All language subtitles for Murder in Mind S01E03

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

- Again.
- I've just shown you.

- I want to see it again.
- Shut up.

- I need to think.
- What are you talking about?

I need to think this through. Just...

Just give me a minute.

What's this? What's this?

In you get.

Oh, that's it. You going to be a good boy?

One little story before you go to sleep.

Which one shall we have? I know.
Nursery rhymes. Your favourite.

- No!
- Why not?

- You're not serious?
- Why not?

Because...

No! I can't believe
we're having this discussion.

It's the same discussion
we've been having for months.

- No!
- "What are we going to do?" Now we know.

- We can't.
- Why not? No one will ever guess.

- We can do it.
- And live with ourselves afterwards?

We just have to be strong.

I can't do it.

I can.

Night-night, Billy.

He's asleep.

Thanks.

I'd thought you'd be gone.
Don't it start at half eight?

- We've got time...
- Dad's been swotting all afternoon.

I don't know why. He's crap at quizzes.

- Dana?
- Yeah?

I...

What? Are you all right?

Yeah... Yeah, I...

- I...
- What?

Jesus Christ! What have you done?

- It's OK.
- It's not OK!

- You shouldn't have done it!
- It's OK!

I did it for us! You know why I did it.

- No!
- Yes.

We're going to be OK. Trust me.

You've just got to stay with me.

- Do you want a drink?
- No.

Just take a deep breath. Come on.

It was meant to happen, Barbara.
Just think about it.

Think about the chances.
It was a one-off opportunity and we took it.

- They'll find out!
- No, they won't. Not if we're careful.

We've just got to think it through, OK?

OK...

Oh, my God...

There's nothing on your hands.

I know.

Are you all right?

I'm all right.

- Why did she take so long to...?
- I don't know.

- There was so much blood.
- It's done, Barbara. It's done.

That's all there is to it. There's no going back.

- You shouldn't have done it.
- Stop saying that!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- What now?
- It has to look like a break-in.

- In the house?
- Yeah. It'll look like a break-in,

and no one will think it was us because
we didn't have any reason to kill her at all.

We have to do it fast. It's 8.15.

- We're not going out?!
- Of course we are.

We have to pretend everything's normal.
We go out, get broken into, Dana gets killed.

- They'll know.
- They won't know.

We've just got to make it look good.

Can you help me?

And?

- You bought them for our anniversary.
- I'll buy you new ones.

You'll have all the earrings in the world.

Right.

- I can't look at her.
- You don't have to.

Go to the pub.
Tell them I had to go to the yard.

- You're not leaving Billy?
- Barbara!

- We can take him to my mum.
- Dana was babysitting. How would we explain?

- We can't leave him. What if he wakes up?
- He never wakes up.

But leaving him here... with her.

- He's upstairs. She's down here.
- No!

We've got to go through with this.
Just think about why we did it.

YOU did it.

WE did it. We're in this together.

We'll be home by 11. It'll be OK.

Don't it start at half eight?

Dad's been swotting all afternoon.

I don't know why. He's crap at quizzes.

- Dana?
- Yeah?

I...

- I...
- What? Are you all right?

Yeah... Yeah, I...

What is it?

If we're ready, can we get started?

- Here she is. I thought you weren't coming.
- Is everything all right?

- We were about to start.
- Sorry.

- Ten points off for being late!
- Sit down.

- Only kidding, Barbara. Do you want a drink?
- Gin and tonic, please.

G and T? That's not your usual tipple.

- Where's Mike?
- He had to go down the yard.

- Now?
- Yeah. He won't be long.

- What is it?
- He didn't say.

Let's start. A round of questions per team.

We'll begin with the blues.

Still with the green team,
we have an individual round.

Barbara,
what is the first animal in the dictionary?

What is the first animal in the dictionary?

What is the first animal
in the dictionary? Barbara?

Oh, sorry. I was miles away. Um...

- Oh, I don't know.
- Oh, we don't know.

Well, it goes to the reds and blues.

- Aardvark.
- Who said that?

- Evening, Bob.
- Michael.

OK, on to Round Five.

- Where have you been?
- Sorry. Sorry.

Bloody VAT returns. I had to go and do 'em.

- What, tonight?
- How are we doing?

