Mortal Thoughts Page #7

He just was frustrated that I couldn't|avoid her, be done with her.

But he's blaming you.

Jesus! I tell you one fight,|you make it my whole life.

He just was taking|his frustrations out on me.

Couples say things to hurt each other|during an argument.

And then they make up.|Do you understand? You married?

I see. So he's not|blaming you or attacking you?

He's actually coming to your rescue.

I wouldn't make fun.

But he's throwing you out!

Now, you got Joyce over there,|making like Pocahontas.

You're caught in the middle.|You have to make a choice.

I made my choice.

I told my husband|my place was with him.

I wasn't gonna|destroy my marriage over this.

Then where would I be?

I thought, if they came to me|and asked me...

that I was just gonna say|the truth, and that's it.

So why didn't you do that?

Nobody asked.

Nobody asked?

Not until...

they found my husband's body.

You could've picked up|a quarter and called somebody.

On the day your husband was killed...

the first thing you did|that morning was what?

I kissed my husband goodbye.

After he left, I took the kids...

and left the house.

Every day I would go by my mother's|or my sister's...

any place to avoid Joyce.

- Could I speak with Cynthia?|- Who's this?

Hold on.

- Cyn, telephone.|- Who is it?

It's your friend.

For crying out loud!

This baby's soaking wet.

- Cyn, where are the diapers?|- I don't know, Ma.

Lauren, get Ma one of yours diapers.

Watch my sauce.

Yeah, I'm here.

I don't hear from you or see you.|What am I supposed to think?

Joyce, think|whatever you wanna think.

So you're going home or what?

No, I'm gonna be here awhile.

ls Arthur with you?

No, he's home.|I'm with the kids. Why?

You see, now?

This, I don't understand.

You say she got it in for you,|got it in for Arthur.

Then you give her information|that he's home alone.

And you're way over|at your mother's house...

which gives her the opportunity|to go do whatever she'd like to do.

Weren't her questions suspicious?

What do you wanna know about Arthur?

You think I don't know|what's going on?

You spilled it to Arthur.|Now he's trying to pull something.

She's concerned again that Arthur's|giving information, setting her up.

I told her he wouldn't do anything,|and he wouldn't say anything.

Arthur's had it in for me|from way back.

Don't bring up the past.|That has nothing to do with this.

I'm gonna go over there|and find out what was said.

If I don't like it,|I'll set things straight.

Don't start with Artie, because he|won't stand for the same sh*t I do.

You're not listening.|I won't start with Artie...

I'll finish with Artie!

I thought she was just|threatening me.

Did you think she would just|try and talk to him...

go over and threaten him,|scare him?

I honestly don't know|what I thought she'd do.

You all right?

I'm just really tired, that's all.

Well, don't drink too much.

Give me a kiss.

- Bye, sweetie.|- Come on, baby.

How long did you sleep?

A couple hours, until my father|came in and woke me.

What happens then?

Come on, honey.

Dad, what time is it?

It's almost 11.30.|Come upstairs and get some sleep.

Did Artie call?

- Why don't you get some sleep?|- I should go on home.

You want me to drive you home?

- The kids still asleep?|- They're fine.

You're sure you wanna go home?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Your fa ther drives you home.|Do you express any concerns?

I told him it was strange|that Arthur didn't call me back.

He said I probably|slept through the call,

and maybe Arthur fell asleep.

But you knew better?

I knew something was up|when I saw the lights.

Where's my husband?

Oh, my God!

Would you like some water?

Please.

Thank you.

Do you feel able to continue?

All right. Let me say, Cindy...

I do understand how difficult|this ordeal has been for you.

How hard it is for you to step forward|and make this statement.

But something|just doesn't sit right, here.

Maybe I can help you.

Well, that's what I'm hoping.|Maybe you can help me.

Now, on the day Arthur is killed...

you went to your mother's house|because you wanted to be safe.

And I wanted to see my mother.

Yes, that's a good time,|the right time to visit your mother.

Joyce calls...

her fuse is still burning,|she tells you she'll shut Arthur up.

I told her Arthur|wouldn't do anything.

I trusted him.|He would never say anything.

You're pleading with her at that point|to save his life.

- I was defending him.|- After everything Joyce has done...

and you know what she's capable of,|you go to sleep on the couch?

Well, I was drinking and nodded off.

That just doesn't make sense.

Explain it to me.

There's a killer on a rampage|threatening your husband!

And you nod off for a couple hours?

Now, you tell me|if these things are true.

You tell me if that makes sense.

Well, it doesn't make sense because...

I should've went home.|I should've told somebody.

Who do you tell? Who do you warn?

There must be a reason.|You come here, you talk about Joyce.

But you knew what was happening.|You let it happen.

I didn't know what was happening|or gonna happen.

You're asking us to accept too much.

If Joyce wasn't a murderer|and hadn't slaughtered James...

then maybe it'd seem...|maybe you didn't realize.

But what do you do?

You make her more angry.

You threw it in her face.

You made her furious.

I'm not sure what you're saying|is 1 00%%% true.

No, I'm not sure what you're saying|is 1 00%%% true!

You know what?|I think you wanted him dead!

That's a goddamn lie!

You thought he was talking, that he'd|give you up as Joyce's accomplice...

take the kids and ship you off.

That's bullshit!

I just...

You allowed this crazy woman|to go and shoot him full of bullets...

then blow his head off|so you can't even open the coffin!

The father of your kids.

The man you took vows|and shared your bed with.

How dare you sit there|and judge me?

I never wanted anybody hurt,|not even James!

You wanted him dead!

- You're twisting it!|- You fixed it with Joyce to finish him!

- You gave her the gun for chrissakes!|- It's not like that!

I thought she was just bullshitting.|I called her bluff.

After all this while?

James' brutal murder?|All her threats?

Now she calls you up and says|she's gonna kill Arthur...

and you think she's bluffing?

I mean, the woman's a murderer!

You're telling me she's a mur...!

Unless, of course,|she isn't a murderer.

She is a murderer.

She killed my husband.

She destroyed...

the only thing in life|that mattered to me.

Well, you know something?

That, I believe.

That, I can understand.|That's why you're here.

But the day Arthur was killed,|you said you didn't believe her.

You said it a moment ago,|you thought she was bluffing.

Which brings me right back to James...

and what's been bothering me|about this whole story.

What are you talking about?

Well, you see?

Joyce threatened for years|to get rid of her husband...

but you never took it seriously.

Every time Joyce called, you jumped.

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