Wentworth (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Knives Out - full transcript

- You're William Jackson?
- Yeah.

Michael Mears, homicide squad.

Can I talk to you outside?

About what?

The murder of Harry Smith.

I thought you were out.

What happened?

I'm sorry, love.

It's just better you
don't come here.

It doesn't cost anything
to reinstate privileges.

You can phase in the
smoking ban gradually,



give the women
a chance to adjust.

Agreed.

Cindy Lou says okay.

Big order.

Better not fuck up.

All right.

What did I say about Liz?

You knew that you
should stay away from her,

but you didn't, did you?

Help me, Franky. Stop her.

Stop her. No, no, no!

- [Hissing]
- [Screaming]

- Why didn't you stop her?
- I couldn't.

If I find out you're bringing
drugs into this prison,



won't be just your hands
that go into that steam press.

WILL: Governor.

That's not mine!

Slot her.

That's bullshit!
That's not mine!

WILL: Enough of
that. Come on. Let's go.

♪ You don't know me ♪

♪ When I don't know you ♪

♪ You don't know me ♪

♪ When I don't know you ♪

♪ You're calling me in ♪

♪ You're catching me out ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

- ♪ You're calling me in ♪
- ♪ You don't know me ♪

- ♪ You're catching me out ♪
- ♪ When I don't know you ♪

Girls are getting
pretty shitty, Franks.

They want their gear
or their money back.

I'm not a fucking
magician, am I?

Tell them to wait.
I'll sort something.

They don't trust you, Franky.
They think you screwed up.

I didn't know Jodes was
gonna fuck me over, did I?

Oh! Aah!

You owe Cindy Lou.

And she's not happy.

I told her I'll get the gear.

Cindy Lou wants it now.

Well, I don't have it.
Tell her to be patient.

You honor your contract...

FRANKY: [Grunting]

or die.

I'll get the gear.

Just tell her to give
me a couple of days.

[Speaking Tagalog]

One hour.

Hey, can I have a puff?

Do you want me
to fucking call Lucy?

- I want...
- You shut your fucking mouth!

- Oh, what the fuck?!
- Shut up! Give me a smoke!

WOMAN: [Mockingly] I
just want a freaking smoke!

BEA: Hey, hey, hey. Can
you guys stop bickering?

Go and do something else, yeah?

It's like being in a
high-school yard.

Bea, have you
thought about talking

to the new counselor again?

I don't need to.

Well, you fought
hard to get her here.

You might as well take
advantage of her yourself.

You've been through
so much, love.

I'm fine.

All right?

[Gate beeps, unlocks]

Miss Miles.

Hey, uh,

I was just wondering if
Mr. Jackson's started work yet.

Why?

I'm asking nicely.

I thought we had
an understanding.

He'll be in
admissions in an hour.

Thank you.

Oi. Heard you scored.

I need the gear.

Desperation looks good
on you. It's kind of hot.

Fuck off.

You'll get it back as
soon as I get a delivery.

Oh, you're gonna have to
tempt me with something else.

- A value-add.
- Like what?

Fuck off!

LUCY: It's either
that or pay top whack.

- How much?
- Triple.

- Forget it.
- Your loss.

All right.

You'll get the cash.
Just meet me in H2.

Sweet.

I'll bring the
strap-on just in case.

Pig.

Thanks.

I really don't like counselors.

You know, they always want
to pry into your personal stuff.

Give her a chance.

Right. Thanks for
coming, everybody.

Good to see lots of new faces.

I thought today we'd kick
off by talking about the riot.

Heard it was a doozy.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're
all expecting a lecture.

Okay, I'm not a screw.

You guys need to release
the pressure, and I get that.

Bet the cleanup was a
pain in the ass, though.

[Light laughter]

I want us to be up front
with each other. No bullshit.

I need to speak to Boomer.

- What for?
- Do you want to take a chair?

No. Come on.

Come on.

Where's my cash?

The rest of my
money. Where is it?

Oh, I-I spent it.

Don't bullshit me.

I asked you to hide
it. So where is it?

Well, I figured you owed me one,

so I-I bought some
chocolate from C Block, eh?

You know, for
the... For the pain.

I don't have time for this.

