The Motive Page #7

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Please! Please!

- Poor man...

- What's the matter?

Don Felipe has been murdered.

I'm going to call the Police.

Hello? It's the Police?

- That's him.

- lvaro Martn?

Where were you last night?

I was at home all night.

Is there anyone

who can confirm your alibi?

You're not going to believe

that crazy old's story, are you?

Answer the question.

I live alone,

and I spent the night alone.

The superintendent says that ever

since you moved into the building,

you've been trying

to coax information out of her

about the neighbours,

especially Mr. Montero.

You don't have to coax anything out

of that woman.

When did you see Mr. Montero

for the last time?

- A few days ago, I think.

- Did you go to his house often?

We played chess together occasionally.

Did you know about the safe?

Yes.

Were you having money troubles?

You were fired from your job.

- What's that got to do with anything?

- Answer the question.

Do you recognise this?

It was in your tool box.

We've found traces of blood and DNA

belonging to you and Mr. Montero.

I lent it to my neighbours.

They needed it for their move.

What move?

They're moving house.

We don't have any records

of anyone moving house.

They asked to borrow my toolbox.

Mr. Montero was killed

with this screwdriver.

It has traces of blood on it,

and your prints, Mr. Martn.

You're going to be held in custody

without the right to bail.

They planned the whole thing.

They knew from the start.

It's much better this way.

This is a much better ending.

What a twist!

I would never have come up

with that ending!

Sons of b*tches...

Sons of b*tches!

Sons of b*tches!

I found this on his bed.

BIGARREN, F*GGOT!

I told you people were saying

you're a f*ggot.

Son of a b*tch!

I'm going to blow your head up!

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