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Mr. Pickton says it was with a woman who stabbed him in 1997.
After four hours of intense interrogation, Mr. Pickton began reacting emotionally to repeated accusations that he murdered two women, and possibly more.
"I'm sorry for living," Mr. Pickton says, as he is pressed about what happened to several of Vancouver's missing women. Looking as if he was about to shed a tear, he says he would trade his life for any of those women if he could.
But 30 minutes later, he raises his voice and, waving his hands, insists he did not kill Mona Wilson or any other woman that he has been accused of killing. "What makes you think I did it?" he asks.
He continues to deny committing the murders even after he is shown a taped police interview in which an acquaintance, Andrew Bellwood, can be heard saying Mr. Pickton had told him how he kills women. "He shows me how he does it," Mr. Bellwood told the police. Mr. Pickton said he killed women from behind, bled them and fed them to his pigs, Mr. Bellwood recalled.
"Funny stories there, aren't they," Mr. Pickton says after the tape is played during the interrogation.
Mr. Pickton had earlier been shown a police interview with another friend, Dwayne Chubb, who recalled Mr. Pickton advising that an injection of windshield washer fluid was a good way to kill a drug addict.
Mr. Pickton told his interrogator he was surprised that Mr. Chubb had spoken to police. He did not react to the accusation.
On several occasions, Mr. Pickton says he should not talk to the police without a lawyer. The police agree and tell him it is up to him if he wishes to say anything. He continues to talk.
At least three times in the early hours of the police interview, Mr. Pickton says that he wants to return to his cell. The police say they are not going to take him and continue with the interrogation.
As the hours pass during the interview, Mr. Pickton appears to become more and more depressed. For extended periods, he sinks lower in his chair, his eyes closed and head bent over in his left hand, as if trying to shield himself from the verbal onslaught.
"So I'm being charged with murder two, two murders, right?" he says, six hours into the interview. "Yup, for now," replies Staff-Sgt. Fordy, who was sergeant at the time. "How does that make you feel, Rob?
"Makes me feel sick," Mr. Pickton replies. He asks if he is going to get bail. "Absolutely not," Staff-Sgt. Fordy says, as he continues to press Mr. Pickton.
"I didn't do anything," Mr. Pickton says.
"I'm locked up forever," he tells Constable Dana Lillies later, after she steps in to take over for Staff-Sgt. Fordy in the interrogation room.
Constable Lillies asks him if he has eaten during the interrogation.
"Do I deserve anything to eat?" Mr. Pickton asks. "I should be on death row. . . . I'm finished. . . . I'm dead. I'm a walking corpse."
When Constable Lillies pushes him for answers, he says he didn't do anything. But he also says he feels it's pointless to respond.
"What's it gonna do? I'm nailed to the cross," he says.
Mr. Pickton says he might as well accept that he is going to spend the rest of his life in jail.
"I want to die," Mr. Pickton says.
The officer goes over in graphic detail the evidence found by police on the Pickton farm. For much of the time, Mr. Pickton sits unmoved by whatever he hears, asking how the evidence is connected to him.
The DNA proof is irrefutable, Staff-Sgt. Fordy says, as he shows Mr. Pickton photos of blood on mattresses, floors and walls and a spot where a body has been dragged. "It's huge amounts of blood, Rob," Staff-Sgt. Fordy says, adding it was Ms. Wilson's blood.
"But that don't mean I did it," Mr. Pickton says. "I didn't do anything, I don't know her. . . . I don't know her face or anything else."