Cindy Lou is arcing up,
and I need to buy some gear.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

So where's my cash?

Up my ass.

Fuck!

[Laughs]

Fuck yeah.

Well, that sucks.

I was hoping you'd
have to put out.

Where's the gear?

Money first.

Just give it to me.

- Come on, money.
- Get off!

Shut up.

Where is it?!

Give me the fucking gear.

Fuck!

Just give me the fucking gear.

I've banked it.
Want to go fishing?

Hell no. I've got standards.

You can't afford
standards, Franky.

Not anymore.

Give my love to Cindy Lou.

[Chuckles]

See ya, Franky.

- Hi, Bea.
- Hey.

You're in trouble.

[Exhales sharply]
You reckon, Batman?

If you need help...

How are you gonna help me?

You're part of the problem.

You're the reason
why I'm in this shit.

Really?

I'm still offering.

No.

Fuck off.

FRANKY: Yeah, I'm looking
forward to seeing you too.

Hey, there's something
I need you to do.

I need some cash.

No, I need you
to bring it in today.

As much as you can get.

Kimmy, it's important.

I don't give a fuck.
Just fucking do it.

I'm sorry, yeah?

I just really need you to do it.

[Speaking Tagalog]

She says it's not enough.

Well, explain to her
that we're playing it safe.

We need to give her body
time to build up a tolerance

to the methadone.

[Speaking Tagalog]

[Shouting in Tagalog]

Hey! Move along,
or I'll slot you.

[Speaking Tagalog]

Is he here?

Mr. Jackson.

I just wanted to know what
happened with the police.

Can you keep your
voice down, please?

Okay, well, what'd they
want to talk to you about?

They had to eliminate
me from the investigation.

Why would they
think you're involved?

I don't know... Maybe
because I was there

when you blew
Brayden Holt's head off.

[Door opens]

Smith.

What are you doing?

Talking.

Get a move on.

What did she want?

Uh, changes to the roster.
I told her to go see Vera.

I would have thought, under
the present circumstances,

that you'd be giving
Smith a wide berth.

Yes, Governor.

I just want to
concentrate on my work.

[Indistinct conversations]

How you doing?

Fuck, you look good.

- Missed you.
- Yeah, I missed you too.

Hey.

Did you bring the cash?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- How much?

80 bucks.

Hey, it's all I've
got till next week.

Cool.

What's happened?

Nothing. Doesn't matter.

I didn't expect...

There's things I need
to know. Sit down.

- Liz, you know the rules.
- Yeah.

- I saw you. You were out.
- Yeah.

You had the chance
to come and see us,

to try and make things
better, but you didn't.

Don't you want to be our mum?

Of course I do, love.

So why didn't you contact
us when you got out?

- I tried.
- Bullshit.

I went to the house.
I spoke to Kay.

- She would have said.
- I did, love. I swear.

You know, I guess I
shouldn't be surprised.

Eight years and you
never even sent us a letter.

Yeah, but your dad
told me not to write.

- He didn't want you to get...
- So why'd you listen to him?

Because I wanted to do what
was right for you and Artie.

I have never stopped
thinking about you.

You're a liar.

Quiet, please.

Sweetheart...

have you been drinking?

Is that all you've got to say?

I can smell it.

You do not get to
lecture me about drinking!

If you don't calm down,

I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

You got that?

Sophie, you remember

what happened the
night outside that pub?

When you drink,
love, you're vulnerable.

No, when I drink,

I forget that my
mum ruined my life.

[Voice breaking] Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, God, you haven't
forgotten a second of it.

Look at you, for God's sake.

[Sobs]

Soph, I'm sorry.

Shit day, huh, Liz?

[Sobs]

Oh, God.

I'm sorry for being
such a bloody sook.

I heard what she said.

I don't even know
why I'm crying.

Like, it's not like
it's a surprise.

You know, I mean, I know
what I've done to my kids.

I'm sure you didn't
mean to hurt them, Liz.

Oh, God, I would do anything

to change what
happened, but I can't.

And the only thing I can
do is try and stop Soph

from making the same
bloody mistakes that I made.

Well, why don't you try
giving her a call tomorrow?

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

You're a good man, Mr. Jackson.

Linds. Give us the stuff.

Cindy Lou wants privacy.

