us to be doing.

Where’s the photo I saw?

Well go get it!

Do you know this boy?

- [Don] No.

- Look at the picture, Don.

Do you know who this person is?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- I’m sure.

Do you know who that is?

- This was the son of
Arthur and Susan Lovell.

Now I’m gonna ask
you one last time.

I want you to answer
me truthfully.

Have you ever seen or met

William Lovell,
this boy, before?

- Maybe.

- What does that mean, maybe?

- I’ve probably seen
him on the news.

- Oh shut up.

- How did they convict you?

- He was a kid.

People can coach kids

into saying anything
they want them to.

Arthur would often bring the
kid to the motel with him.

Get a room, leave him to
watch television while he...

Sometimes he would
just leave him

in the backseat of the car.

He could’ve caught a glimpse

of me tailing his father.

He was confused.

Those prosecutors
told him what to say.

Never saw me shoot his
father, that I know.

- Why didn’t you go to the
police with your evidence?

- My allegiance is to my client.

If she wanted to go to the
police with the evidence,

that was up to her.

- [Don] What about the boy?

- What about the boy?

- [Don] Could’ve saved him.

- He was saved, Don,

someone clipped his father.

- Who do you think did it?

- It’s my opinion

no one bothered to
look at the wife.

Wasn’t even that clever

when you think about it.

She had all the
evidence, one shot

would eliminate the problem.

Protect her family name.

My question is why did
you get this picture?

What does William
Lovell mean to you?

- I’d like you to leave now.

- Come on, Don.

You’re a salesman.

Convince me why I should
believe one word you say.

Where do you fall in all this?

Arthur, Susan, William, Thomas?

What’s your link?

- This came sometime last night.

(tense atmospheric music)

- Which one of my estranged
relatives lives here?

- I’m not interested.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(jazz music)

- [Woman] Good evening, sir.

(ominous percussive music)

- [Waitress] Sir?

- I didn’t order that.

- [Waitress] This is the
house special for the evening.

- [Man] Gentlemen,
please welcome...

- Thank you.

- [Man] Jean Davis.

(applauding)

(light piano music)

? I heard some
children playing?

? In the house across the way?

? The girls and the boys
looked up from their toys?

? When they heard a girly say?

? My pussy belongs to daddy?

? It’s his exclusively?

? My pussy belongs to daddy?

? So let my pussy be?

- I’m sorry sir, this
is a private party

by invitation only.

? You can ride on
my kiddy car too?

- I got my invitation
right here.

? You can play with my
dolls and my Polly?

- [Man] Excuse me.

? But one thing’s
forbidden to you?

? My pussy belongs to daddy?

? He means the world to me?

? So please don’t
offend my daddy?

? And let my pussycat be?

? And let my pussycat be?

(applauding)

- [Man] I didn’t
get your name, Mr....

- Altman.

Donald Altman.

- [Man] Would you follow me
this way please, Mr. Altman?

(jazz music)

(door closing)

- Why don’t you come
in, have a seat?

- Who are you?

- [William] Sit down.

You want a drink?

- What do you want?

- I wanna offer you a drink.

You’re the last person
I ever thought I’d see

coming in here.

- Just tell me what it
is you want from me.

- You showed up at my place.

- You want money?

’Cause I can promise
you I don’t have any.

- Who told you about this place?

How did you find me?

(tense atmospheric music)

- From the picture you sent.

I want this to stop
now, whoever you are.

- You don’t recognize me.

Guess I shouldn’t be surprised,

it’s been a long time.

I was a little kid.

- Gonna ask you one last time.

What is it that you want?

- What do you think I could
possibly want from you?

- Revenge.

- I’ve never seen any of this.

Except for this
place, of course.

- If this doesn’t stop
now, you’re gonna be sorry.

- Do you think that I hate you?

- I don’t know what you think.

But I can promise
you you’re wrong.

- A heart is too heavy
on its own to hold hate.

- I want you out of my life.

- Tell you the same thing,
but as far as I’m concerned,

you’re stuck in mine.

- Your father was a sick man!

- I loved my father.

He wasn’t perfect.

He made mistakes like every
man, but he was good to me.

He was there for me.

- You’re a confused young man.

(gun clicking)

Easy now.

- [William] You’re not the
only one getting gifts.

- I hope someday you get
the help that you need.

