All language subtitles for Taggart s18e02 Fade to Black

Finish up here as quick as you can. Drug
overdose coming in.

What's wrong?

What's happening?

Okay, what have we got? Both of those.
The kids signed up and they came home

from school.

Okay.

Can you hear me?

CPS, pre -check pulse, BP, and intubate.

Move it, I'm calling you.

Hi.

You okay?

I heard that woman died.

The overdose.

Sandra, come here. You've got one.

Well, how was the day?

Maybe you don't want to talk about it.

You're dead right, I don't.

Yeah?

Alright then, you can come round.

But it won't do any good, do you realise
that?

What do you want?

Look, I'm busy. I don't have time to...
Is that on?

What are you playing at?

I mean, I'm still struggling to get
through last week's bump, and the top

keep firing more stuff into my tray.
There's nobody out there who realise

choking on red tape.

Well, as my father used to say, rules
are for the obedience of fools, and the

guidance of lies men.

Death occurred sometime yesterday
evening, say, between half seven and

nine. She was stabbed once in the back
with a blade of some kind, quite

one of those.

No sign of a struggle.

That's their attacker.

Suddenly grabbed the knife and then went
for her as she was turning away. Who

found her?

A friend. She was a neighbour across the
way.

Robbie, go on to Jackie.

Tell her I want her and Stuart over here
pronto.

Morning, Sheila.

Don't usually think I'm in a good kind
of case.

What, you mean another heroin overdose?

Yeah. Yeah, well, the thing is... Oh,
excuse me.

Reid.

Yeah, hello, Robbie.

OK.

Yeah, we'll be there in ten minutes?

Yeah.

Sorry, Sheila, I have to rush.

Catch you later.

See you.

Who's that?

Danny Smith.

Local dealer.

Just lost another customer.

Don't suppose he's worried.

What? She must have been expecting
company.

You don't get this stuff for £1 .99 on
Asda.

What was the name of the pal that found
it?

Karen Redpath.

I banged on the door but there was no
answer.

So I looked through the kitchen window.

I could see her lying on the floor and I
screamed and that's when the neighbour

came running out.

She seemed to be expecting a visitor
last night.

Would you have any idea who?

No, I really couldn't say.

I've only worked with her for about six
months since she got transferred to A

&E.

I think she liked to keep herself to
herself.

Never really talked about anything much
except work.

How about her family?

We'll need to let them know.

Her parents are both dead, she said.

Apart from her brother in Canada, she
was on her own.

Do I detect signs of a hangover?

No.

More like a dose of the flu coming on.

How you doing, Jackie?

Hi, Alex.

So what have we got here?

Right, everybody up to speed.

Okay, Jackie, I want you and Stuart to
concentrate on what this place has got

tell us.

Make sure your uniform sets the area for
the murder weapon. Have a word with the

neighbour across the way so you can get
to him. Plus, phone records, last known

movements, all that stuff.

So where are we off to?

On to the hospital.

I'll bet you it's a boyfriend, someone
she pushed too far.

Save it for the bookies, Robbie.

This is not a game you bet on.

To be honest, I didn't like her that
much at all. Does that make me a

What was the problem?

Oh, one night I broke a glass, cut my
hand really badly, blood all over the

place. So I think, Randall's a nurse,
she'll know what to do. Do you know what

she said when I went to her door?

She was busy, and besides, she got
enough of that at her work.

So not the sympathetic type? No.

Wow.

Nearly 1 ,200 quid.

There was probably more before she
bought those designer clothes.

How could a nurse make all that?

Some other job on the side?

Oh, come off it, sure.

If she found something that paid as well
as that, why keep on her day job?

Anything else?

I checked the phone records. No sign of
her mobile.

But she made a lot of calls to a local
taxi service.

Better bring the boss up to speed.

How much money?

Get round to the taxi service.

Keep me posted.

Come on, Jean, she was upset.

What did you expect me to do, eh?

Tell her she was being a wimp?

Especially when she just said she'd
rather stay here and keep herself busy.

Dr Gillespie, I'm DCI Buck, the
inspector Roy.

We know you must be busy, but we do need
to talk to you.

Yeah, I've been expecting you.

I'll leave you to it.

Mrs Gillespie?

Yes. I run the administration for this
part of the hospital.

Really? That must get a bit tricky at
times.

Opposite sides of the fence and all
that.

Well, the secret is not to take work
home with you.

Terrible news about Sandra.

Absolutely terrible.

Still hasn't sunk in yet.

I see Karen's been spreading the word.

