A Kind of Murder Page #2

That's right.

Go to her.

Get out.

Just go to her.

A police chief

told the press today

they are still looking

for clues to the brutal killing

of a woman now identified

as Helen Kimmel

at Harry's rainbow grill.

Investigations are continuing.

Corby.

The Helen Kimmel murder.

It's building nicely.

I can taste it.

Kimmel has a strong alibi.

We've already turned him over.

There's nothing there.

That kid Tony Ricco

swears Kimmel was at the movies.

He's in the clear.

Hi there, Mr. Kimmel.

How's it going?

It's going okay, thanks.

That detective's

been here again.

He keeps asking me

the same questions.

Well, Tony, you just keep

giving him the same answer.

I got you a special treat today.

You're spoiling me, Mr. k.

It's all a question

of who you know...

And who you trust.

Hash browns with lots of onions.

- And one of your frankfurters.

- You got it.

And give me

some cheese with that.

Sure thing Mr. k.

And a big slice of that

chocolate banana cake.

Still going on about this.

I saw you.

Everyone saw you.

Are you out of your f***ing...

- Mind.

- Ellie Briess. Ellie Briess.

Don't dare deny it.

It's not worth denying.

I have... I have really tried.

But you are making it

impossible for me.

What the hell

happened to us? Did we...

We had one good year.

Was that it? Was that

all we got? One good year?

Well? Was that it?

Stop it! Stop shouting at me.

Good night, Claudia.

You married me

"in sickness and in health."

- Remember?

- Whatever happened to "health"?

It's not my fault!

I can't help it.

I promise. I promise. This

time I will go and see someone.

I know I've said it so many

times, but believe me, Walter.

- I will go and see someone.

- Calm down.

- I promise I will.

- Sure. Go right ahead.

For god's sakes, Clara,

don't being so melodramatic.

Leave me alone!

All right.

All right. I will.

You're on your own!

House is all yours tonight.

Are you following this story?

Not closely.

I'd say he looks like

a man who murdered his wife.

That's ridiculous.

You can't tell that

just by looking at someone.

Well, I'd say he did it.

I've worked it out.

He followed her bus,

lured her away from the stop,

killed her.

Simple as that.

Turned around and headed home.

Left no clues.

Seems he has a great alibi.

He's real smart.

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Oh, for god's sake.

Open the door. Clara!

Oh god no, no, no!

Clara! Clara!

Clara!

Clara. Come on, Clara.

Clara, wake up.

We'll pump her out.

We should know in 48 hours.

Walter?

Who was she seeing?

What?

Her analyst, what's his name?

I'm sorry.

I couldn't persuade her

to see anyone.

I tried.

You should have tried harder.

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