- Don’t forget your photos.

(door opening and closing)

(tense atmospheric music)

(gun thudding)

- [Bernard] How you doing, Tom?

- Good.

- [Bernard] Yeah?

Peg says you’re having
trouble finishing the book.

- Just doing some last-minute
tweaks, that’s all.

- You don’t look well.

- I’m fine.

- [Bernard] Peg’s
worried about you.

Actually that’s why she
organized this party tonight.

’Cause she said you
haven’t been feeling well.

- [Thomas] I’m working.

Trying to hammer out
the last couple pages.

- [Bernard] I imagine
it would be difficult

for anybody to dredge
up the past like that.

For you it must be
10 times as hard.

- [Thomas] It’s not easy.

- Tom, I’ve never
asked you this before.

If you don’t wanna
answer you don’t have to.

But I am curious.

What’s it like on the inside?

You know, prison?

- It’s where all the hate
and anger in the world

comes to cook.

- You want my advice?

Put this book behind
you and get on

with the rest of your life!

You’ll be better off for it.

(tense atmospheric music)

(gasping)

(crying)

- Oh my god.

Margaret!

- What the hell’s going on?

- [Raymond] You don’t seem
surprised by two strange men

waiting in your dark apartment.

- Believe it or not it’s not

the first time it’s happened.

There’s nothing random
about a couple of dicks.

So what do you want?

- Tom.

My name is Detective
Raymond Fines.

And this is my partner,

Detective Clive Reed.

- Did they assign those
names with your badges?

- Afraid not.

Oh, we made a few moves

while we were waiting,

hope you don’t mind.

- And stole my booze, too, huh?

- Sorry about that.

We were waiting a long time.

- It’s all right.

Checkmate.

(pieces clattering)

- You understand that a
protection from abuse order

prohibits you from
being within 100 yards

of Mr. Lovell and
his establishment.

- I consider that a favor.

- You understand that failure
to comply with this order

could lead you to
being prosecuted

to the fullest
extent of the law.

And you understand with your
history what that could mean.

I mean at your age.

You don’t wanna spend the
duration behind bars, do you?

- Raymond.

Do you mind if I
call you Raymond?

- [Raymond] I actually
prefer that you do,

seeing as we’re gonna be
talking a lot more now.

- Raymond, couldn’t a
simple piece of mail

have saved you a lot of trouble?

I could still read, you know.

- Wanted to talk to you
about something as well.

- [Thomas] Really?

- We wanted to
show you something.

- This sounds important,

let me get my glasses.

Okay.

- My condolences in advance.

(tense atmospheric music)

(screaming)

Now I wanna play
something for you.

And I want you to just
sit there and listen.

- [Thomas] Maybe we’ll
sell some books after all.

- [Mira] How’s the
shopping going?

- [Thomas] Actually
we got a deal.

- [Mira] That’s great
news, we should celebrate.

How ’bout coffee?

- [Thomas] How ’bout whiskey?

- [Mira] What about dinner?

- [Thomas] That’s great.

- [Mira] Tomorrow night, Eamel’s
on MacNealy, eight o’clock?

- [Thomas] Eight
o’clock sounds good.

- [Mira] I’ll see you then.

- [Thomas] Mira?

- [Mira] Yeah?

- [Thomas] I want to thank
you for giving me a forum

to tell my story.

- [Mira] Well thank you for
being brave enough to tell it.

- [Thomas] You’re the brave one.

- [Raymond] We
understand each other?

- And Officer Danny Sullivan?

- Officer Sullivan is alive

and under protective custody.

Due to testify next month.

Not much can be
done about that now.

- You monsters.

- No, I’m a messenger boy.

The real monsters
are a lot more scary.

- Chief of police, DA, mayor.

- The men I’m representing are
very powerful lunatics, Tom.

They snap their fingers
and the creek rises.

Now somebody’s gonna go
down and they know that,

but not the finger snappers.

It was an unfortunate
circumstance, I mean,

wrong place, wrong time.

What do you think
they’ll do to you?

- My story is ancient history.

- And you’re trying
to rewrite it.

Pensions are still being
collected for Christ sakes.

- I don’t care
what they do to me.

- Maybe someone you
care about then.

I’m not throwing
out threats here.

I’m just trying to think
a few moves ahead for you.

Anyway, you’re being watched.

