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You can do that.

Hello. You must be the reporter.

And you must be Mr.

Stinson.

Please, just call me James.

Okay.

Where are my manners?

Please, come in.

Aren't you a little bit young for a reporter?

Maybe. I'm 22, but everyone I know says I have an old soul,

so...

Where would you like to do this?

Wherever you're comfortable.

In here.

Looks fine.

So, do you mind if I record this?

No, please.

I'm tired of being misquoted.

Understandable.

Okay.

First things first.

Why, after all this time, you decide to do your first face -to -face interview

with a small -town college newspaper after...

Avoiding the press for years.

You're not the first person to call me on the anniversary of the crime.

But you are the first person to call me and tell me that they believe I'm not

guilty.

The first person to offer to let me tell my side of the story.

As you know, it was all over the news.

It's all that anybody could talk about. Morning and night, 24 hours a day, every

channel. Mr. Stinson's murder.

Guilty until proven innocent by a jury of your peers, I guess.

It's a very, very isolating place to be. Very lonely existence.

I can imagine.

Well, maybe we can try to dispel some of those things, and once the

story comes out, people will finally see the truth.

So, tell me on the record, are you guilty?

Am I guilty?

Of course I'm guilty.

Guilty of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was the last person seen with... Darlene Davis.

Yes, Darlene Davis.

I replay over and over in my head, being at the club that night, being seen with

her.

I try to forget that moment.

Explain to me, if you will, the blood found all

over her shirt.

The one that...

I found noted in the police evidence as taken from the scene of a non

-consensual sex act.

Non -consensual.

Look, I'll explain it to you the same way that I explained it to the police.

With truth.

She had a nosebleed.

We were together dancing that night at the club. She got close to me. She bled

on my shirt.

What I want to know is why the news isn't reporting and didn't report that

was an avid drug user who was prone to nosebleed.

Okay.

Well, the police pulled the security footage from the club that night.

You gave them full consent.

to search your entire home, where they found Darlene's shirt, which would

lead to your arrest and trial.

Why would you lead the police here knowing that there was that piece of

that would put you at the scene that night?

Why would I hide the shirt unless I knew it was a piece of evidence?

I had no reason to not invite those police into my house.

Look, when I left that woman, she was alive.

Okay.

Then why did you lie to the police about where you went after you left the club

that night if you had nothing to hide?

I've seen enough cop shows to know that the police are more than willing to pin

a murder on an innocent person that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That's why I told them I went to go get a hamburger.

It's a stupid mistake.

Something that I will regret for the rest of my life.

Well, you can see why that story sounds a little thin, right?

And then you coincidentally take the route back

to your home that was the most out of the way.

oddly enough, in the part of town that had no cameras on the traffic light.

Turn that off.

Okay.

What is this?

Hmm?

You said you were coming here to let me tell my side of the story.

Not to berate me, not to go over the facts again, and not to reprove my guilt

everyone else.

If there's something going on here, if you have an ulterior motive that you're

not telling me about, there is going to be a problem.

No.

Not at all.

I believe that you're innocent, but...

With my job, I have to ask the hard questions.

I hope you understand.

Would you like a glass of water?

Sure.

Sure.

Thank you.

back to the night of the murder just to clear up any misconceptions.

Give me your recount of that night.

Well, I wanted to go out that night. I had a long week at work.

I just needed to get something off my chest, I guess.

But none of my friends wanted to go out to the club. They all were...

Sitting around boring, I don't know, at this point.

But I went, and I went alone.

That's where I met Darlene.

We danced a little bit, had a couple of cocktails, and then I went home.

Alone.

Tell me about Darlene.

How was she that night? Was she...

Happy to take them off.

Get a sense of her.

I mean, how much of a sense of a person can you get in a loud, crowded bar?

We were, we changed a few words.

You know, we got a little intimate, a little close, dance.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I didn't get a sense of her at all.

I don't get it. Why all this interest in Darlene?

Just trying to get a sense of the victim as well.

