The second you see something shiny, you latch onto it and don't let go... no wonder the motive this week was greed.
[Dio steps in front of his podium, leaning against it with one hand and using the other to dramatically gesticulate. His legs are crossed jauntily.]
I want each and every one of you to really think about what you're looking at, here. This is a premediated murder, you know? Wake would never give anyone a reason to defend themselves from him. Someone spent several hours gathering supplies and then took a few more hours to get that boy alone in the perfect location. The culprit had minutes on end when nobody saw them. [A cutting aside that really strikes him as an opportunity to mock, not to grieve.] Especially not Ursula with her precious little patrol! [Anyway, he's building up momentum here to something he finds simultaneously infuriating and funny.] They brought a change of clothing - which doesn't even fit me, by the way - so they were obviously thinking about the way they would look after getting into this whole oh so heinous crime action, and you're telling me they didn't pick up a LITTLE FUCKING PIECE OF ROPE?
[He lets that hang in the air, then waves outward with both index fingers pointing out of curled fists, continuing with cool determination.] No. Not in a million years. Either there's a damn good reason I couldn't just tie the chain right the fuck back onto my shoe where it belongs, or someone put it smack dab in the middle of the crime scene on purpose and is trying to kill me. The same person who fed trusting old Wake sleeping pills and then struck him on the head - from behind, for some reason, so it's not as if he were standing up straight to run away at that point. And who had a radio handy to drop into the tank even though they were carrying all these other tools. Come on. I've seen lots of courts and lots of circuses. There's a difference. Show me which one this is supposed to be.
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[Dio steps in front of his podium, leaning against it with one hand and using the other to dramatically gesticulate. His legs are crossed jauntily.]
I want each and every one of you to really think about what you're looking at, here. This is a premediated murder, you know? Wake would never give anyone a reason to defend themselves from him. Someone spent several hours gathering supplies and then took a few more hours to get that boy alone in the perfect location. The culprit had minutes on end when nobody saw them. [A cutting aside that really strikes him as an opportunity to mock, not to grieve.] Especially not Ursula with her precious little patrol! [Anyway, he's building up momentum here to something he finds simultaneously infuriating and funny.] They brought a change of clothing - which doesn't even fit me, by the way - so they were obviously thinking about the way they would look after getting into this whole oh so heinous crime action, and you're telling me they didn't pick up a LITTLE FUCKING PIECE OF ROPE?
[He lets that hang in the air, then waves outward with both index fingers pointing out of curled fists, continuing with cool determination.] No. Not in a million years. Either there's a damn good reason I couldn't just tie the chain right the fuck back onto my shoe where it belongs, or someone put it smack dab in the middle of the crime scene on purpose and is trying to kill me. The same person who fed trusting old Wake sleeping pills and then struck him on the head - from behind, for some reason, so it's not as if he were standing up straight to run away at that point. And who had a radio handy to drop into the tank even though they were carrying all these other tools. Come on. I've seen lots of courts and lots of circuses. There's a difference. Show me which one this is supposed to be.