Sleeping Dogs

Fuck!

Name three objects in this room.

Chair, lamp, clock.

Three objects not in this room.

Whisky bottle, airplane, racehorse.

Fuck.

Today's date. - Thursday.

The date, not the day of the week,

Um...

September. Sep...

How about the year?

What's your city of birth?

Do you remember your mother's name?

How about your father?

This is an experimental procedure.

Electrodes will send impulses

to the target areas in your brain.

New neural pathways should develop,

but the results can be a little less predictable,

especially given your history of substance abuse,

a common trigger for Alzheimer's.

Hello.

Is this Roy Freeman?

Hello?

Yeah. Um, my name is Emily Dietz.

I work with the Clean Hands Project.

Clean Hands Project?

Yes!

We are a legal action nonprofit

and we advocate for inmates

who have been disenfranchised by the system.

Okay.

Would you have a few minutes to speak?

Yeah.

What's this about?

It's... regarding an old case of yours.

Emily Dietz.

Mr. Freeman? - Ms. Dietz.

Oh. Hi.

- Emily. - Emily.

I really appreciate you meeting with me.

No problem.

You said it was about, uh, an old case, huh?

Yes, sir. Isaac Samuel.

Isaac Samuel?

Um... I... I'm sorry. I-I don't, uh...

Oh. Of course.

I'm sure you've seen more cases

than you care to remember.

Yeah. Something like that.

He was convicted in the Joseph Wieder murder

at Waterford College ten years ago

and is scheduled to be executed

end of next month.

We've tried to get a stay from the governor,

but it's not looking good.

Okay.

I don't recognize him.

What's he got to do with me?

Mr. Samuel requested to speak with the detectives

who had interrogated him the night of his confession.

I interrogated him?

And I have yet to locate your former partner.

What does he want to talk about?

I'm afraid he didn't say.

That's something that you will have to ask him yourself.

Isaac Samuel?

Yeah.

I'm Roy Freeman. I used to be a detective.

I've been told you wanted to see me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Okay.

Well, here I am.

How are you doing?

Oh, you know, I'm blessed, Roy.

Ten years, three hots and a cot,

member of the death row book club.

Prison got my body, but Allah got my spirit.

Like you give a fuck how I'm doing.

I see.

So, this lady, uh... Emily Dietz,

from the Clean Hands Project,

she told me you wanted to talk to me.

Is that what you wanted to say?

No, you're here 'cause I want to know how it feels

to know an innocent man is gonna be put to death.

Right.

And, uh... you are the innocent man?

Yeah.

Don't get me wrong, Roy.

I'd done some bad shit, made some bad decisions,

but killing Joe Wieder ain't one of them.

Isaac...

you confessed.

You were brought in for questioning

and you confessed.

So now you're telling me, all this time later,

suddenly you remember things different?

Ain't nothing sudden about it.

I've been in here ten years. Ten fucking years.

Nothing to do but replay that shit in my head.

- How it really went down. - Right.

That's why I'm here.

So you can tell me how it really went down.

Look, I know you ain't no cop no more,

the way they shit-canned you

over that drunk-driving accident,

but maybe you want to clear your conscience.

At least hear me out... this time.

I'm listening.

Night of the murder,

I was so strung out, I ain't remember shit.

You guys hammered me all night.

By the time I saw those photos, I was so fucked up

I thought I must have done it.

You broke in, you beat him to death.

We found your fingerprints all over the house!

Come on!

Just admit it, son. Admit it.

This was you. This was you! You did this! This is you!

This is all fucking you!

Admit it!

Yeah.

Why did you go to his house?

The year before Wieder got killed,

I got rung up for theft.

Formula for my little man.

And Wieder testified as an expert witness for the DA.

I told the judge I was so high that night

I wasn't thinking straight,

but Wieder said I knew exactly what I was doing.

So they tried me as an adult.

You know what it's like to be 18 years old

and some skinhead's bitch?

Let's just go back over this.

Wieder testifies against you and gets you prison time.

You go to his house, it's late at night. You're angry.

You don't like this--I ain't no killer!

I just wanted my son back

and I thought maybe Wieder could help.

Yeah, I went to his house.

I waited for his caretaker to leave

and I went round the back.

I even made it all the way inside.

Hello, Shadow.

But then someone else came in.

Oh! Back so soon?

And then shit just went bad.

I'm sorry.

I panicked and I left before I could see who it was.

No!

Okay. So you never touched him.

Uh, but you don't... I'm telling you the truth!

Okay, Isaac.

You think I'm lying.

Well, ask Richard Finn. He'd tell you.

You're gonna have to remind me.

Um... who-who is Richard Finn?

He came to see me a few months back.

He's writing some book about the murder.

- A book? - Yeah.

Look, uh, Isaac, I just don't see

that I'm gonna be in a position to get involved.

You already involved, Roy! This is on you.

You were there when I signed that fucking confession!

Make it right!

I paid for what I did when I was 18.

Make this shit right or I'm dead!

The medication can aid synaptic regeneration,

but you must keep your mind active--

books, puzzles, anything to stimulate your brain.

It was you! It was you! Admit it!

You did this! This is you!

Well, ask Richard Finn.

Hey!

Roy?

Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I was just in the neighborhood.

Come in.

Hey.

Come in, come in, come in.

Come in, come in.

You know, I can't remember the last time I saw your face.

There you go, Roy.

You know when it was?

Ahh, it must have been ten years ago

when those fucking sons of bitches took your badge.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Listen, I hope you're not still carrying around all that shit.

I mean, we all drank on the job back then.

That accident,

that could have been any one of us.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What's up? You on the wagon or something?

Uh... well, yeah.

My-my doctor says it'll mess with my medication, so...

You're sick, Roy?

No. I'm doing, uh, like a clinical trial.