RECORDING TWO

Michael

[static, sound of scuffling]

Officer Kelly: Mr. Clifford, we're going to need you to sit in your chair.

Michael: Yeah, yeah. [two thumps]

K: Would you mind taking your feet off of the table?

M: Yeah, I'd mind.

K: Feet off the table. Now.

M: [under his breath] Jeez, fine. [slams feet on the floor]

K: [audible deep breath] Mr. Clifford, you understand everything you are saying from this point on is being audio recorded until I tell you otherwise? Anything you say may be used against you in trial. You reserve the right to remain silent.

M: So if I say I don't give a fuck, is that used against me?

K: Yes.

M: Cool. Got it.

K: Please clearly state that you understand you are being recorded.

M: [mimicking her] I clearly understand that I'm being recorded, although frankly, I don't give a-

K: Mr. Clifford, do you concede to the fact that you intentionally set the local residence on Elm Street on fire?

M: Fire is pretty.

K: Answer the question.

M: Yes, I did set the bastard's house on fire.

K: Were you aware that it was the household of your classmate Luke Hemmings?

M: Didn't I say the bastard's house?

K: Please clearly state the answer.

M: [sighs] Yes, I was aware it was Luke's house.

K: Why did you do that?

[silence]

K: Did you have a motive?

M: I reserve the right to remain silent.

K: Noted. [pen scratches against a notepad]

M: Hey, what're you writing?

K: [notebook sliding off table] Nothing of concern.

M: You think I'm crazy, don't you?

K: Pyromaniac.

M: [simultaneously] I'm not insane!

K: Calm down, Mr. Clifford.

M: [chair legs screech against the floor] NO!

K: [low] Security?

M: NO! I'm not insane! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME AGAIN!

K: Again?

[silence]

K: Mr. Clifford, have you been detained before?

M: [barely audible] They tried.

K: Pardon?

M: Never mind. Fuck off. Can I leave now?

[door slams against the wall]

[tape ends]