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Can an over-the-hill journalist uncover the evidence that can prove a death row inmate's innocence just hours before his execution?
Alan Mann: Stop fucking Bob's wife. He doesn't like it.
Steve Everett: You're right, pal. Santa Claus rides alone.
Alan Mann: Look, if he comes to me for your ass, I'm going to have to give it to him. Then you'll just be a hole, with no ass around it.
Steve Everett: When my nose tells me something stinks, I gotta have faith in it.
Alan Mann: I can't FART loud enough to express my opinion!
Steve Everett: Mister Beachum... Frankly I don't give a rat's ass about Jesus Christ and I don't care about justice in this world, or the next.
Steve Everett: [driving to the Governor's mansion, to try and get a last-minute reprieve for a condemned man] We go fast!
Kate Everett: I want to see the hippopotamus!
Steve Everett: OK, Lets play speed zoo!
Steve Everett: I'll have a Virgin Mary... heavy on the Virgin.
Alan Mann: [to Steve] No, I don't have to listen to you! I'm looking at you, I'm looking and I can see a reporter who's about to tell me he has a HUNCH! Do you want an opinion about reporters who have hunches?