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Sweet dinner.

This well -known therapist's husband was found dead in their home about a week

and a half ago.

We're pretty locked in on a suspect.

They took me into this room and they used all their scare tactics on me. They

said they have all this evidence on me. Wait, wait, wait. What evidence?

My fucking journal.

Your psycho journal.

If they're going to build a case against you,

We have to build one against her.

What do we win by turning her into the police, though?

Look, I know it's going to be hard for you to understand, but she used you.

What are you doing?

You asked me to kill him, and you offered to pay me. No, not with that.

That never happened. Yes, it did. Based on the lab report.

Seems like he wasn't alone.

Had a little help from his step -sister, Holly.

No way.

Yeah.

Yeah? Hi, I'm Gray.

I heard that your brother was arrested yesterday.

Look, if you're with the police, I'm talking to them tomorrow at 3.

No, I'm actually not a cop. I'm a private investigator.

The victim's family had some suspicion that the wife had something to do with

the murder, so they hired me to do some investigative work.

My stepbrother was a patient of Hannah's for years, was in love with her.

Do anything for her.

And she knew it.

So, two weeks ago out of the blue, she fucked him and dropped a bomb cell.

She wanted him to kill her husband.

There's the key to my house.

Steve gets home 2, 3 in the afternoon.

I already have a gun.

You want me to shoot him?

It's unlicensed. Don't worry.

She had it all planned out.

Meticulously.

She was going to make it look like her husband had walked in on a robbery, and

she was going to pay Ethan half a million to kill him.

Half a million is a lot of money.

Yeah, she was saying something about having this lottery ticket worth

that she hadn't cashed in yet.

So, where exactly did things go wrong?

Ethan came home that day, told me the plan.

I knew he was never going to go through with it.

My brother's not a murderer.

But I'm a greedy little bitch.

I still wanted the money. And if Hannah had a winning lottery ticket, I sure as

shit wanted to fight it.

So today you can vote to feel Hannah's husband.

I go instead.

I thought they'd largely left for the day.

The second thing left.

to find the ticket before Steve was scheduled to return home at 2 o 'clock.

I looked everywhere.

In all the obvious places.

In less obvious places.

But I couldn't find it anywhere.

About an hour into my search, I hear the front door open. The surprise for

Hannah was a fucking anniversary party.

What the hell are you doing in my house?

I, um... I... I'm your surprise.

Your what?

Hannah hired me as a pre -anniversary celebration gift.

Hired you for what?

I'm the stripper.

You are a stripper.

I'm here to give you a, uh...

Private show.

My wife hired a stripper. I knew it was a convoluted lie, but getting people to

believe my lie is one of my strengths.

But did he believe you?

When it comes to sex, man, I don't believe anything.

So I sat him down and gave him a little show.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

sure

I have a question.

I really love what you're

doing, but I wonder how much would it be for a blowjob?

I'm not allowed to take pain for a special purpose.

I get that.

But what if it's a donation?

Then it would be at least 500.

Done.

Perfectly.

All right.

So how much of a donation would it be for sex?

A thousand.

Done.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry.

Cool.

Thank you.

That's good.

Oh,

that looks good.

Is that what you want?

I love you.

Show me how difficult it is.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Just like that.

Oh, yeah.

That grinded.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

Because we're going to want to put that all the way in there.

Thank you.

I don't want.

Oh fuck, I want to cum so badly.

Where do you want me to put them?

Right here.

Right here?

Yes,

yes, yes.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

but I thought, why not go for the millions?

So that's when I came up with plan B.

I just needed Steve gone for a few hours so I could find the ticket and get the

fuck out of there.

I searched the bathroom, find a bottle of prescription strength sleeping pills

and slip them into his champagne.

He was passed out within 30 minutes.

He was still alive at this point. Yes!

And what time was that?

Maybe 2 .30. I was cleaning up my prints when I heard the door opening again.

Steve? It was Hannah.

She came home early, probably hoping Ethan had already killed her husband.

So I grabbed my stuff and I get the fuck out of there.

That's why they found your prints on the door.

Didn't have time to clean them up.

I swear to God I didn't kill him. He was alive when I left. I didn't kill him

and neither did Ethan.

I know that you didn't, okay?

Here, you want a refill?

You don't think the sleeping pills killed him, do you?

No, no. The autopsy said that it was due to suffocation.

Does Ethan still have the gun that Hannah gave to him?

No, I have it in my closet just in case the cops came up with a search warrant

and found it in his apartment.

Get it for me.

Him and I, you think we're going to be okay?

I'm going to do everything I can.

Okay. Go get it.

Wasn't that girl Holly I was telling you about?

The stepsister of the guy we booked?

Yeah. She didn't even make it into the station.

How do you know that the wife wasn't involved?

It's my job to spot a liar.

I can see one a mile away.

I bet that I could lie to your face.

And you wouldn't be able to tell.

Look me right in the eye and tell me something.

I'm leaving you.