- What's yours, Mike?
- Pint, please, Sam. Dana sends her love.

- Thought you were down the yard.
- I saw her before I left.

- Everything all right?
- What?

- With the VAT returns?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

- How many are we down?
- 12.

- 13.
- Looks like we've some catching up to do.

- Here you go.
- Cheers, Sam. Cheers, everyone.

OK, blue team,
what is the currency of Bulgaria?

What a bloody evening.
What do you expect?

I couldn't concentrate
on what they were saying.

- You could have tried.
- What?

- Answering some bloody questions.
- I did my best!

Stop the car. Stop the car!

It's just the police will be asking about us,
that's all. How we were.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.

We were off form in a pub quiz, that's all.
Doesn't mean anything.

You OK?

All these years,
the business... and everything,

I've never seen you like this.

I can't believe we've done this.

We've done it, and we'll get away with it.

We can do it if we stay together.

You shouldn't have done it.

I wouldn't have done it if you'd stopped me.

You didn't stop me.

- That's strange.
- What?

- There are no lights on.
- Didn't you turn them off?

- No.
- What...?!

It's all right. I did.

But this is where it starts, Barbara.

We have to act it all out, everything.

The police ask, you tell them.

We got out of the car,
we noticed the lights were out, and I said...

"That's strange.
There are no lights on downstairs."

We knew something was wrong.
Dana would have left the lights on.

- In case Billy woke up.
- We went in and saw her.

That's when we called you.
I still can't believe it's happened.

- Someone has to tell Sam and Mary.
- That's her parents?

Yeah. Sam and Mary Goodhew.
Sam works for me at the yard.

- You got that?
- Yes, sir.

I know it's late, Mr. Davies, but there are
one or two questions I need to ask you now.

- It's normal police routine.
- Of course. I understand.

- This girl who was babysitting. This...
- Dana Goodhew.

Did she babysit regularly?

- Well, once or twice a month.
- How old was she?

- 18, I think.
- 19.

- 19?
- Yeah.

- And her father works for you?
- Yeah, I've got a boatyard.

Oh. Is that one of yours?

Er, we built it, yeah.
Barbara and me go out on it.

When we have the time.

What time did you go out?

- About 8.15.
- We had a pub quiz at the Crown.

I had some work to do at the yard,
so I followed Barbara later.

- What time did you leave here?
- A couple of minutes after Barbara.

- So Miss, um...
- Goodhew.

...was on her own from 8.15 onwards?

- With Billy, yes.
- Everything was fine when you left?

Yeah, Billy was asleep
and Dana was about to watch "Casualty".

Was she expecting anybody? A boyfriend?

No. This was a break-in, wasn't it?
You've seen the house.

Well, it looks like that. Yes.

There have been so many burglaries.
Perhaps now you'll do something.

Well... it's getting late.
Do you have anywhere to stay tonight?

Can't we stay here?

To be honest, I'm surprised you'd want to.

I was just thinking about Billy, all the disruption.

Oh. The SOCOs will be a while yet,
and we'll have to seal off these rooms.

- You would be better in an hotel.
- We'll go to your mother's.

No, not yet. We'll get a room at the Crown.

- Right.
- I was thinking you might come with us.

- What do you mean?
- The girl's parents...

It might help having someone they know.

Yeah, of course.

Oh, God, no!

I'm sorry, Sam. I am so, so sorry.

They'll all be talking about it.

Derek.

Martin.

Everyone.

We'll move.
It's what you've always wanted, isn't it?

Travel.

All I've ever wanted is to get away from here.

Sometimes it feels like I'm suffocating.

We'll get away.

We can do that now.

We can do anything we want.

No.

I can't.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Davies.

- No Billy?
- No. We took him to my mum's down the road.

- Can we come in?
- Sure.

Thank you.

- The house is up for sale?
- We need to be near a school for Billy.

It'll be hard to find another view like that.

We've managed to clear up most of the mess.

- Will you be able to find them?
- Who?

Whoever broke in. The burglars.

That's the thing. I'm not so sure
it was an ordinary break-in.

- What do you mean?
- They took things.

- My jewellery.
- What else could it have been?

There were one or two details,
one or two things that don't add up.

- Such as?
- There's no sign of forced entry.

We have to assume that the intruders
came to the front door and rang the bell.

