Maurice Chamas

Jeremy hands Barton a summary of what Barton told the FBI.

Barton's alleged hit on his wife, his confession to killing women and burying them in the desert.

Barton takes the pages and reads.

He's scowling, looking like he's trying to take the information in.

From the jump, Barton's obviously confused, almost a little disoriented.

But it seems like he's making a real effort to focus.

He makes his way through the report slowly, his eyes getting wider and wider as he reads.

I need a lawyer.

It's possible that this represented the high point of the interview with Eddie Barton.

Because as we continue talking, the employees at this care facility start wondering if maybe their visitation protocols are a little too loose.

Someone comes over.

They say to observe.

But I peek over and see them on their phones Googling all the desert killer stories I've Googled in the past myself.

We have now fully entered Coen Brothers' territory.

Other residents scoot by as we talk, rubbernecking as they slowly push their walkers past us.

At some point, apparently fully on alert now, someone on staff tells us they've called the sheriff's office.

They tell Barton they want to protect his privacy.

This kind of pisses Barton off, who does not appreciate being infantilized.

He explicitly told us he didn't commit these murders, but he tells his minders that he still wants to talk to Jeremy about David Wood.

Somehow in all this, Barton seems to have missed the central thrust of Jeremy's reason for being here.