Like I already said, you can only get to know a person so much in that kind of

environment.

But there is one thing that I can tell you about her.

She had a certain kind of reputation.

Reputation for being the kind of whore that would do anything for

a fix.

Some people might even say that she got what she deserved that night

I Need to use

your restroom

You'll have to excuse me for running off like that.

I think I had something that rips at my stomach.

It's quite all right.

I'm used to people running away from me.

I'd like to continue the interview, if that's fine.

Get a little bit more...

Inside your head?

Is that why you sat close to me?

Because you want to get more personal?

Is that alright?

I don't think getting personal with me is a very good idea.

Well, I think it would be good for the interview.

Do you mind if I continue?

Now tell me, how did you feel when you were convicted

of that horrible, brutal murder?

I felt alone.

I felt more alone than I've ever felt in my entire life.

I felt what real fear felt like.

I felt...

Anger.

I felt rage.

Terrible.

I know the feeling.

My mother died when I was

very young.

And while most of my childhood was a blur, I do remember

feeling loneliness, confusion,

fear, anger.

I felt like I was the only one in the world that felt that way.

And then I started having other feelings creep

into my mind.

Darkness.

It was this thing that just started to grow inside me.

And I was so scared.

I never ran away from it.

I ran towards it.

And I embraced it.

You know what darkness I'm talking about.

It lives inside you.

Doesn't it, James?

And you acted on it.

That night, all those years ago.

You saying that you think that... I don't think anything.

I know you killed that woman.

The fuck is this shit?

You said you were going to come here and let me tell my side of the story. You

said you were going to be different.

I know what I said.

And I am different.

I'm so much different than all of those other bullshit reporters.

You're the reason why I became a reporter.

Because of you.

I loved your story and I just wanted to come and see you. And

all of my hard work has been for this moment right here.

I wanted to know everything.

And yeah, I lied.

But I knew that you would never even consider meeting me if I didn't say

that I didn't think that you were guilty. You have to understand, please.

needed you to tell me. No, show me everything that you deserve.

Every little detail.

I'm not going to do that. I'm not playing this sick fucking game you're

no, no.

Please, like, we have a connection.

You and me.

A bond.

And I came all this way for you to show me.

No. What'd she do?

No. Did she fight you? No.

Was she this close? Was she screaming?

No. Show me. Show me!

Stop this. Show me, please!

Please! Is this what you want?

Is this the monster?

Yes, show me what you did to her.

Yes!

Did you hold her down like this?

Show me who you really are.

to be a piece of fucking meat. Huh?

Huh? I would like to make your personal decisions taken away from you.

Fucking twat.

Look at

me just like she

did.

We're on a bench.

I'm like, you need to live.

It's a real shame, you know that?

Such an innocent life.

To climb on top of it, I want you to put it

inside your little body.

I did it.

Just like this.

Looking into her eyes.

I fucking did it.

I'm scared to help get someone's attention.

It never works.

What happened to you?

What did you do to yourself?

Why did you do this to me?

You did this to me.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You're so easy to fool.

Do you not even think to Google me?

There are no Lois Browns that look anything like me.

Oh, no.

And this?

I'm not getting rid of this.

The police are going to want to analyze it when they get here.

The police?

Yeah, the police.

You see, James?

When a crying girl calls the police and tells them that she's being sexually

assaulted... I did not sexually assault you.

But James... Your handprints are all over my throat.

I'm covered in your DNA.

I mean, God, look at my face.

And this time... I'm alive to testify.

Unlike my mom.

Your mom?

Yes.

Darlene Davis, ring a bell?

She was my mother.

You fucking bitch.

No, no, no, no, no. Let's not make any rash decisions.

Look, wait!

The police are going to be here any minute.

You don't have any time to hide the body.

You're already going away on a sexual assault charge. Do you really want to go

away on another murder?

You fucking killed her and now I fuck you. I've got everything.

Your life, your freedom.

It's fucking over.

Bitch, I'm gonna fucking erase you the same way I did your whore mother.

Maybe someday.