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Ray Seward,

be it known
you have been found guilty

by jury of your peers

for the crime of murder
in the first degree

of Trisha Ann Seward.

I am hereby authorized
to cause the sentence of death

to be executed upon you
at this time.

Mr. Seward, would you like
to make a final statement

before we proceed?

Mr. Seward?

We got 12 hours, gentlemen.
Clock starts now.

Here you go.

Gate.

You didn't call yesterday.
I waited.

I had other things
to deal with.

And now your schedule's clear,

11 hours
before they're set to kill me?

Do you recognize
any of these rings?

What happened
to your face--

your boyfriend
finally had enough?

Do you or don't you recognize
any of these?

Should I?

Is it
my get-out-of-jail-free card?

It's a yes-or-no question.

I'm not the one
on a clock here.

True.

The wedding band--
silver--

it's a fake,
in case you were wondering.

Is there anything specific
you can tell me about this ring?

The fact I didn't want to give it to her?
She was pregnant.

What about any markings,
any imperfections it might have?

Do you recall
anything like that?

I recall that it cost 30 bucks.

I recall I got it
at Bernard's Jewelry

near the market--
used goods, like my wife.

And I recall,
after I gave it to her,

I never thought about it again.

Do you believe
in "happily ever after"?

Hmm?

I didn't think so,

'cause I noticed you weren't
wearing a band, either.

Uh...

There's a scratch
on the inside band.

I have to make a call.

He positively identified
the ring

as belonging to his deceased
wife, Trisha Seward,

and it was found in the trophies
in Joe Mills' possession.

Sir, if I didn't believe

an innocent man was
about to be executed,

I wouldn't be bothering you.

Yeah, I-I can get that, yes.
Right away.

Holder, where are you?

I, um-- I need the Seward file.

I need the photos.
It's important.

I'm-- I'm here at the prison,
so call me, okay?

I can't leave, or else they
won't let me visit Seward again.

I need the file right away.

Meat Lover's
breakfast burrito.

Damn, that smells good.

You want a bite?

You know they got a cemetery
right outside these gates?

346 inmates buried there
from the 1800s.

No names, no one
ever claimed them.

Wonder what that must be like,

spending eternity as a nobody.

Who's claiming you, Seward?

Hey.

You okay?

I'm a vital part of the team.

Nobody can perform
my duties but me.

You do understand
the concept of duty...

responsibility?

Yeah.
I understand.

Yeah.

You're on death watch
till 6:00 PM, showtime.

Sit outside his cell,

make sure your buddy in there
doesn't cheat the hangman.

Open the gates.

What about a receipt?

Even if the jewelry shop
closed down,

the records could be
with the previous owner.

Yeah, I-I know
it's a long shot,

but I'm sure
the Attorney General's Office

has the manpower to find it.

Yes, I understand
that's not your job.

I'll have something soon.

Come on, let's go.

Not you, her.

- What did they say?
- The Attorney General

needs corroborating evidence
about the ring

before he's willing to move
forward and consider a stay.

- I told you it's hers.
- That's not enough.

And that jewelry shop's
gone out of business.

I have some photos that might
have your wife's ring in them.

Photos of the crime scene?

No, from the apartment. I'm
waiting for them to get here.

Is that what happens to your
things after you're killed--

they're put in some basement
at the police station?

Unless someone claims them, yes,
and then they're destroyed.

Did you notice the larch trees
when you drove in?

Do you have a friend coming
today to be here with you?

I asked your partner,
but he declined the invite.

There's two of them...

on the east side
of the building.

Is that where your cell looks
out-- on the east side?

Yeah.

- Is he here?
- Mm-hmm.

What does he look like?

He's tall for his age.

He's a good-looking boy.

He likes drawing

and, uh, I think sports.

There's-- there's a mitt
in his room, a catcher's mask.

Does your son play baseball?

He did
when he was Adrian's age.

Your son doesn't live with you?

No.

Sometimes it's better that way.

I keep hearing things--

not voices, nothing crazy
like that,

but the fluorescents--
do you hear them, the buzzing?

There was a lady in the hall
earlier, complaining.

That's Adrian's foster mom.
She's here, too.

We met.

Everyone comes to ask you for things
when they know you're gonna die.

What did she want?

Same thing you do--
for me to see Adrian.

You both seem to think
it'll do him some good.