[Speaks Tagalog]

She's ready to collect now.

[Speaking Tagalog]

This is not enough.

Cindy Lou thinks
you take the piss.

The rest is on its way.
I've got some cash.

[Speaking Tagalog]

We're going to teach
you a lesson now.

[Speaking Tagalog]

You want to fucking
have a go? Let's go!

- [Indistinct shouting]
- Come on!

Put that down! Doyle,
put it down. Now.

We're just mucking around.

If I have to ask you
again, you'll be charged.

- All right, chill the fuck out.
- I beg your pardon?

You happy?

All of you, out. Back
to your units. Now.

Looks like I just saved
you from a beating.

I can take care of myself.

You know, if you can't
keep control of the kitchen,

we can easily put
someone else in charge.

Stop trying to be a hardass,
Vera. It doesn't suit you.

- You're very close to a charge.
- For what?

Verbal abuse of an officer.

- And what'd I say?
- You know what you said.

What, "fuck"?

Surprised you know what that is.

All right.

You're coming with me.

Good.

'Cause I'm freezing
my vinegar tits off.

You have been charged
with verbal abuse of an officer.

Have you anything to say?

She had a sense-of-humor bypass.

Did you guys get a bulk deal?

I will notify the parole board

so they can spike
your application.

I know my rights. You
can't cancel my hearing.

Well, there's no
point asking for parole

with a charge hanging
over your head.

Don't worry, an extra six months
with us isn't that long to wait.

I'm sure it'll fly by.

Come on, Doyle. Let's go.

Hey, we didn't get
a chance to chat.

Yeah, I'm gutted.

You're Franky Doyle, aren't you?

Yeah.

Heard a lot about you. Why
don't you come and see me?

What's in it for me?

Well, you're up for
parole soon, aren't you?

If you can show
that you're attending

regular counseling,
working on self-improvement,

it'll look good for the
suits on the board.

I need a miracle,
not a counselor.

Why don't you come
and talk about it?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Booms, can you walk
with me back to the unit?

Uh, no. I'm not
going back to the unit.

Just walk with me
back to the unit.

No, I'm going to medical,
all right? For my hands.

You got a problem?

Oh, fuck it.

What the hell? I've
already blown my parole.

Hey! Hey, hey! Calm down!

I'm not feeling calm right now.

I'm feeling pretty
fucking angry.

What are you gonna do about it?

All right, let's talk.

I don't do talking.

If you don't calm down,

I'm gonna have to
call for an officer.

Good! Do it!

What are you
fucking waiting for?!

Why don't you tell me
what the problem is, Franky?

[Groans]

This isn't achieving
anything, Franky.

You're all talk.

I prefer action.

Move out of the way,
ladies. Move out of the way.

- Doyle?
- Yes?

- What are you doing?
- Franky, give it up.

WILL: Doyle, step
away from the shelves.

Aah!

What the hell is going on?

I'm slotting her.

- Come on.
- About time.

God.

- Is Jodes in there?
- Get inside.

Jodes, you druggy skank!

Oi, keep it down.

- Can I speak with her?
- No.

I want to understand where
that aggression's coming from.

Well, I'll tell you
where it's coming from.

She's a convicted criminal.

She threw a pan of boiling
oil in somebody's face.

She's a drug dealer
and a violent delinquent.

She is beyond help.

Oh, I disagree. I think there's
something else going on.

Your opinion is irrelevant.

The department doesn't think so.

Early days.

How long will she
be in there for?

As long as I see fit.

[Beep, gate unlocks]

[Gate closes]

- LIZ: Baby can be as tall as...
- DOREEN: 43 centimeters.

43 centimeters. That's tall.

Weigh as much as 1.4 kilos.

So I reckon bub's
about that big now.

And it says here that the
baby can now touch its toes.

I wish I could still do that.

BOOMER: Great.

Hey, I'll give you a hand.

No, don't fucking
touch 'em, all right?

LIZ: Jesus, I'm
only trying to help.

Yeah, well I don't
need your help, lagger.

Hey, what's your problem?

Broken bickies,
thanks to the lagger.

That's enough.

I didn't break your
bloody biscuits.

Yeah, but my hands
wouldn't be like this

if I didn't have to bash you.

