Nick Rice:
[standing in front of him with his arms crossed]
The only problem with your theory is that Darby's body was found on your property.
Clyde Shelton:
One of my many properties. An old abandoned warehouse, Nick. Junkies, they trespass there all the time. Isn't Darby involved in the drug trade? That's an unsavory world. I bet you a jury would agree. Or perhaps someone was trying to frame me.
Nick Rice:
You know, Clyde, there's a lot of assholes in prison that thought they were smarter than me. Let's stop fucking around.
Clyde Shelton:
Nick, unless you have any hard evidence, then why are we even here? Why are we having this conversation?
Nick Rice:
What do you want?
Clyde Shelton:
Well, that's easy. Now you're the one who makes deals with murderers, yeah? So I've come to make mine. I will give you a confession, a real confession. You just have to give me something in return.
Nick Rice:
Yeah, well, since you are a murderer, what might that be?
Clyde Shelton:
A bed. But a nice bed. I want a nice new one for my cell. Very simple. You're gonna have to deal with that, because the one I have is lumpy, Nick. It's making me crazy.
Nick Rice:
[after laughing at his request]
I think you got confused with detail people. See, I don't deal with prison conditions.
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