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So, seeing where you are, I'll take the deal.

You want me to plead guilty to a second -degree murder?

So I can, what, spend the rest of my life in prison?

No, look.

You'll get ten.

Fifteen, Max.

I didn't do it.

It doesn't matter.

What matters is the evidence against you.

What about all the times that he cheated on me? What about all the times that he

almost put me in the hospital?

Cheating isn't a valid reason to commit murder.

What matters is the proof that you have.

And besides, all that shows me is that you had motive.

I wish I would have killed him.

And these are all mitigating factors that can gain you some sympathy.

Trust me, the judge will have leniency if you take the plea.

The judge?

isn't going to sentence me because you are going to get me off.

The only way that I can get you off is if you give me more.

Is there anything else you can remember?

I... I don't know.

Well, let's start from the beginning of the day.

Tell me everything that happened.

I caught him cheating a few days before.

He left his phone open and I saw all the texts.

So, that morning, he was really trying to win me back with a surprise.

Are you trying to buy me back with a trip to France?

Do I look that cheap to you?

I'm not trying to buy you back. It's an apology.

Supposed to be a chance for us to get away and reconnect.

You're the last person I want to be on a vacation with.

Babe, I know that I'm horrible at relationships, but you gotta admit, I'm

good time.

You know, one of these times you're not going to be able to buy your way out of

one of your fuck -ups.

So that's a yes.

No, it's a no.

Be mad at me, or I'll go down on you.

No, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop.

You sure about that?

Fuck you.

Oh my

god.

Oh fuck you. You always do make my pussy feel so... Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Thank you.

Oh, yes.

I love the way your cock tastes

Oh my god,

this is so good.

Watch it.

Oh fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh fuck.

I'm so fucking perfect.

That's it.

That's it.

Right there.

That's it. You know what I like.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, you're so good.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

That's it.

That's it.

Mm -hmm.

I like talking about it.

And what happened next?

Well, when he finished, he seemed really impatient.

He said he had to go to the office to wrap up some work before we could go on

our trip the next day.

And did he go to the office?

No.

And how do you know that?

Well, when I caught his cheating texts a few days before, I sent his phone to

share his location with me.

So, if he didn't go to the office...

And where did you go?

The Starlight Motel.

It's just a roadside motel with a handful of units.

Did you enter the room?

The door was locked.

And that's why your fingerprints were on the doorknob?

Correct.

And what'd you do next?

I went up to the door and listened.

What'd you hear?

I knew which room he was in because there was a Do Not Disturb sign hanging

his door.

I mean, who puts a sign like that on their door in the middle of the day

they're doing something wrong?

I heard Dylan having sex with some woman.

I knew he had cheated on me before, but I had never been that close to it. It

was devastating.

How did you know it was the late Mr. Fox in that room having sex?

There were only two cars parked out front.

His, and what I can only assume is the woman he was cheating on me with.

Did you wait for this mystery woman to leave before you snuck in and shot your

husband six times?

Objection.

Ms. Mercer is badgering the witness.

Sustained.

Did you know the woman your husband was in the motel room with?

Not personally, but I can only assume it was the Michelle woman I caught him

texting a few days before.

But who knows?

He's had so many different affairs.

So did you conspire with the Michelle woman to leave the door unlocked so you

could sneak in and kill your husband?

No.

If you didn't do that, then what did you do?

Hearing them was enough.

I think I just needed to know that our marriage was over, so I just got in the

car and left.

Help me understand something with this box.

You followed your husband to a secluded motel room where he was having an

affair.

You crept to the door.

You heard him having sex with another woman.

You grabbed the handle in an attempt to get in.

Then, after all that, you just decided to go home?

Yes.

If you followed your husband with the intention of catching him cheating, why

were you in such a rush to leave?

There was nothing left to say to him.

Honestly, I didn't want him to see how much he had hurt me.

So, according to you, this is a terrible coincidence. At the same time and place

your husband was having an affair, at the same time and place he was murdered?

No more questions, Your Honor.

I warned you.

I said we shouldn't put you on the stand.

We just need to find her.

Or someone who saw her.

Even if we find Michelle, that doesn't mean they're going to exonerate you.

Why would she kill him?

This happened in a dirty motel room.

There's evidence of a hundred different people walking in there a day.

You have motive.

You look guilty.

Guilty? Guilty of what? Having shitty tastes in men?

The jury's going to see a woman that was constantly abused and cheated on.

They're going to think that you were in it for the money.

You think I'm the only one that gets involved with awful people for their

Where do you think your money comes from?

Look, if you help me win this case, I'll cripple your race.

But if we lose, I might not be able to pay you at all.

You're threatening me.

No, I'm motivating you.

Look, my husband's wealth blinded me from all the cheating, the abuse, the

drinking.

But that doesn't mean that I killed him.

We just need to find some evidence. We need something.

We need someone.

We need to find someone that can prove it wasn't me.

What is that supposed to mean?

Look, the jury wants to believe me.

So we need to feed them someone that will give them an excuse to believe me.

I was patrolling the area that day. I had just responded to a domestic

call nearby.

And I was idling in the Starlight Motel parking lot, finishing my lunch and

doing some paperwork, when I saw a woman run frantically out of the motel.

This woman.

Did she happen to look like Mrs. Fox?

No, not at all.

She's much thicker, she has black hair, and she's got many tattoos.

And how do you remember her so well?

By the way she fled the motel, she was clutching a bag and she was moving much

too fast for a woman in high heels.

And why didn't you stop her?

You can't stop everyone that looks suspicious.

Officer Newman, just by your professional opinion, you've been a

for many years.

You've arrested thousands of criminals.

How would you say this woman looked?

Guilty. Objection.

Conjecture. No more questions, Your Honor.

Officer Wilson, why didn't you come forward with this information when you

learned of Mr.

Fox's death?

I did. I just didn't realize the murders had been committed until I talked to

Mr. M.

I knew you'd find me here.

Have you ever considered how many crimes you're guilty of by association?

I climbed it, I said.

Did you bother staying for the bird?

You know, if I'm still guilty of making a living off a criminal, then what does

it make you for accepting a drink from me?

Underpaid prosecutor.

How do you defend people like that?

Well, I believe in due process.

I liked you better when you were an alcoholic.

At least then you had a conscience you were trying to cover up.

Well, I'm still an alcoholic.

I just stopped drinking.

What's your secret?

Well, I just trade one addiction for another.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

That any better?

In fact, it can't destroy your life.

It can if you do it right.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

I don't know.

oh yeah

Oh, yeah.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

Is that what you want?

Yeah, yeah. Oh,

fuck you.

Mm -hmm.

Fuck you.

Yes, come on.

Oh my god.

Thank you.

Wow.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

I love you.

You don't have to go.

I do.

I have to do some research on another case.

Not all of us have the luxury of having star witnesses materialize out of thin

air.

How'd you find that guy, anyhow?

I checked the logs for that day.

Looked around.

Saw this patrolman.

I guess I just got lucky.

Curious how often assholes like you get lucky.

See you soon.

Personally, I think he deserved it.

I mean, let's be honest.

She had many reasons to kill him.

But so did a lot of people.

Sometimes, when you push around enough people, someone pushes back.