- And bugged, obviously.

They wanted me to
let you know that.

- The photographs?

- [Raymond] Oh I’ll
take those with me.

- No.

The other photographs.

(tense atmospheric music)

- I don’t know of any
other photographs.

But I can tell you
this is not a game.

You want my advice?

- Fuck you.

- You so desperately
wanna be a good guy

that you fail to
recognize one thing.

- What’s that?

- They don’t exist.

- Mira was good.

- [Raymond] Like I
said, they don’t exist.

- Tell your buddies
the past is coming

to bite them in the ass.

- Forget the past.

Go live a life with that
girlfriend of yours.

Margaret, right?

(door slamming)

- Mr. Anderson.

- Hello.

- Thank you for coming
at such short notice.

- Oh sure.

- Take a seat.

- I got your message.

I’m assuming you
wanted to go over some

of the final details
of the agreement.

- Not exactly.

- Oh.

What is it you wanted
to discuss then?

- This is a little awkward,

but we received an
anonymous package.

It was a DVD.

Some security footage
of some place.

- I should’ve said
something before.

The past couple weeks
I’ve been harassed.

Anonymous envelopes
left on my doorstep,

usually filled with
a random photograph.

- What kind of photograph?

- lt’s too difficult to explain.

Been followed without
my knowledge, bugged.

It’s been a nightmare.

- Have you gone to the police?

- I went to the man
I thought responsible

to try to reason with him.

It...

Oh anyway.

I felt threatened.

I was only trying
to protect myself.

I was hoping it’d come to
an end, but I apologize.

- [Man] This doesn’t leave
us in a good position.

- I know.

I think that was his goal.

- [Man] I understand the man
in the video is William Lovell.

- Yes.

- [Man] I’m sorry Mr. Anderson...

- Thomas, please.

- Thomas.

This doesn’t leave us
with much of a choice,

but to pass on your book.

This video suggests,

and I’m not even sure,

but if it gets out

and I already have a feeling

that it’s already begun,
it’s gonna destroy

whatever credibility
that you have

before the book’s even released.

- Credibility.

Now there’s a concept for you.

- Sorry to hear about Mira.

- What, you heard?

- Yeah, it’s all over the news.

- What are they saying?

- Something about a
robbery gone wrong.

- Oh!

Christ!

- [Fred] Can’t make
this your problem.

- My problem?

You know what my problem is?

Everyone just wants
to be left alone

to their own little realities!

Nobody really cares
what’s going on anymore.

They just wanna disguise
the truth, control it,

so that if anybody
looks they’ll feel safe.

But if that doesn’t work then
they’ll just scare you away

from the truth!

I am sick of the bullshit!

I’m sick of the
lies and the scams

and the fakes and the
phonies and the cover ups.

And religion and
politics and business.

The media.

I can’t even watch
television anymore

without wanting to fucking puke!

I am sick of my intelligence

being insulted by assholes

just trying to
influence how I think,

what’s right, what’s wrong,

who’s good, who’s bad.

We have all been burned!

We all have our cracks.

What the hell is
so wrong with that?

I’m sick of whiskey,
gimme a beer.

- So what now?

(tense atmospheric music)

- [Man] On one thing,
managing investments.

Any way you work
with us you benefit

from our active approach

to investment management.

Which means you can be assured

that we are always striving
to maximize your return.

Whether you have large
or separate accounts...

(typewriter clacking)

- [Man] Welcome back to
City Talk, I’m here today

with Thomas Anderson.

Thomas Anderson is here
to discuss a new memoir

entitled A Fancy
Piece Of Homicide

which details the highly
publicized 1985 murder case

that sense Anderson to
prison for 13 years.

Mr. Anderson, thank
you for joining us.

- [Thomas] Thank you.

I wanna thank you for giving
me a forum to tell my story.

- [Mira] Thank you for being
brave enough to tell it.

(typewriter clacking)

- [Man] Mr. Anderson, do you
feel that you were set up

or targeted in any way?

- Well.

I discuss that in
detail in my book.

(typewriter clacking)

- [Man] Do you think
that it’s possible

the real killer could ever
be brought to justice?

- No, I don’t think so.

But hopefully the truth can.

- [Man] Mr. Anderson, it was
a pleasure speaking with you.

Thank you very much
for joining us today.

- [Thomas] Yes, thank you.

