Killing Me Softly Page #4

He raped Michelle.

She never reported it.

Start without me.

I'll be there in a bit.

I'd like to help you,

Mrs. Tallis.

What everyone else

does to be like him.

He can't see you.

She's pretty shaken up.

Is she? I mean,

is she hurt?

She--Jesus, she was

running into traffic.

Let's get a doctor.

She'll be fine.

I would never hurt her.

I love her.

You brought him in?

He walked in,

looking for you.

He brought in

a pair of shoes.

He was worried

about your feet.

I believe your husband...

has the potential

for violence.

I believe he's unpredictable.

But is he a murderer?

I don't know.

The truth is, what you two

have been doing together...

was consensual.

You said it yourself.

You liked it.

Can you close the blinds?

I won't be able to keep him

for much more than a few hours.

That's as much of a window

as I can give you.

You're accusing a hero,

Mrs. Tallis...

and you have

absolutely no evidence.

Alice, what's happened to you?

Oh, Deborah, I'm sorry.

I'm not crazy,

I just--I just--

I went to

the police station...

but no one believed me,

and I just--I just--

He came in and he

brought my shoes...

and they thought

I was nuts...

but, I mean, I know

he's your brother...

but, I mean,

you were her friend, too.

Maybe you could, um--

Look, you remember when

you said that you were...

either with him or not,

no discussion?

Well, I'm--I'm not--

I'm trying to understand.

I--I just, I want to ask,

I mean, um--uh...

Was Francoise

with someone else?

Yes.

It wasn't an accident.

She left him...

so he killed her.

Maybe.

This is the anchor

that we used.

It's made of titanium,

but the important thing is...

it can hold

I've got a friend

in Kathmandu...

who sent me an anchor

that they're making locally...

with the wrong material.

This is what happened

with just seventy-five pounds.

Maybe you're right.

Adam could have

switched the anchors...

for Francoise's group.

He killed them.

Leave him, Alice.

I know him.

You have to leave him,

for your own good.

Deborah...Deborah,

it's not the only time.

What?

I think that, um,

he was with a woman...

Adele Blanchard,

and I think...

that she was gonna leave him

to go back to her husband...

and--and I think that--

that he killed her.

Adele was never gonna

go back to Michael.

Everyone knew

their marriage was over.

I read her letters.

She ended it with Adam.

And, uh, Ijust, um...

I think that, uh,

that she's there.

What?

I went to the police.

The police,

they won't do anything.

They need evidence.

I think he buried her here...

at Saint Edmund's.

I need you

to help me find her.

Do you want to go with me?

I have a confession to make.

I sent you those notes.

I know about

my brother's violence.

I've seen it.

I should have done more, but--

it's no excuse--

but he scares me.

I'm glad you got away

from him, Alice.

You'll be OK now.

Can I take that?

Yeah, sure.

I think it's here.

He took the pictures

just by the angel.

Oh, my God.

She didn't have to die.

If only she'd told me...

she was going back

to Michael.

Yeah.

I gave her one, too.

She thought it was beautiful,

just like you did.

Why did you do this?!

Who do you think gave him

his first piece of silk?

He was just 15!

I'm talking

about f***ing, Alice!

That's right!

We f***ed right here!

Adam is mine!

He's mine!

Why?!

I was never yours!

We were kids. Kids!

It's over.

It's all over.

Oh, God.

She and l...

We used to come

here together.

I just thought

you had to trust me.

And that's how it ended.

Yet not a day goes by...

without at least one thought

about the passion.

Maybe I was so blinded by it...

that I missed all the clues

to his past.

I often wonder...

what would have happened...

if I hadn't looked up

that morning.

Two years later,

I saw him once more.

I don't know.

Maybe a flatlander like me...

can't live at that altitude.

Maybe it never would

have been possible...

to sustain what we had.

Maybe.

Well, that's what

I tell myself.

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