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True Crime is a 1999 American mystery drama film directed by Clint Eastwood, and based on Andrew Klavan's 1995 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), an Oakland journalist recovering from alcoholism, is assigned to cover the execution of convicted murderer Frank Beechum (Isaiah Washington) following the death in a car wreck of Everett's colleague, Michelle Ziegler (Mary McCormack), who had originally been assigned to the story.
Everett, despite instructions to the contrary from his editor, investigates the background to the case and comes to suspect that Beechum has been wrongly convicted. He gets permission from his editor's boss to investigate, and is told that the top editor would call the Governor, and that would do the job, if Everett gets hard proof. He thus has a little over 12 hours to confirm his hunch and save Beechum.
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.