Nick Rice:
[sitting across from him at their table]
Is your name Clyde Alexander Shelton?
Clyde Shelton:
Yes, sir.
Nick Rice:
And you've waived your right to counsel, is that correct?
Clyde Shelton:
Yes, sir.
Nick Rice:
You sure you want to do that?
Clyde Shelton:
Yes.
Nick Rice:
Did you murder Clarence Darby?
Clyde Shelton:
I wanted him dead. He killed my wife and child.
Nick Rice:
Rupert Ames, did you murder him as well?
Clyde Shelton:
Rupert Ames deserved to die. They both deserved to die.
Nick Rice:
So you arranged both of those murders?
Clyde Shelton:
Yes, I planned it in my head over and over again. It took me a long time.
Nick Rice:
All right. I guess we're done here.
[gets up to leave]
Clyde Shelton:
Counselor? You might want to cancel your 12:30 lunch with Judge Roberts.
Nick Rice:
Excuse me?
Clyde Shelton:
In fact, you might want to cancel the rest of the week because you're going to be busy. Sit down.
Nick Rice:
We're done here. We have your confession.
Clyde Shelton:
Oh, you do?
Nick Rice:
On tape. See, in our profession, we consider that a "slam dunk".
Clyde Shelton:
Oh, really? I don't think so. Let's think back. What did I say? That "I wanted to kill Clarence Darby"? Yeah, sure. What father wouldn't? That "Darby and Ames both deserved to die"? I think most people would agree with that. That "I planned it over and over in my head"? Yeah, who wouldn't fantasize about that? None of these are an admission of guilt, Nick. You might wanna check the tape.
Nick Rice:
We know you did it.
Clyde Shelton:
Well, *it's not what you know, it's what you can prove in court*! Didn't you tell me that once?