- That doesn't even make sense.
- Oh, piss off.

All right?

Whoa, Boomer, you stink.

When's the last time
you had a shower?

I can't do anything
with these hands!

I said that's enough!

All right. Give
Liz the biscuits.

Until those bandages are
off, she's gonna be your helper.

All right, you can start by
giving her a shower. She's rank.

No way is she gonna
touch my vajayjay.

And in return, you're
gonna be Liz's minder.

Anything happens
to her, anything at all,

I'm holding you responsible.

Now, do we have an
understanding? Liz?

Yeah, yeah.

Boomer?

- Boomer?
- Okay.

Good.

There is no way you
are showering me.

That's fine by me.

Good. Give me
the damned biscuits.

- "Please," Boomer.
- Please, Boomer.

Here we are.

I hate my life.

Oh, bloody... Fuck!

Fuck.

[Groans]

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Oh, cheers.

Oh, ta.

Shouldn't Liz be here
helping you with this?

No. Gave her the slip.

Don't want that old bag
following me around anyway.

You must be pretty
pissed off at her.

Yeah. She's a dog.

- Here.
- Cheers.

Does it still hurt?

Shit yeah.

But the lunatic soup's
been helping, eh?

Well, do you want me
to go get you some?

Where's your stash?

Ah, it's a secret.

Anyway, it's almost gone, so...

Well, I could help make
some, if... if you'd like.

Serious?

Well, we're friends, aren't we?

I think what Bea did
to you was really unfair.

Liz deserved everything she got.

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right.

Under the kitchen sink
there's a big drainpipe.

There's a bottle taped
to the back of that.

Yeah, but don't tell
anyone, all right?

I won't. It's our secret.

I used to think you
were a bit creepy,

but you're all
right, aren't you?

Can I have another?

[Door unlocks]

[Door closes]

JODIE: [Crying] Please,
stop. Just leave me alone.

I just want to go
back to my cell.

- [Slap]
- Oh!

[Sobbing] Help me.

JODIE: [Sobbing]

[Door closes]

[Sobbing continues]

Hey, Jodes.

Jodes, are you there?

What happened?

Good morning.

Breakfast in bed
was an hour ago.

I've got good news.

[Gasps]

You're not wearing
any underwear?

- [Chuckles]
- [Laughs]

The governor has
agreed on your release.

I'm happy here, thanks.

- Governor wants you out.
- Why?

Well, I have suggested
that a counseling program

might be more beneficial.

Yeah, I heard you
trying that yesterday.

But why has Ferguson
changed her mind?

Come on, Doyle.
We haven't got all day.

I'm gonna tell you why.

She wants me out of here
so she can get to Jodie.

We can talk about Jodie later.

No, she came in last night.

She did something
to her. She was crying.

LINDA: Franky, come on.

- I want to stay.
- Tough. Move.

No.

Don't make me
drag you out of here.

Fine.

- [Groans]
- Come on.

Liz?

Oh, come on, motherfucker.

[Door opens]

Oh, bullshit!

Oh, come on!

Oh!

Oh, fuck!

[Groans]

Oh ho, jeez!

Give me a break.

Hold on, I'm stuck, I'm stuck.

I'm stuck. Oh, please.

Oh! I was stuck... Oh! Go away!

You need help.

[Laughing] No way, José.

You don't need to feel
embarrassed, okay?

I know what I'm doing.

I used to care for
disabled people.

Do I look like a fucking
disabled person to you?

Yes.

No. Forget about
it. Forget about it.

I'm not letting
anyone touch my bits.

Especially not you, man-lady.

Okay.

- I'm gonna take your arm...
- No, you're not.

And I'm gonna help
you to the shower,

and we're gonna freshen you up.

No, no, I don't need... No,
I don't need freshening up!

Close your eyes,

and imagine you're
somewhere nice,

like at a day spa
with your boyfriend.

No, me boyfriend dumped me

so I wouldn't be at
a day spa with him.

Okay. Is there anyone
else you find hot?

Fev. I'd so get
naked with Fev, eh?

There you go. Fev.

Imagine you're
on a date with Fev.

Close your eyes and
let Fev pamper you.

[Chuckles]

Now, turn around.