Aye, she's a regular customer.

And one of your drivers took her home
from work last night?

Aye, Jim Campbell.

Where is he now?

He's having a job.

Can you call him in? Aye.

It's Beth, not to mention, with the
police.

OK, I'll do my best to get it finished
by the end of the day, but the odd bit

patient care might get in the road.

Oh, let's not start that again.

Look, we need to monitor levels of drug
expenditure, and this is the best way to

do it.

Tom, the police need to look in Sandra's
locker. Can you show them?

Ah, sure.

What was that you were talking to Mrs
Gillespie about?

No record keeping that full.

I wouldn't mind so much, but it's less
than a year since Adam Gillespie and I

set up the new pharmacy system.

And management wanted to change it back
again. Seems like Jean's decided she

does. Boss, the letter inside.

So how'd you get on with Sandra and Mr
Ballantyne?

OK.

I suppose.

Was there a problem?

I'm not saying she wasn't good at her
job, but... You might as well hear it

She and I had a big fight a couple of
weeks ago.

She put in a complaint to the management
and, as you can see, I'm not exactly

popular with them anyway.

Now, what was the fight about?

A wee while ago, we had an outbreak of
MRSA in here. The superbug?

You probably read about it. Some folk
nearly died.

Anyway, there was an inquiry to find out
where it came from and it turned out to

be the equipment hadn't been properly
sterilised.

And Sandra was responsible?

Yeah. Yeah, I thought so.

I couldn't prove anything, so I kept
quiet.

Then one day she argued with me about
something.

And I got mad and shut my mouth off in
front of half of the A &E staff.

Against the rules, big mistake.

So what happens to this complaint
against you now?

It's dropped, I suppose.

Come in, John.

I need to talk to you straight away.

Mr. Campbell?

This is Detective Sergeant Wheat.

We think you may be able to help us with
an investigation and we really would

like...

How long since we put out the
circulation on that guy Campbell? Last

All right, we'll get back to him.

Any sign of the murder weapon?

No. All right, two things to bear in
mind. One, there was a lot of cash found

the flat that needs to be explained.

How did you get it? Where did you get it
from? Now, maybe that ties up with the

second thing, which is there seems to
have been some kind of mystery man in

life. Robbie?

No, wasn't me, boss.

No, Sandra had made a booking for
herself and someone else next weekend in

expensive resort up north.

She'd made it under a false name, care
of her own address.

So I want house to house.

Show this photograph of Sandra to
everybody in the street. Get as much as

can, particularly of anybody she was
seen with.

All right, back to Mr Campbell.

Sir, I've got a lot more on him. Share
it with us.

As you can see, Campbell's got four. Two
prison sentences in the last three

years, both for harassing women and one
with a nurse.

Two months ago. He was arrested for
assaulting a prostitute.

Not charged.

She wouldn't cooperate.

Sounds promising, doesn't it?

But something else.

After his second sentence for stalking,
he was referred to the Northside

General, the psychiatric outpatient
department.

Uh -huh.

Where at that time, Sandra Mailer was
working as a nurse.

Jackpot. What a result.

Stuart, my man. I'm sure we've got this
wrapped up.

You're having one. On me.

I thought you never asked, sir. All
right, all right, less of the comedy

routine. Robbie, see how fast you can
get a search warrant for Campbell's

On my way, Chief.

Yeah, whatever.

Jackie, you're with me.

Where to exactly?

Back to the hospital.

I want to find out. Oh, Matthew, I was
just on my way to see you.

Not much to help you on the Sandra
Mailer case, I'm afraid.

Somebody used surgical swabs to wipe
everything clean as a whistle.

Did they indeed?

Mm -hm.

Spent a couple of boxes in the flat.

Perk of the job, I suppose.

Now, of course, if you were to find a
murder weapon... Oh, no, thanks, Sheila.

Leave it at my desk, will you? Oh, you
don't?

Oh, yesterday.

Oh, right.

About what? Well, it wasn't just another
heroin overdose.

Come on, Jackie, have it all day.

Chief Inspector, I hear you're asking
for DNA samples.

Anyone who worked with Sandra, yes.
Standard procedure these days.

When exactly did this young woman die?

We never released that kind of detail,
Mrs Gillespie.

Well, if it was sometime the other
night, I can save you the trouble in

case. He was at home all evening. With
you?

With me.

Anyone else there?

One doesn't have to be, does there?

I think that's what they call a pre
-emptive strike.

Yep, looking out for her own.

Yes, Robbie.

What, already?