It's the adrenaline--

when you hear everything,
you smell everything,

you see it all, but it's
like you're in a tunnel.

Everything's moving slowly
but happening so quickly, too.

Get up.
Hands behind your back.

What?

- Get up!
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- No. No.
- W-where are you taking him?!

- I'm not done.
- Let's go! Let's go!

Hey! Hey!

- Shut up! Let's go!
- Hey! I'm a cop!

- Move! - Hey! - I can sit here
and talk all day if I want!

Hey!

I've been sitting in here
for almost an hour,

and nobody's telling me
anything.

Like I said, we got
state-mandated guidelines.

I'm a cop.
You know that, right?

Yeah, you made that clear.

You're also the one
who put him in here,

which you've failed
to mention as much.

He's got a right to have
visitors for another five hours.

You can't just keep him
back there.

Oh, we're talking about his
rights now? You kidding me?

DOC policy 43-603.

I'll call your captain myself
if you've got a problem

following
that state-mandated guideline.

- They weighed me again.
- What?

They must have
got it wrong before.

- Jesus.
- What do you mean, they weighed you?

You know,
if my neck doesn't break,

I'll be conscious,
I'll be awake.

It takes six minutes
to die--

six minutes I'll just be hanging
there, suffocating.

It's not gonna come to that.

The Attorney General's
gonna call any minute now.

They keep feeding me today.

Hot dogs for lunch,
side of fries, crumb cake.

That sounds good.

It sucked!

Did you eat?

The vending machine's got
a surprising variety of choices.

You know, the cook here--
the chef--

you know, he takes special care
preparing the last meal.

He really puts in
his best effort.

I hear it's like
a culinary tour de force...

That's good.

...'cause he knows
that most condemned men

are too nervous to eat,
so it'll go back to him.

Is there anything else

that you can tell me
about that ring?

We're running out of time.

I told you everything.

You know, if you go,

they'll just send me
back to my cell.

Okay.

It's a measure
of a person's life, I think,

those who come see you
in the end.

Your son's here.

It's in the blood, this place.

He shouldn't be.

He's not a little boy any more.
He knows what this place is.

You don't have to be afraid
that he'll--

he'll become like you.

Is it me you're trying
to save, or yourself?

The son you gave away--
what's his name?

Hmm?

Whatever it is,
I hope he likes hot dogs.

You know, my daddy was here,
and his daddy before him.

Maximum security's
like a family tradition.

Is that your excuse?
You're breaking my heart, Ray.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

I'm not here for you.

That's good,
'cause I'm a piece of trash.

If that's what you want
to call it.

A monster.

No, I've seen monsters before.
You're not one of them.

That's not what you said
at my trial.

You didn't kill your wife.

I beat her...

Sometimes in front of Adrian.

I took out
a 20-year-old's eye.

I crushed a man's jaw
with a metal pipe

so that he'll eat through a
straw for the rest of his life.

Really?

I don't have any illusions
about you, the men in here.

So why are you here?

Because I made a mistake.

My hand--
just give me a minute.

When are you gonna see him?

Oh, man.

I'll be back.
I promise.

What's that?

Hey.
Where have you been?

Out.

- Have you been drinking
since yesterday? - Yeah.

You know this is
a long shot, right--

I mean, scratch on a ring?

You really think the state's
gonna give you a stay for that?

I mean, they don't
even do that with DNA.

Gonna talk to him?

You do it.
You're good with kids.

How's Seward?

He's fine, considering.

I have to go back in.

Yeah. I'm here, you know,
whatever you need--

smokes or whatnot.

I got the party pack.

Want a smoke?

You don't smoke?

Hey, you messing up your kicks,

your ma is gonna get ornery.

She can't tell me what to do.

Oh, you the big man?

You buy for your own stuff
with your five-finger salary?

You're acting drunk.

Ain't acting drunk, I am drunk.

About to go get re-upped.

Got to keep that buzz going,
serial chiller that I am.

It's a good match.

The Ding Dong birthday cakes
were my idea.

He hated chocolate.

I didn't know that.
He looks miserable.

I fed my son Twinkies
for breakfast a few times.

This is good.
Looks like a match to the ring.

Okay.

So what's next?

I send the photo to the AG,

and we see what he says.

Adrian's still waiting
to see you, Ray.

And I bet he's not gonna leave

as long as there's
still a chance.

