A Kind of Murder Page #5

now that you know.

I wanted to tell you.

He might have some

fantastical story.

He won't need to use

too much imagination.

- I didn't do anything.

- So you keep saying.

What's the next revelation

gonna be, Mr. Stackhouse?

I'm just watching you

digging your grave

and it's getting

deeper and deeper.

If you wanna press charges,

feel free.

This young man

wants to change his statement.

You f***ed up trying

to blackmail Stackhouse

with that order slip,

didn't you?

Big mistake.

I don't know

what you're getting at.

You get nailed.

I'm getting closer

and you know it.

He gets away with murder.

That's what I'm getting at.

You gotta face it.

He's got the cute blonde

to replace his wife.

His smart friends,

his neighbors.

Oh, yeah.

And he's stinking rich.

As for you Kimmel...

Well...

The luck is just not

on your side now, is it?

I couldn't care less

about Stackhouse.

Amazing, though, isn't it?

Looks like he can actually

get away with it.

Scott free.

I told you I don't care.

But...

Your alibi is falling apart.

Could be death row for you

while he's out there,

living the good life.

You're not gonna

get away with it.

Stackhouse

is your problem, Kimmel.

Back on the bus in 15 minutes.

- Helen!

- Marty!

What the hell

are you doing here?

I got something for you.

You drive here at night...

Without... who the hell

do you think you are?

I told you to throw

that ugly jacket out.

My friends think

you look like a hobo.

I can never ask...

If you divorce me...

Then I will kill myself.

Do what you want.

It's your life.

Go right ahead.

Go.

I've got a Jackson

following Stackhouse.

Kimmel's taken

the bait, all right.

Let's stick with him.

He's lost control.

What do you think he's gonna do?

I don't know.

But I know what I hope

he's gonna do.

Why didn't Stackhouse

take a cab?

Where the f*** is he going?

I don't care. As long as

I have a ringside seat.

Aaargh!

Stackhouse! You blunderer!

I did it.

Police! Drop it!

- Jesus Christ.

- What a mess.

I have this fantasy.

I have this...

I have this fantasy.

That she's no longer there.

I haven't done anything.

I didn't set out

to tell such stupid lies.

I wanted to see if he

looked like a man

who murdered his wife.

Wishing someone dead.

It's fascinating.

I haven't done anything wrong.

We're all guilty of something.

I'm a writer.

I write stories.

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