- And Dana let them in?
- Well, there's a window at the side.

She could have looked out.
If it was a stranger, why let them in?

- Are you saying it was someone she knew?
- It looks like that.

Then there's the question of the knife.

Dana was stabbed in the back.
Assuming she did let someone in,

she turned her back on them,
which suggests she trusted whoever it was.

And we believe they used your knife, sir.

- How do you know?
- We can tell a kitchen knife was used,

and I see you have a set over by the sink.

- There's one missing.
- Are you saying someone she knew came here,

killed her with one of our knives
and then... and then what?

- What about the things that were taken?
- Maybe to make it look like robbery.

They took the knife with them. Strange, that.

Why, unless they were trying to protect you?

- Why would they do that?
- Exactly.

- You bloody idiot!
- What?

- Why did you take the knife?
- I don't know.

- You don't know?!
- I thought it was evidence.

- You should have left it.
- I didn't think.

You said you'd got it all worked out.

Look, it doesn't matter.
They don't know anything.

They know it wasn't a break-in.
That's bad enough.

Why did I let you get us into this?

It's always the same,
you and your bloody half-baked schemes.

- What?
- You and your big ideas.

If you hadn't bought the business,
we wouldn't be in this mess.

You wanted the business.

I don't know what I want any more.

Barbara...

...getting at me isn't going to help.

We're in this together. We did it together.

- We shouldn't have done it.
- How many times are you going to say that?

It's too late. I need a drink.

How are you feeling?

Good.

It was a good idea coming out here.

Give me a kiss.

Champagne.

I love you.

No!

What is it?

Just a dream.

Go back to sleep.

Oh, you poor thing. Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- It's just terrible.

God knows what'll it'll do to him.

- Billy doesn't know anything.
- You'll have to tell him one day.

- Michael?
- We're both all right, Mum.

We just wish it hadn't happened.

That's all.

His bottle won't be a minute.

Here we are, my darling.

Oh, I had the police round.

- When?
- Yesterday.

- What did they want?
- They were asking questions about you.

It's disgusting. The way they were talking,
anyone would think you were the criminal.

What do you mean?

They asked about the business,
how you got on with Mike.

- What did you tell them?
- Nothing.

I said you were shocked and upset
and they had no right asking those questions.

Then they started asking me about him.
I said we didn't get on.

- Why did you say that?
- Because it's true.

- What else?
- I don't know. Lots of things.

They asked me about Billy.

- What about him?
- They asked me if he was a good sleeper.

- What?
- They asked if he slept through the night.

- Billy's a light sleeper.
- That's not what I said.

I said an earthquake wouldn't wake him up.
I said he'd sleep through anything. Wouldn't you?

Hm.

Sorry to bother you, lads.
I'll just have a quick word if I can.

Now, we've all had a bit of time
to get used to what's happened.

It's a horrible bloody thing.
The worst thing is it's Sam's daughter Dana

and it happened in my house.

I've got to live with that, but life goes on.

We've got a business to run. We've had
enough problems without this getting us down.

I hope Sam'll come back to us,
'cause he's a hard act to follow,

but it's the funeral tomorrow...

and I think we've all got to try
and draw the line.

Michael, Mr. Beddows is on the phone.

Mr. Beddows?

Bloody bank managers, eh?

- I can't do this.
- You have to.

- I don't want to say anything.
- Leave the talking to me.

Mary, Sam...

I don't know what to say.
We're both so, so sorry.

The police were asking after you, Mike. Why?

They have to. It's what they always do.

They said maybe it wasn't a break-in.

Maybe it was something else.

I'm sure they'll find out whoever did it.

- They were asking after you.
- We had nothing to do with it.

She was babysitting for us.
Why would we hurt her?

Let's leave it for the police to sort out.

Dana Goodhew came to this church
first to be christened,

and later to take her first Communion.

And now she comes here
at this tragically early age,

having left us
to enter the kingdom of heaven.

And it is for us
to try and make some sense...

Why did you kill her, Mike?
You killed my little girl.

My Dana. Killer. Killer. Killer. Killer.

You did it.
Why did you do it? You bastard!

With his hand,
he took the knife and stuck it into her

and then he watched her
as she lay upon the ground...

- We must remember not the victim...
- Mike?

