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True Crime is a 1999 American mystery drama film directed by Clint Eastwood, and based on Andrew Klavan's 1997 novel of the same name. Eastwood also stars in the film as a journalist covering the execution of a death row inmate, only to discover that the convict may actually be innocent.
Steve Everett (Clint Eastwood) is an Oakland journalist recovering from alcoholism, who is assigned to cover the execution of convicted murderer Frank Beechum (Isaiah Washington). Everett discovers that Beechum might be innocent, but has only a few hours to prove his theory and save Beechum's life. Eventually Steve learns that the killer was a young man named Warren, who was himself killed three years previously, but Steve is unable to prove it. Steve sees a necklace which belonged to the victim on TV, and remembers Warren's grandmother wearing it when he visited her. He confronts her again, but she has come to the same realization about the murder. They rush off to alert the governor as the execution starts. They reach the governor just in time to save Frank. The plot is similar to a 2003 American movie called The Life of David Gale, though the outcomes are different.
Something is broken, broken to the core.
Infection is growing, pulled until it's tore.
Should I call the Dr.--probably ought to.
What's he gonna say?--go away.
The thoughts keep a coming--coming, coming.
Make em go away--make em go away.
It's a high time for a true crime,
it's a bad sign my heads not screwed on right.
Sleep eludes me and I'm needing it, needing it tonight.
I know a way to stop this...but I'm not sure if its right.
My heart keep pounding and feeling it, feeling it tonight.
Help me stop the headaches--you haven't earned it.
Tell me what to do--I think you know.
Get it out of my skull--"you're skull?", My skull.
Just leave me alone--never gonna go--
Say how's the medication?
Bad reaction--Do you even know? what I'm on--maybe take a Valium?
then gimme, gimme-it'll help you get alone.
It'll help me get alone.
It's a high time for a true crime,
it's a bad sign my head's not screwed on right.
Sleep eludes me and I'm needing it, needing it tonight.
I know a way to stop this...but I'm not sure if its right.
My heart keep pounding and feeling it, feeling it tonight.
Nighttime is talking to me, taunting and calling saying
"got you", "get you", "it's inside you"...
Talking to me yeah it's talking to me all night.
It's a high time for a true crime,
it's a bad sign my head's not screwed on right.
Sleep eludes me and I'm needing it, needing it tonight.
I know a way to stop this...but I'm not sure if its right.
My heart keep pounding and feeling it, feeling it tonight.