No, hang on. Why
are you doing this?

No one ever does
nice shit for me, eh?

It's what I do.

Come on.

So, Bea.

I've been a cop for a while now,

and I've seen a lot
of domestic violence,

and I can understand
why a woman like you

would kill her husband.

I didn't kill my husband.

Mm-hmm. You tried to once.

Yeah, those charges
were dropped.

But now your
husband really is dead,

and I want to know why.

Don't you want to know why?

Yeah, I do.

I've been thinking that, um,

the Holts, the Holts' crew,

they would have wanted
him dead after what I did.

Revenge motive?

It's interesting.

Except, when Vinnie died,

his little organization
disbanded.

And they wouldn't
be interested in Harry.

You, on the other hand,

you're a person who's
known for taking revenge.

You owned a house together,
and it sold recently, didn't it?

Now you won't have to
settle for just half the money.

300 grand profit,
eh, give or take?

Why would I care about money?

Ah.

Now, that's a very
good question, Bea.

And I've been
thinking about that.

You're wasting your time.

I was locked up in
here. I didn't do it.

Yeah, I know you didn't.

So why are you
still grilling me?

Because I think
you know who did.

- No, I don't.
- Will Jackson.

- This is a joke.
- You've got a history.

He was there when you escaped.

When you murdered
Brayden Holt. Did he help you?

No, no. He was exonerated,
and you know that.

Where there's smoke,
there's a dodgy officer.

Why would Will want
to get rid of Harry?

I think you're a team,

and I think you planned
to get rid of Harry together.

They've got a history too.

No, they don't.

This police report
says otherwise.

Five months ago,

Will Jackson threatened
your ex-husband with an ax.

So, shall we start this
conversation again?

You in trouble with
the other prisoners?

You clearly wanted
to be slotted yesterday.

Why's that?

Talking isn't gonna help me.

Talking achieves jack shit.

You're studying law.

So?

Isn't that all talk?

I hear you're pretty good.

You can state a case,
debate important issues,

form conclusions,
except about your own life.

Why is that?

You're working to improve
the lives of other people

but not your own.

I think that is a shame.

You can't help
me, so give it up.

I'm fucked, and so is my parole.

What do you really
want out of life, Franky?

Can you see yourself
ever leaving this place?

Yeah.

Pretty fucking soon, actually.

How do you envisage that?

Describe your
ideal scenario to me.

How would you like this
chapter of your life to end?

- What's the point?
- Humor me.

Paint me a picture.

I want to walk
out of those gates.

All this place
and everyone in it

is just a smoking pile of ashes.

And I want to be picked
up by a hot girl in a hot car

and driven off into the sunset.

So how's that picture?

Says it all.

Anger and hope.
That's you all over.

You've been here
five fucking minutes,

so don't make
assumptions about me.

There's no fucking hope.

Yeah, you're wrong.

No, I'm a realist.

And right now, my options range
from shithouse to clusterfuck.

I'm gonna help you stop
self-sabotaging, Franky.

I'm gonna help
you get out of here.

Yeah, well, stick around,

'cause I'm gonna be
leaving here in a coffin.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

Liz, you right?

Oh, I'm just waiting
for the phones to open.

Hey, Mr. Jackson.

What's this about you
going 'round to my house

and threatening Harry?

He tried to run me off the road.

What?

He thought we were together.

I went around to his place
after, and he called the cops.

Why didn't you tell me this?

Hey?

Did you go around there again?

Did you see him again?

I've got enough on my plate

without you firing
questions at me.

I don't answer to
you. You got that?

You got that?

Yeah.

Hey. Are you okay?

Yeah.

- What did the police want?
- Oh, same old questions.

- Well, who do they think did it?
- Don't know.

[Fever Ray's "If I
Had a Heart" plays]

♪ Dangling feet
from window frame ♪

♪ Will I ever, ever
reach the floor? ♪

♪ More, give me
more, give me more ♪

♪ Crushed and
filled with all I found ♪

♪ Underneath and inside
just to come around ♪

♪ More, give me
more, give me more ♪

♪ Ahh ah-ah-ah ah-ahhh ♪

♪ Ahh ah-ah-ah ah-ahhh ♪

♪ Ahh ah-ah-ah ah-ahhh ♪

[Gagging]

Cindy Lou will finish you now.

