Under Suspicion Page #6

I mean,

did you, uh...

did you use it

to threaten people?

Really, My Lord, I must object.

I'm just trying

to understand.

I mean, why did you have a gun?

I don't know,

I just kept it, that's all.

And when did you apply

for a license for the gun?

I didn't have a license for it.

We've got to get

that barrister to talk.

He won't.

I've tried.

The beretta was fired

three times in all

from a distance

of less than four feet,

using one of

the bedroom pillows

to muffle the noise.

Stasio was hit twice...

Give this to Frank.

The first bullet penetrated

his chest and his heart,

and in all probability,

he was already dead

when the second shot

was fired.

You've made yourself

hard to meet.

Look, I'm afraid

you're wasting

your time, Detective.

I've already told you

I have nothing to--

Is he telling the truth

about the break-in?

Look, I can't help you,

I'm afraid.

My reputation is--

Sod your reputation.

Is he telling

the truth?

I have nothing to say.

Now, please leave me alone.

Is there room for me?

Look, I'd like

to remind you

who I am, Detective.

I'm not going

to be bullied--

I'm not giving you a choice.

This is a man's life,

or do you want me to

tell your fancy friends

what kind of person you are?

This your coat?

I had paid Mr. Aaron to arrange

for myself and a woman

to be photographed together

to help me...

obtain a divorce.

He met me at Brighton station,

and then we went back

to his office

to sign some papers.

I immediately noticed

something was wrong,

the door had been forced open.

Mr. Aaron checked

in his desk and around,

but couldn't see anything

missing at the time,

and we continued with...

with our business.

But there were

definite signs of a break-in?

Yes. Yes, there were.

You're part

of the prosecution.

I'm still

not certain--

You're part of

the prosecution, Frank!

You can't go

looking for evidence

for the bloody defense.

I'm not sure anymore.

You've got the gun.

What more do you want?

You know he did it,

you just don't want

to believe it.

Waterston knows something.

What's he got up his sleeve?

I mean, there's the gun, yes.

Even the suicide note.

They're damning,

but they're circumstantial.

Nothing directly connects you.

There are

no eyewitnesses,

so he's got to have

something more.

But there isn't anything more.

I went to the hotel that night

to wait for Carlo.

I was going to drive him home

after the, uh...

the photograph.

I was there for about half

an hour when I saw something.

What did you see?

I saw someone

climb over the roof

of the hotel,

they stopped for a moment,

and then they climbed

into a window.

That's the kitchen window,

that's the third

floor window

at the front

of the hotel.

Yes.

Did you see who it was?

It was definitely a man,

from their clothes,

but it was dark.

I couldn't see

them very well.

So you have no idea

who it might have been?

I know exactly who it was.

You say it was dark,

how can you be so sure?

Before they went back

inside the hotel,

they stopped

to light a cigarette.

Did you see their face

in the light?

At that distance?

No, but...

they had a lighter,

and it didn't work properly,

so they tapped it

against their hand,

and then

they shook it twice,

and then tried to light it.

It was...

such an individual way

of lighting a cigarette.

I forgot all about it,

until I saw Tony Aaron

do exactly the same thing

with his lighter.

Liar! She's a liar!

She's making it up!

Sit down, Mr. Aaron.

What did she buy,

the woman who was just in here?

An aeroplane ticket for America.

Why do you want to know?

One-way ticket?

Yes.

You have seen the evidence.

The solicitor's letter,

the gun.

You've seen the shocking

photographs of the dead.

Now, you must be thinking...

what kind of a person

could commit this atrocity.

A man thrown out

of the police force,

who, by his

own confession,

now makes his living

by fraud and deception.

A man who has perjured himself

regularly in court

for the past two years.

A man who was

desperate for money,

and I suggest to you...

was prepared to do

anything to get it.

I-- I know things look bad,

and I'm no angel,

I've done things wrong,

but I didn't do this.

Somebody stole my gun

and tried to frame me.

That's what happened.

Why should I kill my wife?

I mean,

I could just divorce her.

I mean,

what they're saying--

They're saying I killed my wife

for a thousand pounds,

and then killed

this man as well,

so that people

wouldn't suspect me?

It's sick. It's--

I couldn't do anything

like that.

I don't deny I've lied.

I've done a lot of things

wrong in my life,

but not this.

God, not this.

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Someone

in the jury's smiling.

It's going to be

all right.

Have you reached

a verdict

that is the verdict

of you all?

We have.

And to the charge

of murder,

do you find

the defendant guilty

or not guilty?

Guilty.

No...

No.

No. I'm innocent.

No. No.

Get off me.

Get off me.

No. No. No.

I'm innocent.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

I'm innocent.

I'm innocent,

I tell you.

She's clean.

I followed her, everything.

I've turned in

my appeal.

Oh, Christ.

She did it, Frank,

she did it.

What can I do?

I can't do anything more.

Do you know

what I get in here?

I get these two pricks

watching me night and day.

Saying, "Do I want

a game of dominoes?"

Do I even want to play

a game of dominoes?

I'm being hung

in the morning, Frank,

So don't just sit there

and tell me you

can't do anything.

Search the house again.

We missed something.

I can't get another warrant

to search the same place--

When I was in Stasio's studio,

she found me,

and she went crazy.

Search the house again.

Eat your steak before

it gets cold, Tony.

F***, steak!

Frank, find something.

Search the house again.

Paul, it's me.

Call the airports.

If she turns up anywhere,

try getting customs

to hold onto her for a while.

Think of something.

Yeah, well, just f***ing do it.

No, sir, no.

I can't answer

that question.

There's been

no word of a pardon.

I'm sorry, you'll have

to ask the press officer.

You'll have to ask

the press officer

about that as well.

All right, thank you.

Sorry, I can't help you.

It's time

to go, sir.

Yes.

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No, I'm afraid the governor

is unavailable for comment

at the moment.

No.

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I'm not going to make it.

I'm not going to make it!

No, no, hey, guys.

Wait. Wait, please.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it!

I didn't do it.

Wait. I didn't do this.

I didn't do it.

Come on, lad, behave.

I swear to God, I didn't do it.

I'm innocent.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus, God, I'm innocent.

I didn't do this.

Listen,

I swear I'm innocent.

I didn't do this.

I didn't do this.

I swear I didn't.

No. I don't want that. I don't

want it. Listen, I'm innocent.

Don't go away.

Please, stay.

Look, it wasn't me.

Hey!

Oi! Where you think

you're going?

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