OK, I'll be with you in 15.

I'm going to set to go at Campbell,
Jackie.

I want you to stay here, talk to the
nurses, try and pick up the goth.

I want the name of the mystery man in
Sandra's life and anything else you can

pick up. See you later.

What are you waiting for?

On you go.

Robbie, you stick with me.

She'll start up in there.

There's Carol Smiley when you need her.

Yeah, well.

Cozy enough for a couch potato, though.

The cheerleaders say they couldn't find
Sandra's mobile.

Yeah, that's right.

Officer!

Back there for me.

Sir, Percy left.

No. Wait for the photographer.

I thought Alex would be covering the...

No, no, he's gone down with the flu.

Wait and see what Campbell's got on
tape.

You

know

where that is?

Sandra Miller's clothes.

It was recorded at 8 .15 on the night
she died.

Stuart, rewind it, will you?

I'm free -streaming the last bit.

Will you switch that thing off?

Now,

there's your man.

Classic Patton.

He's gone from harassing women to
affilting them to killing one.

I think there's a good chance he'll be
back at the hospital.

You and Stuart get over there.

What are you doing, eh?

That's going to be Lassie.

Don't mess about with that guy.

Here I missed all the excitement.

Did you get any further with the mystery
man?

Yeah, but it turns out that Adam
Gillespie's got a bit of a reputation.

He had an affair a year ago with a
nurse.

It was later fired by Mrs Gillespie.
Really?

Yep. And that was Sandra's mobile you
found at Campbell's.

The last call she got was at 20 past six
on the night she died.

She must have got it in the cab on the
way home. Who from?

From the office at the A &E department.

But, you know, the odd thing is that the
last call she made was to send flowers.

Now, by all accounts, Sandra wasn't
exactly the sentimental type. It seems

out of character.

Aunt Lear?

Are we looking for Mrs Donaldson?

Is that your mummy?

No, I'm their grandmother. What is it?

Oh, I'm DS Reid. This is DCI Burke.

I hear about my daughter.

If you are, it's a bit late, isn't it?

Sorry, your daughter?

You go upstairs while I talk to the
leading man for a wee while.

She was trying to get herself off them.

She really was.

I suppose... when things just get too

much for her.

The nurse who sent you the flowers,
Sandra Mailer, did she know your

She must have.

I think they were at school together.

I can't really remember.

Maybe Sandra Mailer saw her at the
hospital.

At the hospital?

Aye, the Northside General.

That's where they took my daughter when
they found her.

That's where she died.

No, it still doesn't really make sense.

Why would Sandra send flowers when she
didn't really know the victim?

You know, Sheila Cromby's got a special
interest in this case too.

What do you mean?

Well, Stuart and I saw her when she came
out the OD victim.

Well, well, look who's here.

Danny Smith?

I know.

What are you doing here?

Free country, Sergeant.

That's the buck.

Did you think you'd come and speak to
Mrs. Donaldson? Sorry, who?

Maybe warn her not to mention your name
to us.

Did she?

Actually, we've better things to talk
about.

Which, in the case of scum like you,
isn't difficult.

Thank you.

Okay, Mr. Ballantyne. If anyone matches
description, give me a call, okay?

Now, listen to me.

Now, don't be frightened.

Where is he?

Did you talk to him?

No, they won't let us. Not yet, anyway.

Why the hell not?

They want to check him for concussion
first. He's waiting on an X -ray.

I want a second opinion in that.

No.

Tom Bannatyne says we have to do test,
and that's it, as far as I'm concerned.

Next question.

Were you having an affair with Sandra
Mailer?

Who told you that?

Never mind.

Were you?

No, I was not.

Anybody that says anything to the
contrary is lying through their teeth.

Well, somebody phoned Sandra Mailer from
this office the night she died at 20

past six.

Who could that have been?

Could have been anybody.

This office was used by a lot of people.

All right.

Where were you that night between eight
and nine?

Look, this man, Campbell, that you're so
anxious to question, I thought he was

your prime suspect.

Please answer the question, Doctor.
Where were you?

My wife's already told you that.

We were at home together all evening.

There's nothing else I can help you
with.

I've got patients to see.

See you later.

I'll aid you to go and check on
Campbell, sir.

Sorry,

didn't mean to interrupt you. Looking
for a file, that's all.

Oh, that's all right, Mrs Gillespie.

I wanted to talk to you anyway.

Me? What about?

There was a mystery man in Sandra
Mailer's life.

We think she was expecting a visit from
him the night she died.

