Beezel

(film projector clicks and whirs)

(film projector clicks and whirs)

Avery!

Come here!

Hurry!

Please!

Hurry!

Avery, quick!

Mom?

I'm so hungry.

Can you get me a snack?

Please hurry.

Ah.

Can my friend have a snack, too?

Avery! Be careful.

(film projector clicks and whirs)

(film projector clicks and whirs)

Harold Weems?

You must be Apollo.

Yes, sir.

- Don't tell me you walked all this way.

- Oh, that's all right. Train station's not too far.

Two or three miles.

- Well, with an attitude like that,

I can tell we're gonna make something great together.

- Yes, indeed. - Come on inside.

Let me help you. I'll get that.

- Oh, thank you, thank you. - Yeah.

All right.

Wow. You were thirsty after that walk, huh?

No car?

- Uh, nah. Nobody has a car in New York.

- Apollo, can I get you anything else?

These cupboards are chock full of sweets and goodies.

- Oh, no, no, no, I'm good. Thank you, though.

- Wife's got soup on the stove. Homemade cream of chicken.

- Yeah, but thanks, I appreciate it. I'm good.

Um...

Okay, um, we're good to begin.

Just a matter of paying the deposit.

Right.

What did we say?

400 or 500?

Uh, we said four.

What do you shoot on?

Oh, it's a GR-C1.

Yeah, records right on the tape. No processing.

- (whistles) Top of the line, huh?

Got it second hand.

Works great, though.

- There's still something precious about celluloid.

Makes me feel like I'm capturing a memory.

- Okay, um, so how do you wanna start?

- How much do you know about my case?

- Just what you mentioned over the phone.

Something about your last wife?

Let's just keep it at that.

What about you?

Wife at home? Girlfriend?

Boyfriend?

Anything goes, these days.

Nah, nah. No, it's just me.

Mm-hm. Keeping my eyes on the prize, you know?

And what's the prize?

Paying rent. (chuckles)

Hm.

Let's get started.

- Okay. Say something, please.

(clears throat) Hello, Apollo.

All right. All right.

- Hello. My name is Harold J. Weems.

You may recognize me from a scandal

that occurred in this house many years ago.

It seems everyone thinks that I am a killer.

I know.

Laughable.

A dark stain of suspicion has followed me

for most of my life.

But now with the help of a fledgling documentarian, Apollo,

we are about to set the record straight.

I have been hiding something, all of these years.

The truth is,

I know exactly who's responsible for the death of my wife,

and my son.

And today, I'm going to spill my guts

and share every detail with you.

Oh, yeah. Sounds good.

Looks good, yeah. - Okay.

Great.

Bring the camera.

You're rolling, yes? We have a good rhythm.

Come on, stay with me.

I never could get the stain out. Poor Jane.

This is where I found her.

I'd just gotten home from a shoot.

Photo shoot. I photographed wildlife in the area.

It was an awful mess.

The police, of course, suspect me, the husband.

Even though I was miles away.

I'm sorry. Where...

Where should I look? Here, or-

- Oh, slightly off camera. That works.

- Okay. Right, right, right, right, right.

Um...

Where was I?

- You came home and you found your wife's body?

- Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right, of course. Um...

I found her on her side. (clears throat)

The most horrifying expression on her face.

At first, I thought she was scared to death, literally.

Then I saw her arm and her

right calf were dismembered.

Eaten, actually.

The coroner found bite marks all over her body,

and of course, my dental records didn't match.

So...

How'd you feel?

Hm?

- Well, I just thought you might wanna talk

about your feelings, as far as coming down here

and seeing your son and wife.

Don't mention my son.

The police? They were terrorists.

They had no understanding of what I had to endure.

- I'm sorry. Just give me one quick second.

Yeah.

We'll be here.

All right.

All right. We are...

Rolling.

- All right, with your help, Apollo,

we'll convince the world of my innocence.

Hey, uh, that's okay.

You don't have to mention me. All right?

Apollo.

Don't tell me you're a nonbeliever.

- No, no, no, it's not that. You know, it's just...

This is your thing, okay? And I'm just filming it.

All right? That's cool?

- Let's get some air. I have something special to show you.

You can set that down.

Apollo!

From one artist to another.

I've buried myself in this passion.

- Oh, you took these? - Mm-hm.

Oh, okay. They're nice.

Thanks.

I, uh, apologize.

I don't have many visitors.

I don't always know how to act.

Probably why I choose animals.

They don't fuss over my peculiar nature. (chuckles)

Yeah, I've been like this for as long as I can remember.

- Oh, well, you're all right, man.

No, this is, this is cool. This is, this is really cool.

Mm.

Look.

The neighborhood kids. (chuckles)

What're they up to?

- Well, I'd guess that little one was double dog dared.

These kids think a witch lives in this house.

Always be mindful of your story, Apollo.

If you don't tell it correctly,

the world will tell it for you.

And there's my wife Deloris. (laughs)

Good to have a little fun with it. You know? (chuckles)

Apollo, I don't think we're gonna get everything

in the time we allotted for today.