You know, I wasn't even there
when he was born.

I told Trish to get
an abortion.

I kind of hated him, actually.

I bet you can relate.

I know what you're doing.

I'll be back.

Yeah, well,
I got to take a leak anyway.

Yeah, you do that.

Yes, I'll hold
for the Attorney General.

Sir? Yes,
this is Detective Linden.

I appreciate you considering
a stay, sir. Thank you.

He went to get beer.

Yeah?

I saw your dad.

He was-- he was real curious
about you.

He asked a-a lot of questions
about you.

He did.

Can I still see him,
even if I lied?

That's not why
you're waiting here,

because of what
you told me, okay?

And I'm not mad at you.

I knew you were just trying
to help your dad.

I didn't want him to get
in trouble again.

Why would you get your dad
in trouble?

Because he was there
that night.

He was the one I saw.

What did they say?

The Attorney General is
considering the new evidence.

It's a long shot,

but he's considering
a potential stay.

Ah.

They were gonna serve
my last meal in an hour.

Salisbury steak
and vanilla ice cream.

Send it back!

I know that you were there
that night.

That's why
Adrian's never been able

to talk about it, remember it--
because he saw you.

- What are you talking about?
- Please don't lie to me.

You were there,
you son of a bitch.

You played me.

I was there, I wasn't there.

You know,
it doesn't matter what I say

because you've already
made up your mind,

just like the others.

Guilty until proven
innocent--

let me tell you, that's the way
it's always been with me.

You lied to me!

You want me to say
I killed her?

Okay. I killed her.

You're not telling me everything
about that night.

Why were you there?

You tell me the truth.

You tell me the truth right this
minute, or I'm walking out,

and any chance you've got
is walking out--

He was in that closet
because I was never there,

his mother leaving him staring

up at those stupid plastic stars
night after night.

Why were you in the apartment?!

My excuse, too,
so I could leave, too.

Seward, answer me!

You think saving me
is some kind of noble act?

I didn't care when I left
every night.

I didn't give a damn
when he screamed at me

not to walk out on him

that night, every night!

- That's who you're saving!
- Why were you in the apartment?!

Guard!

Yo.

Hey, where you going?

He played me.

He lied.
He's been lying all along.

Whoa, whoa, hold up.
What are you talking about?

I shouldn't have come here.
It was a mistake.

He was there in the apartment.

He killed his wife,
end of story.

What about the ring?

You said it yourself.
It could be anybody's.

It doesn't mean anything.

What, so you're just leaving?

You can't. They won't
let you see him again.

- Give me them back.
- No.

- Give them to me, Holder!
- No.

After all this,
you just walk away?

There's lots of reasons
why he could've been there.

- He lived there.
- Then why did he lie about it?

I don't know.
Go in there and ask him!

What about Adrian?

I'm done! I'm done!
Give me the keys!

This is like a pattern with you,
you know that?

You always leaving, running.

- You never stay...
- You're drunk.

...'cause if you did,
then you'd want it.

You'd need it.

And then you could get hurt...

and left...

or not left.

What the hell happened
to you, Linden?

Why you always taking off?

Why don't you just shut up

and take
your own damned advice?

Yeah, maybe I should.

We never stay, and in the end,
we lose everyone.

I'm not gonna try
and kiss you again, Linden.

Keep dreaming.

You hear me? I'm not gonna
kiss you again, Linden.

Unh-unh. You missed
your chance, Linden.

Come on.

Detective Linden.

Yes, sir, I'm still here
at the prison.

I understand, sir.

I appreciate
you taking the time

to consider a stay at all.

I'll let him know.

Are you still here?

Yeah, for Adrian, not for you.

Mm, that's nice...

Because they're gonna kill me

in 1 hour, 56 minutes...
and 9 seconds.

I'm sorry.

It was a nice try, though.

Why were you in the apartment
that night?

Why can't you just tell me?

Maybe you saw something.

Maybe you saw something
that will save your life.

Help me.

If you didn't kill her,
what are you hiding?

Why can't you just tell me?

You know how a kid looks at you

before he's been messed up,
hit every day,

and pushed down,
and called a shit?

You know--
you know that look?

When they still think
the world is big,

and that their life
could be big, too?

I do...

because I was like that once,

and I wanted that for my son.

You went back to get Adrian.

