Primal Fear Page #3
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- Year:
- 1996
- 129 min
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Stampler.
- You from Kentucky, Aaron?
- Yes, sir. I'm from Creekside.
- Does it say that there?
- No.
How long have you been
here in Chicago?
Two years next month, I think.
- Have you been arrested?
- No, sir.
How do you know the Archbishop?
I was begging on the street,
up on the Wacker Drive.
Bishop Rushman came by
in his Cadillac.
He saw me and he stopped.
He took me into Savior House.
I work as an altar boy.
And I sing in his choir.
How long were you there, Aaron,
Savior House?
A year. Year and a half.
You're supposed to leave
when you're 1 8, but...
But Bishop Rushman let me stay on
way past my 1 9th birthday.
That was nice of him.
Yes. Yes, it was.
Aaron, did you have any reason
to dislike the Archbishop?
Dislike? No, no, sir.
He was like a father to me.
Yeah, but you...
How am I gonna say this?
Were you in the room
when he was murdered?
How can you explain that?
There was someone else
in that room, Mr Vail.
- Yes, sir.
- Did you tell the police this?
- Yes, I did.
- But they didn't believe me.
- All right. You tell me now.
I was returning a book
to Bishop Rushman's library.
I heard a noise,
so I went back into his bedroom.
Bishop Rushman
was lying on the floor.
There was blood all over everthing.
Then I saw the shadow.
I saw a person
Ieaning over Bishop Rushman.
He looked up, and he came at me.
And that's when I lost time.
What does that mean? Lost time?
I bla... I blacked out.
It happens to me sometimes.
I have...
..spells. I have spells.
I lose time.
I can't remember nothing.
Why did you run from the police,
Aaron, if you didn't do anything wrong?
Well, when I woke up,
I was covered in blood.
I didn't know what to do.
I got scared,
I heard sirens, so I ran.
Look, I know how it looks, Mr Vail,
but I swear...
I don't need you to convince me.
Just answer my questions.
- I didn't do this. You got to believe me.
- No, I don't. I don't care.
I am your attorney, which means
I'm your mother, your father,
your best friend and your priest.
I don't want you talking
to anyone but me.
Not the cops, the press,
the guys in the cells, nobody,
without my permission.
You understand?
- Yeah?
- Yes. Yes, I do.
All right. Now the important stuff.
What's your suit size?
- My what?
- Suit size. What are you? A 38"?
- I don't know.
- Well, a 38" Iong.
The police flushed Stampler from
his hiding place behind the Cathedral.
They chased him through
the train yard, almost losing him
as he scrambled over tracks before
an oncoming train separated them.
Prominent local criminal
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