[about his father] He had things the way he liked them. And, if anybody screwed it up, he had these big, thick hands. Sometimes my mother had to lock herself in the basement.
Ten years. I'm still scared of those hands. He smoked like a chimney. Cancer. He'd lay there in that hospital room, with tubes coming out of his arms. They pumped him full of morphine, so he wouldn't know how much he hurt. He didn't know where he was. This tough ... He just lay there. He was breathing, and then he was gone. I don't know why I'm talking about this. I never talk about this. Let's play darts.
[voiceover narration over Kincaid's death scene] A crowd of people stood and cheered when he raped her. They were supposedly good people, and they did nothing. Then he beat her to death with a tire iron. And today, the state of New York got its revenge. It's not enough, and it's too much.