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NO, PLEASE. DON'T HURT ME.
I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. NO!
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HIS WILL BE DONE.
THE ENGINE'S STILL WARM.
MAYBE WE SHOULD CALL FOR BACKUP.
AND SAY WHAT?
ALL RIGHT, THIS IS A TRICKY FUCKER.
NOW, I WANT YOU TO WATCH MY BACK.
AND I WANT YOU TO WATCH YOURS.
YOU GOT IT.
NO.
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SHIT.
JESUS, GOD ALMIGHTY.
- ST. ANDREW. - WHAT?
HE WAS CRUCIFIED UPSIDE DOWN.
STAY SHARP, WATCH MY BACK.
LOOK AROUND, ALL AROUND.
OH, GOD.
22.
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?
"AS A JEWEL IN A SWINE'S MOUTH,
SO IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WITHOUT DISCRETION."
GO, GO, GO.
COME ON.
OH, SHIT.
- - OH!
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NOW, YOU KNOW SOMETHING OF THE SUFFERING OF THE LORD!
SICK MOTHERFUCKER.
TELL ME-- TELL ME, HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO BE SO LUCKY TO BE BLESSED LIKE THE CHRIST?! HUH?
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OKAY.
NOTHING THERE.
YOU'RE REALLY AWAKE NOW, MAN.
OKAY.
OKAY.
DAMN.
Woman: DETECTIVE MORRELL, COULD YOU PLEASE DESCRIBE TO US
WHAT YOU SAW ON THE NIGHT IN QUESTION WHEN YOU ARRIVED?
Don: YES...
WE ARRIVED AT THE RANCH 00 P.M..
WE ENTERED CAUTIOUSLY.
I SAW THAT MAN RIGHT THERE, JOHN MATTHEW WHITMAN.
I SAW HIM CLEARLY.
Judge: PROCEED WITH THE QUESTIONING.
Man: DID YOU CLEARLY SEE HIS FACE FROM ACROSS THE STREET?
...EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S TALKING ABOUT?
- Judge: REPHRASE, COUNSELOR. - Man: IS IT TRUE THE STREET- LIGHT ON THE CORNER WAS OUT?
...WAS INCAPABLE OF THIS KIND OF BEHAVIOR.
Judge: SUSTAINED. REPHRASE, COUNSELOR.
Man: CLEARLY WE UNDERSTAND
WHITMAN WAS NOT CAPABLE OF DOING...
Judge: SUSTAINED, NEXT QUESTION.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THIS JURY,
THE EVIDENCE PRESENTED HERE TODAY
HAS PROVEN WITHOUT REASONABLE DOUBT
THAT JOHN MATTHEW WHITMAN DESERVES TO DIE
IN THE GAS CHAMBER FOR HIS CRIMES.
Judge: HAVE YOU ARRIVED AT A VERDICT?
THE DEFENDANT WILL NOW RISE AND FACE THE COURT.
JOHN MATTHEW WHITMAN,
YOU ARE FOUND GUILTY OF ALL NINE COUNTS OF MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE.
THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA HEREBY SENTENCES YOU
TO DIE IN THE GAS CHAMBER.
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING YOU WISH TO SAY TO THE COURT?
"WHAT THEN SHALL I DO WHEN GOD RISETH UP?
AND WHEN HE VISITETH,
WHAT SHALL I ANSWER HIM?"
THOSE WHO STAY THE HAND OF DIVINE VENGEANCE...
WILL THEMSELVES BE DAMNED.
- HI. - HI.
YOU'RE HERE EARLY.
IT'S BEEN A TOUGH TWO YEARS, ONE APPEAL AFTER ANOTHER.
- I'M READY TO PUT THIS BEHIND ME. - YEAH.
- HOW'S YOUR HAND? -
BABY, MAYBE I NEED TO DO THIS IN MY OWN RHYTHM.
AND AT THIS POINT, MAYBE YOU DON'T NEED TO
CHECK UP ON ME. WE'RE NOT--
MARRIED ANYMORE?
I KNOW THAT.
BUT I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU, DON.
GO.
Man: JOHN MATTHEW WHITMAN,
YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND GUILTY
OF THE MURDERS OF NINE PEOPLE
AND HAVE BEEN SENTENCED TO BE PUT TO DEATH
BY LETHAL GAS AT SAN QUENTIN PRISON
AS PRESCRIBED BY THE PENAL CODE OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA
ON THIS NIGHT OF JUNE 8th, AT MIDNIGHT.