...of a savage and unnecessary crime,

but a bright and cheerful girl,

who brought credit
to her parents Sam and Mary...

...and who will be missed by us all.

Pull yourself together, will you?

- What?
- The way you behaved, twisting and turning.

Do you want to advertise
what you're thinking?

- Where are you going?
- I want to be alone.

Michael?

Michael!

Do you have to do that?
Why can't you just shut up?!

Hello.

Hello.

- Morning, Mrs. Davies.
- How are you?

- Not too bad.
- The "Herald", please.

Terrible business. I've not known
anything like it since I've been here.

- It's been a shock to us all.
- At your place, too.

- Yes.
- Terrible.

We've had the police asking questions.
We've tried to help them as much as we can.

The police? We've just had them in here.

- Have you?
- Yeah, left a moment ago.

- What did they want?
- 20 Lambert and Butler.

No, they wanted to ask me
about young Dana, whether I knew her.

I told them I did - only to speak to, mind.
She's in here every week.

That's what I told them.

I'm not so sure
it was an ordinary break-in.

The police were asking after you. Why?

It's always the same,
you and your half-baked schemes.

They were asking after you.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Why did you take the knife?
She trusted them.

- You bloody idiot!
- They tried to make it look like robbery.

You shouldn't have done it, Mike.

You shouldn't have done it.

Are you all right, sir?

Have you been drinking, sir?

Mike?

Michael.

Sorry.

- Let's go home.
- They arrested me for drunken driving.

I know. I'll drive you home.

Mrs. Davies, can I have a quick word?

Just through here.

Could you tell me why you took two cars
to the pub quiz on the night Dana was killed?

We had to.

- I went to the Crown. Mike went to the yard.
- To do his VAT returns.

- Who told you that?
- That's what you told everyone, isn't it?

- Yes.
- That's strange, you know,

because those VAT returns don't have to be in
until the end of the quarter.

I was behind. I wanted to catch up.

What kind of boats do you build,
out of interest?

- Um... pleasure boats, mainly.
- Been doing it long?

No, I used to sell insurance.
A lot of it was maritime insurance.

I wanted to get into boats.
I bought the business five years ago.

- How's it going?
- No one's having an easy time.

There's not much money around.

- When did you last sell a boat?
- About two months ago.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to get my husband home.

One other thing.
What route did you take to the Crown?

Um... I don't remember.

You didn't, by any chance,
go over the Quintock bridge?

- No, I don't think so.
- THINK so?

I was tired. I don't remember.

But you left the pub together?

Yes. Mike had been drinking.
I drove him home.

Shame you weren't there for him today.

They know it was us.

- No, they don't.
- Yes, they do. They'll find out.

No, you said it yourself.
We had no reason to kill her, no motive.

That's what they're all thinking.

- I'm going to tell them the truth.
- Why?

Because I can't do this!

I thought I could but I was wrong!
I can't take any more!

Do you want to go to jail?
You tell them, it'll be a life sentence.

You won't see Billy again.
You'll lose everything.

Sorry.

And what about me?

Are you going to drag me down with you?

God! I was a fool to listen to you!
It's like when you bought that business.

Insurance is what you knew, but no...
that wasn't good enough for you.

Well, you're not backing out of this one.
I'm not going to prison.

- I'm not losing Billy.
- I'll say you weren't part of it.

I was at the quiz night. I drove you home.

I've been lying all week.
Of course I'm part of it!

I can't go through with this!

I see her everywhere. I feel the knife
in my hand over and over and over again.

It's driving me out of my mind.

If I don't tell them, I'll go mad.

All right.

All right.

What are we going to do?

Just leave it to me.

I'll think of something.

OK.

All right.

- What?
- I've got an idea.

- What?
- You have to trust me, all right?

- You have to hear me through.
- Tell me.

You commit suicide.

- What?
- You write a letter for the police.

You say you killed Dana,
but we make up a reason, a fake reason.

You say you were having an affair.

She was going to tell me, so you killed her.

- You're not serious?
- We can do it.

It won't be that difficult. It's like Lord Lucan.

You fake your death and you disappear.

- You take the boat to France.
- And then what?

- You wait for a few months.
- In France?

What do I live on?
If I use my credit card, they'll find me.

- You've got cash.
- It's all crap. It won't work.

