Fuck, you can't just start taking swings at the guy.
What's your plan, Roger?
As long as it takes, Mark.
What do you want me to tell Charlie?
And Frank, he's getting antsy.
It takes.
Look, we all want to get out of here.
Alright, fine.
Forget what I said before.
Just fucking lay into the guy, alright?
Just give me one more minute.
Are we done here?
There's just a few things I wanted to ask through the air.
Two hours of questions, and it's all still so unclear.
Good to go.
Ready when you are.
Sounds ready.
Action.
Could you please walk us through what happened on that day?
We've already talked about that, Roger.
Just think of it as another take, Frank.
Your final draft.
It said before you were sleeping, correct?
Yeah.
Care to elaborate?
You never did earlier.
Frank, we're making a documentary.
We don't have to converse.
I ask questions, you answer colorfully if you can.
Usually, anything that pertains to one of the five senses grabs the most attention.
It was cold.
Really had been, she had been taking a nap.
She would every day around three or so.
I was feeling tired.
So I said, so what?
Two hours later, she was gone.
When did you realize she had run away?
She didn't fucking run away.
She was stolen.
Do I need to clear that up for you?
Frank.
What time did you wake up, Frank?
7.30.
You checked the time?
I called the police at 7.35.
You weren't home when the police had arrived?
I was out looking for my daughter.
You didn't think it was a good idea?
Like any good father would.
Let's clear up.
There it is again.
Those words, let's clear everything up.
Shall we?
Martin Wells, does that name mean anything to you?
What are you getting at?
Do you know he's on death row?
Do you know that?
I do.
Do you know that he has never confessed to the crime?
Even after all these years.
Even while on death row.
Are you trying to say something, Roger?
Don't you think it's hard that he's never confessed?
That's correct.
Excuse me.
He never confessed.
No, the French didn't stop using the guillotine until the 1950s.
Of course, back then they never told people when they were going to die.
They thought that was too cruel.
Instead, prisoners would wait in their cells for days, weeks, months,
until they heard the inevitable knock on their door.
Two guards would bring the guillotine in, lay the man down,
drop the blade, all of it over in 30 seconds.
No injections, no fanfare, simple, efficient.
These days, prisoners are showered with everything from a soft bed to a final meal,
including your father.
Am I correct?
Now, please, humor me.
Are you here?
I want you to tell the truth.
I've done nothing but...
You let an innocent man go to prison.
Do you know how long he's been in there?
In that hellhole?
You're blinded by blood, Roger.
I knew...
Look at the facts.
I knew my father, he would have never hurt anyone.
The darkest secrets are always the hardest to find.
Are you sure you knew your father that well?
I am.
I don't.
I have enough evidence to prove otherwise.
Prove what?
That you killed her.
Okay, let's cut.
Do not cut!
You destroyed us, Frank, and you'll never escape that fact because I will not let you.
You've been running away from the truth with your legs cut off,
and eventually I will catch up.
How about for once you do the right thing, tell the truth.
Do it for yourself, do it for Lily.
Tell everyone the truth, Frank.
My son doesn't speak to me.
My wife left ten years ago.
I found my daughter in the woods,
buried under a pile of shit and leaves,
their stomach ripped out of her body
as if she had been mulled by some fucking wild animal.
Have I answered all your questions?
You have ten minutes to get out of my house.
Goodbye, Roger.
Great stuff.
You are my love.
You are my love.