[Speaking Tagalog]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Whimpering]

[Shouting in Tagalog]

You stay away from
me, you understand?

Do you understand?!

We can't hear you!

Understand.

Aah!

And what about you?

- You got that?
- Aah!

'Cause we all know
you're the real boss.

Is that a yes?

Right, let her go.

You've got your
money. Now fuck off.

[Shouting in Tagalog]

Ah. Pleasure doing business.

Let me know if you want seconds.

Clearly you enjoy
an older woman.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Viv, don't...
Fucking hell. Slow up.

Shit.

Oh, Jess, Jess, love,
can I... can I push in?

Just this once. It's
really... It's really important.

- Sure.
- Thank you.

But you owe me.

Yeah. Yeah.

I owe you.

Soph! Love, it's
me. It's your mum.

S... Sorry, love, Soph.

No, no, darling, I need...

Just calm down. Calm down.

Tell me... Tell me
what's the matter.

You... You...

Soph, you're gonna
have to slow down, love.

Slow down.

Soph?

Sophie.

[Locker door closes]

Vera, have you got a sec?

Not really.

It's about Franky Doyle.
The verbal abuse charge.

Yeah, what about it?

I was wondering
if you'd reconsider.

Now, why would I do that?

Well, Franky's a smart
woman and I want to help her,

but to do that I
need to give her hope

for a potential future
away from here.

Do you know plenty of people
have tried to help Franky?

They have all failed.

Governor's expecting me.

Well, she just needs
the right mentor.

You know, self-belief can
mean the difference between

success and failure.

I have to run it
by the governor.

Okay.

I would have thought she'd
allow you some autonomy.

- Of course she does.
- Right.

You filed the charge.
Shouldn't it be your decision?

Leave it with me.

- Best day ever?
- Huh.

Hey, Franky?

Huh?

I've cleared your debt.

What?

I just spoke to
Cindy Lou and Tina.

It's all over.

I didn't ask you to do that.
I never asked for your help.

Well, I don't want shit going
down that I didn't approve of.

This isn't about you.

I can look after
myself. You got that?

I'm not one of your
fucking pet projects.

Projects?

I was protecting you.

That's a laugh.

Bea Smith, the great protector.

Didn't work out for that
daughter of yours, did it?

Or your husband.

Everyone you touch ends up dead.

You're not a protector. You're
the Grim fucking Reaper.

[Inhales sharply]

[Door closes]

[Sobbing]

[Knock on door, door opens]

Bea, your door.

Shut the door. I don't want
them to see me like this.

Come here. Come
here. Come here, babe.

[Sobbing]

Oh, God, I don't even
know why the fuck I'm crying.

I hated Harry.

After everything he did
to me, I wanted him dead.

I wanted him dead.

But now he is, I wish
I could take it all back.

[Sobs] Oh, how
fucking weak is that?

It's not weak.

He was your last link to
Debbie and your old life.

I thought I was
stronger than this.

You're the strongest
woman I've ever met.

All I am

is a woman with a shitload
of blood on her hands.

- Franky.
- What do you want now?

She's done you a favor,
Doyle. We both have.

Don't make us regret it.

Miss Bennett has kindly agreed

to withdraw the
verbal abuse charge.

Miss Westfall thinks
you have potential,

and I hope she's right.

Now, there are conditions.

First, that you attend
regular counseling sessions,

starting tomorrow.

And second, that you
apologize to Miss Bennett.

Is this for real?

I can apply for my parole again?

If you behave.

I'm sorry, Miss
Bennett. I was out of line.

This is your last chance.

See you tomorrow at 11:00.

Thanks, Gidget.

Bridget.

I prefer Gidget.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Why were they taking your DNA?

I told you to stay away from me.

If we keep being seen together,
word will get back to the cops.

Hold on. Did they find
some DNA at the scene?

Is that why they're testing you?

Get your hands off me.

Hey. He was my husband.
I've got a right to know.

Hey, why won't you tell me?

I didn't fucking kill him, okay?

Well, so why are
you a suspect, then?

Because I was there.

I was at the house
the night he died.

I wanted to talk to him, to stop
him from testifying against you.

You happy now?