- You don't think it's worth a try?
- No.

Look...

What difference does it make?

You tell them what you've done,
we're both going to prison for life.

Think about it. Just think about it.

Maybe you're right. Maybe this won't work,
but it's worth a try, isn't it?

- Isn't it worth a try?
- I don't know.

This was all your idea, Michael.
You thought it.

You did it. I went along with you.

- Maybe it'd be better if I was dead.
- No. Don't say that.

How did we ever get into this?

- It's a nightmare.
- It's always the same with you, isn't it?

Act first, think about it after.

- I wish I'd never thought about it now.
- I know.

We shouldn't have done it.

But we can still get away with it.

There's a chance.

We run away together. We've got money.

We can make it to Mexico or something
and start again.

We can buy new identities, anything.

It won't work.

We can try.

Please, Michael.

Can we try?

OK.

Michael?

OK, there's enough to keep you going.
I'll send the rest later. OK?

Michael.

This isn't going to work.

- I thought we'd agreed.
- They won't believe we had an affair.

Everyone knew she wasn't that sort of girl.

They'll not believe it's a suicide either
if there's no body.

- They'll have the letter.
- They won't believe it. They're not stupid.

They'll know I've done a bunk.
They'll come looking.

So what?

- They won't find you.
- Of course they'll find me.

Interpol, computers, all the rest of it.

Look...

I'll take the responsibility.
I'll tell them I forced you into it.

- They'll still send me to jail.
- You'll be an accessory.

I don't care anyway! At least it'll end.

- I'm not going to jail.
- It won't work! Get it into your head!

Fake suicides!
Lord bloody Lucan! It won't work!

- It's a stupid idea!
- All right! All right!

Michael.

Listen, Michael...

Mum's got Billy...

Why don't we spend the night on the boat...

...the way we used to?

Say goodbye to her.

Don't try and change my mind, Barbara.

I won't. I promise.

I'm going to miss her.

Only her?

You don't have to, do you?

- Barbara, you promised.
- I know.

So close to freedom.

Forget it. It isn't going to work.

- Right. That's it. We're going back now.
- No, Michael.

No! No!

No, I'm not going to jail!

I'm not going to jail!

No! No!

"Dear Barbara, I never
intended for you to learn the truth this way.

"For days now, I have been trying
to find a way out of this desperate situation.

"As I write this, I realise there is no way
I can face you after what I have done.

"There is no other way.

"As you read this, you must know I am dead.

"I have killed myself on the boat
in which we shared so many happy memories.

"I can't face you any more.
I have decided to take the only way out.

"Look after Billy."

Is that your husband's signature?

Yeah. That's his signature.

I know this must be a painful time for you,

but I'm afraid I have
one or two questions I have to ask.

Of course.

Did you have any idea that your husband
and Dana Goodhew were having an affair?

No. None at all. None.

You woke up this morning,
then you found this letter.

I'm a little surprised
that you didn't call us sooner.

I called you when I found it.

I left the house this morning.
I did the shopping.

I found it when I got in for lunch.

I can't believe he'd do it.

I can't believe he wouldn't say goodbye.

We can't be sure that he is dead.

We're still searching for the body.

We'll talk again when we've found it.

Oh, yeah? I'm gonna get you!

I don't think it was the girl.

- What?
- Well, he had all those problems at work.

Both of you have been under strain.

Mum, I saw the letter. I saw what it said.

Thank God he's too young to understand.

Barbara...

There's something you're not telling me.

- Like what?
- This whole business... I don't know.

- You're not yourself.
- Of course I'm not.

First Dana, now Michael. What do you think?

That'll be the post.

I'll put the kettle on.

And you need to warm up his lunch.

You're too young to understand.

You'll be all right.

You won't have to worry about anything.

Mrs. Davies.

Mum, this is Detective Inspector Edwards.

- We've already met. Mrs. Davies...
- Look after Billy for me.

Will you look after Billy?

- Is there anything you want to tell me?
- No.

- Is there something you want to tell me?
- What do you think that might be?

I don't know.

- Have you found my husband's body?
- Yes.

Some children found him this morning.

- He was washed up on a beach.
- So he is dead.

Yes, but it's unlikely he committed suicide,
unless he somehow fractured his own skull.

No! No!

No! No!