You're not suggesting that Adam is this
mystery man?

Well, somebody called Sandra's mobile
from this office that night while she

on her way home.

So you've been listening to hospital
gossip?

Look, I'm not denying that Adam and I
have had problems in the past.

And I'm not saying that he's always been
faithful to me.

But that's all over now.

He wouldn't do anything to hurt me like
that again. I know that.

Absolutely.

Now, if you'll let me just find this
file, I'll get out your way.

Your husband seems to like a bet.

Yes, it's a weakness of his.

It's not a crime, though, is it?

Look, Inspector, even if Adam hadn't
been with me that night, he couldn't

killed that girl. Why's that?

He's just not capable of it.

Stabbing someone like that.

You must believe me.

What was that all about?

She was afraid her husband killed
Sandra.

She gave him an alibi.

Wouldn't be the first time a wife's lied
to protect her man.

We can speak to Campbell in the morning.

The rules say we can question you by
yourself at this stage.

What about?

I left her at the hospital.

What were you doing there?

I thought something was wrong with me. I
wanted them to take a look at it.

Like what?

Sword ripped.

I thought it might be broken.

What, in a fight?

The other night, maybe?

No, I fell.

Anyway, they were busy at the hospital
and it wasn't hurting that much, so I

decided just to leave it.

Do you feel he could get out through the
pharmacy?

Why did you run?

Same reason why you wouldn't come and
talk to us earlier.

What do you mean, same reason?

Because you killed Sandra Mailer. No.

I never touched her.

Then why did you run?

Look, I'm no stupid.

As soon as I found out she was dead, I
knew you guys would be after me.

Me and my record, eh?

Well, can't blame her.

Assaulting a prostitute.

That was a misunderstanding.

Yours or hers?

Hers.

I was just trying to help her. She was
just a young lad. She shouldn't have

doing that stuff.

And what about all the other women?

The ones you harassed, the ones you
stalked? I told you, it was a

misunderstanding.

Anyway, I did my time.

So how did you find out Sandra went
dead?

I went past her place that morning and
saw you lot.

Did you do that often with her? Did you
turn up like that on spec?

Well, there's no law against it, is
there?

For God's sake, Robin.

When was the last time you saw Sandra?

When I dropped her off.

You sure about that?

Aye, I'm sure, OK.

Jim.

Jim, we know for a fact that you were at
Sandra's flat later on, at 8 .15 to be

exact. Aye.

How do you make that out? Because we
went round to your place yesterday and

found some very interesting things
there.

Including Sandra's mobile.

Yeah, well, she left it in my cab.

That's why I was there that morning, to
give it back to her.

No.

See, we think you took it back the night
before, and that's when it all turned

nasty.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about a tape that shows you
and Sandra having a right rammy in her

flat.

Go right next door.

We can all take a look at it if you
like.

I'll tell you what.

Sir, I need to take you right away.

Not now.

Sir, I can't wait.

DCI Buck leaves the room at 10 .50
hours.

Now, Jim, you just carry on with what
you were about to say.

Alex Scobie is listed on this warrant as
the photographer, right?

So Alex had time for a sex change,
didn't he, Fiona White, before he

Campbell's flat, did he?

See how fast you can get a warrant, you
said.

Look, by the time I found out Alex had
gone home with the flu, I'd got the

warrant signed.

I mean, there wasn't time to do it all
again for the sake of one name, and

was the only photographer I could get.

Oh, for God's sake, Robbie, do you never
read any of this bumf that you go on

about? The rules say that anybody not
named on a warrant has to be supervised

throughout the search. Did you do that
because I didn't see you? And I know I

didn't. I know technically it's a
problem.

Technicalities of what these rules are
all about. You know about the High

Court's ruling.

Listen, boss, one more push and
Campbell's... We did no forensic!

All we've got is what we found in
Campbell's flat, and now that's probably

inadmissible in a court.

So even if he coughs his guts, there's
no corroboration and he walks.

This is DCI, Buck. I want to speak to
the fiscal, please.

Yes, it's urgent.

Wait a second.

Thanks, old Jackie.

Thanks a bunch.

No, don't blame me for this.

Oh, no, you never slip up, do you? No,
we all make mistakes, but that's not the

issue here.

Let's have the benefit of your wisdom,
then.

What is the issue here?

Not dealing with your mistake.

Trying to pretend it doesn't matter,
that you can charm your way around it.

Robbie, you can't do your job if you
think the rules apply to everyone except

you. Save the speeches for the promotion
board, will you? Tell Mr Campbell he's

free to go.

