Death of a Vegas Showgirl Page #8

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I felt bad for her...

and then...

then I heard them

going at it again.

Keep your hands off me.

The hell is going on?

Let her go, man!

Let her go!

You okay?

What the hell

are you doing?

It's fine.

It's nothing.

This is not nothing.

You want me to get you

some water or something?

We're good.

Deb, I'm sorry.

Come on, come on,

come on.

Let's talk about this.

It was all good when I left.

They were watching TV.

So you went out?

Yeah.

I thought I'd come back later.

I should've stayed.

I shouldn't have left.

I come back, and

he's alone on the couch.

He was sitting in the dark,

like...

and she's on the floor...

and he just looks at me

and says,

"You've got to help me.

This is a change

your diaper moment."

What does that mean?

That I had to help him...

but I was scared...

'cause she was dead.

Where is she?

Tell me where Debbie's body is.

Oh, my God.

He wasn't lying.

This is a crime scene.

I want the property

sealed off.

Get forensics

and the coroner down here now.

Mr. Griffith, I have

some questions for you.

I suggest

you don't make a scene.

Not here.

Not now.

We talked

to your roommate, Mike.

What do you think he told me?

It's not what

you think it is.

Then tell me

what I should think.

Um...

I don't feel comfortable

answering this

without my lawyer,

just because I don't

want to say something

that you tie into

something else,

or you switch, or change,

or whatever,

but if there's something

that I could personally

help you with...

Did you kill Debbie?

No, I didn't kill Debbie.

You see, something like that,

I'd rather answer

in front of my lawyer,

just at least have him present

to let me know

if that's even something

I should answer.

She did come by your house,

though, right?

Yeah.

So she wasn't

just in her car

the last you saw her?

She texted me

like she always did.

She said she was sad.

I called her back,

and then she just showed up

at my house,

said she wanted

to go out.

What then?

What's the problem, then?

You know,

let's talk it out, Blu.

Come on!

Talk to me, please!

Just talk to me.

I miss you so much.

I don't care.

It wasn't always bad.

So come on, Blu,

please!

Just tell me...

please tell me...

I thought

we belonged together.

I'm done!

I love you!

- Keep your hands off me.

- Come here!

You need to go!

Listen to me!

What the hell is going on?

Debbie, Debbie,

get off!

Debbie,

get off of him!

Get off of him!

So that's what happened.

Calm down!

My roommate came home.

He stopped her from hitting me.

He got her some water,

and then he left.

You didn't want

to be with her?

I didn't have

time for her,

and she was just

freaking out,

like she did when she kept

calling me and texting me

like a crazy person.

Like, you've got

to believe me,

she was like this

the whole time we dated.

She was obsessed with me.

She stalked me,

and she did other stuff,

like the time

she slashed my car tires.

She was out of control,

she did that

with other guys too.

I'm not concerned about that.

I'm concerned about

the night she died.

You didn't know her

the way I did.

I want to see for myself

if you're getting my messages.

They're all here.

You're ignoring me.

'Cause

you're constantly texting!

Then respond!

Calm down.

- Don't touch me!

- Calm down!

Let go of me!

I hate you!

I want you

out of my life forever.

Get off of me!

Deb, listen to me!

Stop touching me!

Calm down!

Deb, stop!

She stopped moving.

She just lay there.

God, I just wanted her

just to get up.

I mean...

I kept... I kept...

I kept telling her,

I was saying to her...

"Get up!"

I loved her.

I thought she had a gun.

You saw the gun?

I thought she had one.

But you never saw a gun,

and she never had one.

I really loved her.

I just didn't want

to be with her.

I told her

it wasn't good for us

to be together.

Because you had

too many girlfriends

for any one to be special.

You loved her so much,

you killed her.

It was... it was self-defense.

You're kidding.

It was totally self-defence.

She was going to kill me.

That's why she came

to my house.

She was going to kill you?

That was

my assumption.

I have a right to defend myself.

She was coming at me.

You're bigger

than her,

way stronger,

and there's no way

it could've been

a fair fight.

She couldn't have hurt you

even if she wanted to,

so how the hell do you see this

as self-defence?

You strangled her,

and then did nothing

to try to save her.

You let her die.

I freaked out.

I knew no one

was going to believe me...

Not you guys,

the cops...

nobody.

I loved her.

I totally did.

Um...

but she... she was just

so obsessed, you know?

No one knew

what it was like with us.

I'm telling you

the truth, man.

Look at me.

I need you to look at me, Blu.

That's not what

happened, is it?

Here's how I think

it really went down.

Debbie was

at your house,

and you argued.

Okay, come.

Let's talk about this.

We're not good. I'm in pain.

You hurt my throat.

I want to call 911.

Don't call 911.

The cops will arrest me.

We're good.

You two have to chill.

You knew you'd go to jail

if she called 911.

Is it safe for me to leave?

Your career would be over.

We're fine.

You were protecting yourself.

You had to do something

to keep her from getting

in the way of your success...

But she wouldn't listen,

would she?

I'm in pain, Blu.

I want to call

an ambulance.

No, do not call 9...!

I'll call one for you.

Seriously, Blu!

I'm performing tonight.

I'm in frigging pain!

I want to call

an ambulance.

You cut

her legs off,

and then buried her

in concrete.

You twisted bastard.

I'm all done here.

Turn off the recording.

Hey.

We're going to transfer

you to detention.

Probably be

a few minutes.

You want more coffee

or something?

No?

So you panicked.

Must be scary

to have someone you love die

in front of you like that.

Panic can make people act

in ways that

they never thought they would.

I get it...

and I think

that's what happened, Blu.

I think

that panic took over,

and you regret

everything that happened,

then and after.

Right?

But...

what did you do with her body?

I didn't know what to do.

Mike helped me.

He did that stuff.

He was there

right after she died.

But what did you do?

A couple of days later,

we got a truck.

I knew this house

where people were away,

and, um...

well...

we put her in a plastic barrel.

No one would believe me

if I told them.

I... I had to!

Then we had to switch her

to other barrels,

so she could fit.

We had to.

Yeah.

It's dark

Perhaps the darkest hour

of all

Hearts are breaking

Into a million pieces, oh

All the sparks

Scattered

far across the world

And they lie there all faded

'Til the wind begins to blow

All the beacons in the night

Standing stronger

With every fight

All the beacons

In the night

Standing up

For what is right

Standing up

For what is right

All the beacons

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