- I don't understand.
- Let's start with Dana Goodhew. Harrison?

- This is your husband's holdall.
- Is it?

- You don't recognise it?
- I don't know.

It contained the knife that killed Dana
and also the items taken from your house.

- Where did you find it?
- In the river.

Near the Quintock bridge.

What are you saying?
That Michael threw it in?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

You were lying when you told us
your husband was working late that night.

He went into the yard.
I had no reason to disbelieve him.

You know those VAT returns weren't needed
for another month?

I didn't know whether to believe him or not.

- He was my husband. I had to support him.
- You were lying.

You were obstructing the course of justice.

Now, tell us about your husband
and Dana Goodhew.

- What about them?
- There never was any affair. You know that.

I told you I didn't think
there was anything going on.

- But in the letter he admitted it.
- We'll come to that in a moment.

But we were talking about Dana Goodhew.
We know why he killed her.

- Are you going to tell me?
- Yes.

Harrison?

We've learned quite a bit about Dana Goodhew.
Things you may not have known yourself.

- Such as?
- She was 19 years old.

- I knew that.
- She was born on the 11th June 1981.

- 11...
- On the sixth month.

- Exactly.
- Then there's her address.

She lived at 28 Clifton Road.

- I don't see what you're getting at.
- We've been talking to her school friends.

She had a locker there.
Number 25. It was her lucky number.

And finally, her boyfriend.
Not your husband, Mrs. Davies.

She was seeing a boy
called Brian Carter, and he's 23 years old.

6... 11... 19...

23... 25... and 28.

Three weeks ago, those numbers won a share
of the jackpot on the National Lottery.

- Are you going?
- Not quite yet. No.

Could you check my numbers?
Ticket's on the table.

- Sure.
- Just taking Billy up.

- Night-night, my darling.
- Say night-night to your mum.

Have you got everything you need?

...it's number six.
Two Saturdays on the trot.

52nd time as a main National Lottery number.
Let's have a third one.

Come on, Mrs. Davies. Admit it.

23! That completed Millionaires' Row
three Wednesdays back.

72nd National Lottery outing.
And the fourth one...

is 19.

Third draw in five weeks. Not bad.
52nd National Lottery appearance.

We need a fifth. And that's 28.
Completed Millionaires' Row...

Blimey! She's got five up.

And the sixth one... is 11.
Second spherical...

Oh, my God!

The bonus tonight...
Wait the wait for number 35.

This Wednesday night's winning numbers again
in ascending order.

6... 11...

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

- Again.
- I've just shown you.

- I want to see it again.
- Shut up.

- I need to think.
- What are you talking about?

I need to think this through. Just...

Just give me a minute.

This was all about
a lottery ticket with no name on it.

As I understand it, that's all you need.
You claim it anonymously.

You could have done it in six months' time
and nobody would have known.

- You're wrong.
- We got a warrant and searched your house.

We found this in one of your bedroom drawers.

- I know nothing about it.
- Do you know what it is?

- It's a lottery ticket.
- It's Dana Goodhew's lottery ticket.

A winning lottery ticket.
You weren't selling your house

to be nearer a good school for Billy,

but because you were months behind
on your mortgage.

We've spoken to your bank.
You hadn't sold a boat in months.

You were up to your eyes in debt.

I can imagine what it felt like
when this miracle landed in your lap.

It must have seemed like a gift from God.

Only it wasn't your gift,
it was Dana Goodhew's, and you killed her

and stole it from her.

Your husband was going to tell us the truth.

He was unravelling in front of our eyes.
He'd had enough.

Our forensic people tell us he was struck
several times with a bolt or other implement.

That was you. You killed him.

- No.
- You were on that boat.

You persuaded him to write that letter,
then killed him to protect yourself.

No! No! No, I'm not going!

I'm not going to jail!

You can believe what you like,
Detective Chief Inspector.

I don't know anything about any lottery ticket.

Maybe you're right,
and he did kill her, but he didn't tell me.

- I had nothing to do with it.
- I want the truth.

I'm keeping you here until I get it.

- I've told you the truth.
- Oh, no.

You were an accessory to the murder
of Dana Goodhew and murdered your husband.

You're going to tell us the truth
because you know it can't be avoided.

Now tell us.

I have nothing to say.

We can wait.