:05:37
What a view.
:05:41
- I'm not who you think I am.
- No?
:05:46
Walter Finch:
:05:48
Lousy writer. Lonely freak.
:05:51
Murderer. No?
:05:55
When I was 7, my grandmother
took me to Portland.
:05:59
We were walking along
and two guys snatched her purse.
:06:03
A police officer came
to ask questions.
:06:06
He stood the whole time.
Uniform looked brand-new.
:06:10
Shoes, badge were polished.
It was like a soldier, only better.
:06:14
I respect your profession.
I write about it.
:06:17
I wanted to become a cop after school.
I couldn't pass all the tests.
:06:22
You should've tried Internal Affairs.
They'd have taken you.
:06:26
What do you want from me?
:06:28
After Kay died, I knew everyone
would think I meant to do it.
:06:33
So I cleaned the body, removed
all evidence connecting it to me.
:06:38
Except for your fucking novel.
:06:41
You don't always see
the wood for the trees.
:06:44
You, for one, should have
figured that out by now.
:06:57
When I heard they had brought
somebody from L.A., I panicked.