The fiscal said he might get away with
it, but he's not going to take the risk

of another public bollocking from the
bench.

And that's a direct quote, by the way.

I'll tell you something about rules,
Jackie.

Some people think they're for the
guidance of wise men and the obedience

fools. That's another direct quote, by
the way.

No way, I'm busy.

Too busy for me?

You're not the only cop around here with
a murder case, you know.

Well, the thing is, I really need to
know what that perfume is that you're

wearing. And while we're on the subject,
why were you so interested in that O

.D. case?

Okay. Have you ever heard of a synthetic
form of morphine sulfate called

diacodone? Uh, no.

No. Well, it's a prescription drug,
right? And if you know what you're doing

with it, it's a lot stronger and
cheaper.

than street heroin.

Now, this latest case is the third
overdose from it in the last three

I found part of the packet the drug
comes in at the victim's house, and

part of a batch number on it.

Now, when I get time, I'm going to trace
it to source.

Do it now, will you?

Oh, sure. I'll just drop all my other
stuff. If it wasn't important, I

ask.

It's NY White, and it costs a boom.

Nice.

What have you got in Gillespie?

Oh, it's not just the occasional
flutter. Whether his wife knows or not,

got a serious gambling habit.

But Campbell's the one who killed
Sandra?

No.

No, it's more complicated than that.

Yes, Sheila?

You wanted to know where that batch of
diacodone came from?

Northside General.

Sandra Miller's bathroom cabinet.

What?

There was two packets of the bloody
stuff in there.

Get your coat. We're going back to the
hospital.

Sir, I just got a call. A bloodstained
kitchen knife's turned up.

They're bringing it in now.

Where was it found? The back of the
hospital.

The porters noticed it on the way to the
incinerator.

Sheila, give it the works as soon as it
arrives.

Matthew, I have to spend the entire
day... N .Y. White was not...

You better give me what I want or you're
finished.

I've got all the evidence the police
need to put you away.

You made the right decision.

Okay.

I'll tell you what you do.

Yes, I set up the system, but Tom
Ballantyne is responsible for running

Look, what is this about?

Shouldn't you be trying to find out who
killed Sandra?

That's exactly what we're doing.

What do you mean?

Well, her death could be connected with
the theft of drugs from this department.

That's impossible.

What makes it impossible?

The system.

It's designed to prevent any abuse.

That's right.

Okay, maybe occasionally somebody could
nick the odd packet of this or that when

we're really up to our armpits.

But nobody can steal large amounts from
here on a regular basis.

It's all got to be authorised in advance
and signed for afterwards.

You said nobody could do it. You mean no
one person?

Yeah, right.

What about two people in collusion?

No. No, that wouldn't work either.

Well, not unless... Unless what?

I think... I'm getting into deep water
here.

I'd really prefer... This is a murder
inquiry.

I don't care how uncomfortable it gets
for you.

Something I noticed when the system was
set up.

I made a joke to Adam about it at the
time.

Adam Gillespie? Yeah.

Because if he and, say, one of the
nurses worked together, that would make

possible. But it would have to be Adam
Gillespie. Oh, yeah.

He's the only one that could authorise
false entries.

Right, I want you to do something for
me.

I told you, I don't know anything.

We don't believe you can.

You were the neediest thing to a friend
Sandra had in here.

She must have told you something.

Maybe, but I'm not going to lose my job
over it.

What's your job got to do with it?

You talking about the nurse that had the
affair with Adam Gillespie?

And then she got sacked?

Karen, I promise you, this will stay
strictly between us, but it's absolutely

crucial.

Or Gillespie and Sandra having an
affair.

How do you know?

Because I walked in on them once in
here.

Look, you promise it'll stay strictly
between us?

I promise you, Dean Gillespie won't
know.

There's no Dean I'm worried about.

It's Adam.

He called me in this morning and said
that if I told anyone anything about him

and Sandra, I'd be out of here and I'd
never work anywhere again.

Find out if Gillespie really is.

I haven't done a proper check yet, but
it seems you're right.

You wouldn't notice the pattern unless
you knew what you were looking for.

And these changes that Jean Gillespie
wanted, would they have prevented this

happening again?

Yeah. Yeah, they would.

Keep working on it.

He's gone, sir. Reception said he left
20 minutes ago.

Shit!

So do you think Sandra and Gillespie
were in this together?

Means she recognised the overdose victim
and wanted out?

Yeah. That'll be why she's taking the
flowers.

Her conscience will get the better of
her.

