Willy Beachum: What style would you say this is? Detective Flores: Oh. Robert Nunally: Your wife? Is she OK? Ted Crawford: I don't think she is.
I'm not supposed to talk about that when I visit third grade classes for career day and it doesn't get you very far in the country club locker room, but it's hard to beat when you actually get to do it.ĭialogue Lt.
I don't think the gun grew little gun legs and walked out of the house.and testify, spill the beans, and it would mean. I mean, she could come back from the dead, you see. Except you can't, can you? Let's see, now, first year law, double jeopardy. And now you've got your little bullet, haven't you? Got what you want. because I took both the bastards out with one fucking bullet. And the look on his face! He was trying to get her back to life and l was pissing myself laughing. You can get your rocks off on that, then, can't you? Huh? I shot my wife in the face, right there. Jurors love all that sort of crap, don't they? I bet you don't even need a confession anymore, do you, Willy? I tell you what, though, old sport. The victim cries out from beyond the grave. You look closely enough, you'll find that everything has a weak spot where it can break, sooner or later.Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
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