(typewriter clacking)

(sighing)

(mellow rock music)

What do you want?

- I wanna talk to you.

- I don’t think now is a
very good time, Bernard.

- I got friends downtown.

15 years in the mayor’s office.

I want you to know that I
know the truth about you.

(tense atmospheric music)

- [Fred] You better
get outta here.

- When you gave Lovell’s wife

the evidence against him,
she wanted him to pay,

but she wanted to
protect her son,

protect her image in society.

And if word of all
that had gotten out,

her family would
have been destroyed.

So she made you an offer, cash,

for every piece of
evidence against him,

as well as his murder.

I mean that would make
Arthur a martyr in his family

instead of an unfaithful
sexual predator.

Susan would just be the
innocent victim, widow.

She’d help her son
suppress any memories

of what his father
had done to him.

When you got caught
that just made the plan

all the more perfect.

Every detail tied up in
a nice, neat little bow.

- You don’t know what the
fuck you’re talking about!

- No?

You’re the one who likes the
quotes, how ’bout this one?

You tell a big enough lie

and you tell it often
enough, it’ll be believed.

- You better get out
now while you still can.

- I’m not afraid of you.

- You should be.

- Stay away from my sister.

- We been friends now,
what, nearly 40 years?

And believe me it doesn’t
make a bit of difference

one way or the other.

But did you kill Lovell?

- You’re the first person
to ask me that question

that wasn’t a lawyer or a cop.

(phone ringing)

- Michael’s.

- [Thomas] Hello?

- [Don] Thomas?

- [Thomas] What is it, Don?

- [Don] Thomas, I’m sorry.

(tense atmospheric music)

I know you’re not
responsible for the photos.

- No shit.

(crying)

Have you been drinking?

I’m coming over.

You hear me?

Don?

Don?

(crying)

- I always knew you were around.

That you lived in the city.

I tried to forget.

I hoped that everything
would just go away.

He was blackmailing me.

Arthur Lovell had pictures.

He was gonna show
them to my wife.

(tense atmospheric music)

I had to do something.

(gun firing)

(dog barking)

- [Man] Call an ambulance!

- I’ve watched everything
get taken away from you

and did nothing, like a coward.

That first night at your place,

I went there to kill you.

- Why didn’t you kill me?

- I don’t know.

I froze.

- Bullshit.

Why didn’t you kill me?

- Because I already had!

I can’t go on hurting
others anymore.

- You’d have done me
a favor if you had.

Don.

Don.

- You’d have to shoot
me if I came at you.

- Look Don, no gun.

You’ve hurt me enough
already, put the razor down.

Didn’t you read the newspapers?

I killed Arthur Lovell.

I killed him and went to
jail for it, all right?

I served my time and
now we have to get on

with what we have left.

Put the goddamn razor down!

(shouting)

(tense atmospheric music)

- No, I need to die!

- You’re not thinking
clearly, understand me?

- I need to be punished!

- Stop struggling.

Stop.

- Just go!

(shouting)

Please just go.

Please.

- [Operator] 911, what is
the nature of your call?

- [Thomas] Hello,
I need an ambulance

at 1349 Riverdale Road.

A man’s been injured.

Bleeding bad.

- [Operator] Is the
person breathing?

Sir, stay on the line with me.

Sir, are you there?

(sirens wailing)

(water running)

- [Man] I read this
today in the paper.

Local talk show host Mira
Malloy has been found murdered

in her home.

According to this they suspect
that it was a home invasion

or hot burglary.

Possibly not murder.

But I don’t know what
else you would call it.

(phone ringing)

(tense atmospheric music)

- Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

- [Thomas On Phone] Don’t
you read the newspapers?

I killed Arthur Lovell.

I killed him and went to
jail for it, all right?

I served my time and
now we have to get on

with what we got left.

(tense atmospheric music)

(typewriter dinging)

- [Margaret] I know
you’re a good man, Thomas.

I just hope you let me see it.

- [Thomas Voiceover] I will.

(dramatic atmospheric music)

There are some things you
can’t get out on paper.

Some things are
stuck to man’s soul.

Eating away until
there’s nothing left.

A man would do anything
to get it all out.

Anything for the
truth to be known.

A man would cut it out of
him with a razor if he could.

I know.

I’ve seen it in the past.

(tense atmospheric music)