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY BEFORE
SENTENCE IS CARRIED OUT?
HIS WILL BE DONE.
AMEN.
Man: JOHN MATTHEW WHITMAN IS DEAD.
RELAX NOW. NO HARM CAN COME TO YOU.
RELAX.
YOU WILL HAVE NO MEMORIES BEFORE THESE.
RELAX.
KNOW THAT YOU ARE STEVEN LLOYD SCHMIDT.
STEVEN LLOYD SCHMIDT, YOU WERE BORN JANUARY 21st...
YOUR FATHER WAS SHOP FOREMAN
AT BETHLEHEM STEEL UNTIL HIS ACCIDENT.
YOUR MOTHER WORKED 14 YEARS...
YOU GRADUATED CLASS OF 1975, 19th IN YOUR CLASS.
YOU ATTENDED LEHIGH UNIVERSITY, R.O.T.C.
STATIONED RAMSTEIN, GERMANY.
SECOND LIEUTENANT STEVEN LLOYD SCHMIDT,
BRAVO COMPANY, 177th.
YOUR CODE WORD IS,
"THE UNICORN IS IN THE GARDEN."
YOUR CODE IS...
"THE UNICORN IS IN THE GARDEN."
- - Player: COME ON, MAN, D UP.
Player #2: I'M TAKING HIM.
D UP ON HIM.
Player: IF YOU AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT, PASS IT!
Player #2: HERE! I'M OPEN!
Player: COME ON, YOU GOTTA PLAY SOME D.
- Player #3: 'SUP, COME ON! -
- I GOT HIM. - I'M OPEN. I'M OPEN.
- - HELLO.
BE RIGHT BACK, FELLAS.
Player: RIGHT, RIGHT. ALL RIGHT, COME ON.
- WHAT'S HAPPENING? - HEY, YOU.
EVEN ON YOUR DAY OFF, YOU'RE STILL WORKING WITH THE GANG KIDS.
WELL, IT HELPS...
KEEP THEM AND ME OFF THE STREETS.
AND I NEED THE EXERCISE.
I WAS GOING TO SAY,
YOU'RE LOOKING A LITTLE OUT OF SHAPE THERE.
- OH, THANK YOU. -
UM...
I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE DINNER WITH ME FRIDAY NIGHT.
- YOU GONNA COOK? - YES, I'M GONNA COOK.
DO YOU WANT TO HAVE DINNER WITH ME ON FRIDAY NIGHT OR NOT?
HEY, DEFINITELY. IT'S COOL.
- 8:00. 00,
I NEED TO GET UP EARLY FOR A DEPOSITION.
YOU...
YOU SURE YOU WANT TO? I MEAN...
AREN'T YOU?
YOU SEEM KINDA LIKE YOU'RE BUSY, YOU KNOW.
YOU KNOW THAT USED TO BE MY LINE.
OKAY, FRIDAY NIGHT.
- 7:00. - OKAY.
- - SEE YA.
Player: BYE, GORGEOUS.
HEY! WHAT Y'ALL LOOKING AT?
[ crowd chattering over TV ]
- Four more years. - Perry!
The senator from this state.
TWO MORE MINUTES TILL THE SENATOR ARRIVES.
DO YOU COPY THAT, SCHMIDT?
COPY.
TILT THE CAMERA A FEW DEGREES.
SENATOR SHOULD BE THERE IN ONE MORE MINUTE.
Man: HE'S COMING UP. HE'S PULLING UP.
Man: YOU GO GET 'EM, SENATOR.
YOU GO GET 'EM.
GET 'EM, SAM. GO GET 'EM.
- OH! -
Man: GET THAT MAN!
SOMEBODY, DO SOMETHING!
SCHMIDT, NEUTRALIZE THE TARGET, NOW.
THE UNICORN IS IN THE GARDEN.
HIT HIM NOW!
SHIT.
SORRY, NORWOOD.
YOUR MUMBO JUMBO NEVER REALLY WORKED.
But I did enjoy killing his bodyguards.
I QUIT.
- THANK YOU. - YOU'RE WELCOME.
Man: ATTENTION, PLEASE.
THE SAN DIEGO COUNTY COURT OF RECORDS DIVISION IS NOW CLOSING.
PLEASE CONCLUDE YOUR BUSINESS IMMEDIATELY. THANK YOU.
- SEE YOU TOMORROW. - ALL RIGHT, TAKE CARE.
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