We got Sandra's mobile number there.

And then Gillespie killed her because he
knew she was going to blow the whistle

on him.

Campbell used the phone to call here 40
minutes ago.

Must have been fixing up a meet with
Gillespie. What are you talking about?

What's going on?

You got the money?

You got the tape?

I don't know. You haven't copied it.

You're just gonna have to trust me on
that one, Doc.

Well, I can see why you would want to
shell out for that.

Doctor consorts with well -known drug
dealer.

Not a crime?

Come off it, will you?

We can prove the diacode on Smith was
selling in the street came from

General's A &E department.

And if you think a jury will accept that
as coincidence, you're in for a big

disappointment.

And you also owe a lot of money to the
bookies, don't you?

I want to speak to a lawyer.

We haven't charged you yet.

Oh, come on, let's not play games here.
For God's sake, man!

You're supposed to save lives, not
destroy them.

I don't understand what you're talking
about.

Three ODs that we know about and at
least two motherless children.

How the hell can you even think of
justifying that?

People choose to take drugs. Fact of
life.

No one forces them into it.

So... So you admit that you and Sandra

systematically stole diacodone from the
pharmacy.

We have the paperwork to show how you
did it.

Until I speak to a lawyer, I have no
comment.

Well, maybe you'd like to comment on
this.

Forensics have proved that this is the
knife that killed Sandra Mailer.

It was found in a waste disposal bin at
the hospital, and your prints are on it.

Do you realise how conclusive that would
be as evidence... Oh, right.

I admit, I did try to get rid of it, but
only because it had been put in my desk

to make it look as though I were the
killer.

Oh, I see.

And who planted it?

For God's sake, man, it's obvious it was
Campbell.

That's why he came to the hospital that
afternoon, to set me up. And when that

didn't work, he tried to extort money
from me.

He's the man you want. I'm telling you.

He had some sort of fixation on her.

She probably got him involved with
passing on those drugs. And then when

fell out, he killed her. That's how he
got the knife.

And apart from anything else, I've got
an alibi.

Remember?

Go get Jean.

She'll tell you.

I was at home all night.

I didn't kill her, and that's the God's
honest truth.

All right, I put my hand up to all the
other things, like making deliveries to

that guy, Danny Smith, but that's all.

How did you get involved?

Sandra asked me.

She said to keep it between us. She
didn't want Gillespie to know.

But I followed him one night when he was
meeting Smith, and I had the camera.

And I thought, well, if ever he tried to
dump it all on Sandra, this will make

sure he doesn't get away with it.

I swear I didn't kill her.

OK, she got mad at me. That night I went
round, she practically threw me out,

but it wasn't me that killed her.

And?

Well, I hate to say this, but I kind of
believe him.

What about Gillespie?

Well, we still have to break his alibi.

So, how's Mrs Gillespie here?

Great.

When can I speak to him?

How long have you known about his affair
with Sandra?

Quite some time.

And the drugs?

You started tightening up the pharmacy
system.

Sheer coincidence?

This is about his alibi, isn't it?

You're convinced he killed her, so the
alibi I gave him must be a lie.

Is it?

You think this is just misplaced
loyalty?

The pathetic wife who can't stand the
truth about her cheating husband.

Chief Inspector, he couldn't have killed
her.

I know my husband.

He's basically a weak man.

He doesn't have the nerve for going up
behind someone like that and stabbing

in the back. He's just not capable of
it.

Why won't you believe me?

Because if somebody's under enough
pressure... You do know the position I'm

don't you?

Just tell me what time your husband went
out that night.

Shortly before eight.

And what time did he get back?

I don't know.

Late. I was asleep.

And when did he ask you for the alibi?

After we'd heard the news.

He swore to me he hadn't done it, but he
was sure you'd be after him.

He didn't confess it, then?

So how did you know Sandra was stabbed
from behind?

Someone must have mentioned it.

No.

No, that kind of detail we keep strictly
to ourselves.

Only Sandra's murderer could have known
that.

So you killed Sandra and then decided to
make your husband pay.

And the more you protested his
innocence, the guiltier it made him

No, that's not true.

I was home all night.

Adam will back me up on that.

Really? Are you convinced he'll lie for
you when he finds out you planted the

murder weapon in his desk?

Best thing you can do now is make a full
statement.

You got no homes to go to?

I was just wondering what we'll have on
our plate for tomorrow.

There's something else my old man used
to say.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil
thereof.

Good night.

Sir, remember that drink you promised
me?

In a bar that's still open.