I just walked away
from all that.

I ran, and then, uh--
then I came back for my boy.

See-- see, he needed me.

God, I could've gone away,
but I came back.

I was-- I was gonna bring him
with me.

Things can change.

But, uh...

And I went back there,
and she was lying on the floor.

God.

And I knew that...
nothing does.

Ray.

Adrian's right outside.
He's waiting for you.

Okay.

Don't leave...

without letting him see you,
know you.

He will carry that with him

every time he looks
in the mirror,

the broken parts of you,

because you never let him see
the best part.

I know what it's like
to never have that.

He's waiting for you.
Please.

I got to clean my sneakers.

Adrian, I don't think
we have time for that right now.

Your dad's waiting.

Take them dogs off.
We'll wipe them down.

My hair looks dumb.

It looks fine.
He don't care.

You need gel or something.

It's not gonna stand like that.

You're looking
like Dennis the Menace.

Yeah.

That's it.

That's what I'm talking about,
little man.

Huh?

He's-- he's not gonna be
looking at your shirt, Ray.

You look great.

Yeah? You don't look
so bad yourself.

You know, I built him
a treehouse

when I got out
of the State Pen.

He'd just turned 6.

There are no trees in the city.

We had to go to the park
so he could run around.

Kids should be able
to run around.

Yeah, they should.

He-- he loved
that dumb treehouse.

You know, those trees,
they lost their leaves so fast.

Like, everything goes so fast.

Do you think it'll hurt?

No.

And there's still a chance.

The Governor
can always grant a reprieve.

I know that you did
everything you could for me.

Thank you.

What should I say to him?

I don't know.

Uh, everything.

Get up, inmate, let's go.

Wait, I got a visitation
with my son.

Visiting hours are over.
Sorry.

What? No.

State guidelines mandate

that all visitations terminate

an hour before execution
at 1700 hours.

No, we've been waiting
for half an hour.

It is not his fault
it's taken so long!

- State guidelines mandate that...
- I got a right to see him.

- I want to talk to your superior!
- Get off of me!

- This is unbelievable!
- I'll get you his number.

Please,
please don't fight them, Ray.

- Get him to his cell now.
- I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!

Ray, don't!
Don't-- don't fight them!

- Just go with them!
- I'll kill you!

Please, his son is
just right outside the door.

Please don't do this!
Please don't do this!

He can hear you.
Adrian-- Adrian can hear you.

- I'll kill you!
- Please don't do this.

- His son is right outside.
- I'll kill all of you!

- Please don't do this.
- I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

- Ray, listen to me. He can hear you.
- I-I'll kill you!

He can hear you.
Adrian can hear you.

You never should've
brought him here.

Think about the trees
outside your window.

They're there. They're there.
They're always there.

All you have to do is look.

Just look outside
your window, Ray.

Look outside your window.
You'll see them.

Look outside your window, Ray.
You'll see them.

Get your hands off me!

I will talk
to the District Attorney myself.

- Linden.
- It's wrong, and you know it.

You can't keep him from--
from seeing his own child!

Hey, keep it down, Linden.

I don't care what
the regulations are!

He's been waiting to see him
all day! You can't do this!

What are you--
what are you doing?

It's over.

What?

It's over.

He...

Let's go, Seward.

Move. Come on.

Come on.

Move it!

Come on. One foot
in front of the other.

Just keep walking.
Come on, one step at time.

You can do it.
Come on, walk with me.

Damn it. Seward.

Get on your feet and quit crying
like a little bitch!

I will put you on that board!

Is that what you want?!

Get up and be a man!

Walk! Walk!

Hold him here.
Hold him.

Let me remind you that
photography is not permitted

and you are required to keep
silent during the procedure.

There will be no entering
or exiting

until it is completed.

Upon a pronouncement of death,

you'll be escorted
back to the waiting area

to collect your belongings.

Ray Seward,

be it known
you have been found guilty

by a jury of your peers

for the crime of murder
in the first degree

of Trisha Ann Seward.

I am hereby authorized
to cause the sentence of death

to be executed upon you
at this time.

Would you like to make
a final statement

at this time, Mr. Seward?

Mr. Seward,
do you have a final statement?

Salisbury steak's not steak.

It's ground beef.

Now, let's get this show
on the road, Warden.

We will now proceed.

Proceed, CO.

No.