forensic psychologist.
Its a fancy way of saying...
Im a guy who walks into a room like that...
and determines the hows and whys.
Then you dont need to hear from me.
No, no, I dont, but I need for you...
to confirm a couple of things for me.
For instance, did Edmond often beat you after he drank?
And the turtleneck youre wearing...
is that to hide bruises?
Do you often have to hide marks that he
live in it,
no matter where you run.
Welcome to
the red light district.
Are there people
in those bags?
Jeez, looks like weve died
and gone to hell.
...as soon as we
get the details...
Lets not stick around
to meet any of them.
Scotty, get your ass down here.
Make sure youre zipped up tight...
The coroner says
theyre all toxic.
Roger, Im coming down.
Wouldnt want to miss
all the poison pigshit.
O
lived in the building...
sometimes a visitor and friend
to Sydney Barringer...
said that he had seen,
six days prior...
the loading of the shotgun.
Ricky, come here a minute.
It seems that all
the arguing and fighting...
and violence was far too much
for Sydney Barringer...
and knowing his mother and
fathers tendency to fight...
he decided to do something.
He said he wanted them
to kill each othe
forensic penal facility devoted to
research.
Once again her eyes fix on the balcony to reassure herself
that the smiling man is not there...
HELEN
Confined for life, without parole,
and subjected to scientific study,
these mens lives might finally, in
some small measure, educate and
thereby protect society. Thank
you.
Applause as Helen warily checks for the TWO COPS. They are
carefully casing the
finally goes under about 2:20am, 2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, ending about half a mile away, going 20 or 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Brrrroo! Brrooo! Pretty cool, huh? OLD ROSE: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was somewhat different. BROCK: Will you share it with us? LIZZY: Im taking her