Mortal Thoughts

Why don't you take my seat,|Mrs. Kellogg.

- Right here?|- Yes.

If it's too cold for you,|we'll close the window.

No, it's all right. I'm fine.|Thank you.

Ready?

Let's get started.

We're speaking with Cynthia Kellogg|who has come forward voluntarily...

to give information in the case|regarding James Urbanski.

In attendance|are Detective John Woods...

and myself,|Detective Linda Nealon.

Mrs. Kellogg, as procedure,|I have to inform you of your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,|anything you say...

can be held against you|in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

I don't need an attorney.

I didn't do anything|that I should need one.

This is your right.

lf, during the questioning, you wish|to have an attorney present, you may.

I'm just anxious to get on with this.

Do you understand|everything I've said?

Yes, I do.

When was the first time you noticed|problems in the Urbanski marriage?

That I can remember....

The wedding.

That's it, fellas.

How you doing?

How are you?

How you doing? How are you?|Good to see you.

Congratulations, Dominic.

Hey, how are you?

Harry, you look great.|Hey, what do you got?

We can use a couple|more drinks here, Bob.

I was more nervous|than I thought I'd be.

I forgot to do my left hand.

You have gloves on.|Nobody'll notice.

I messed up those words|during the ceremony.

Everyone messes up. Remember mine?|I forgot everything.

Your wedding was great.|Except your husband is...

I don't know. What groom|sells tools at his own wedding?

I know. Let me go get my comb.

Move quickly.|The condo is the future.

If you wanna go co-op,|I can help you with that too.

I couldn't tell the difference.

A condo, you own outright.|A co-op, you own stock in it.

All the units together.|It's not that complicated.

What? One minute, excuse me.

I need the purse.

Do you have to talk business?|This is a wedding.

Cynthia, that's the best time.

Social occasions.|How do you think people get rich?

Rich? That's Joyce's cousin, Bobby.|He doesn't even have a job.

Dominic, the purse.

Thanks, hon.

I'm gonna check with the photographer.

Let's have a group shot|of just the bridesmaids.

Just bridesmaids, please.

Joyce?

Come here.

Come here.

What?

- The purse?|- I gave it to my dad.

Since when do you trust your father?

He paid for the wedding. If he wants|to collect the envelopes, let him.

- Get the purse.|- No!

Go get it!

My sister paid for this dress.

- Come on, it's family now.|- It's none of your business.

- There's no need...|- Get out of here.

Who invited you anyway?

I'm telling you nicely,|go get the purse.

He embarrassed you.|He embarrassed me.

Jim, you got your whole life to fight.|Let's go get a drink.

Go get me a V.O. and soda.

- Daddy?|- Hi, hon.

- What?|- Give me the purse.

I'll take care of it.|You're beautiful.

- Give it to me.|- I got it.

- He's gonna break my neck.|- He'll break your neck?

Just relax, Daddy. Come on.

You look beautiful anyway.

Cut. Cut. Cut.

There's the f***ing purse.|You happy now?

It doesn't make any difference...

since we won't know|what was in there.

- What are you talking about?|- You're father's been drinking.

Big deal. He's nervous.

Keep your voice down.|You wanna make a scene?

You're making a scene|in front of all these people.

Dancing for the first time|as husband and wife...

Mr. James Urbanski|and his lovely bride, Joyce.

Oh, great.|Everybody's staring at us.

Congratulations!

Have a lot of dough.

What?

- I don't hear you.|- I said, I'm sorry.

Come here.|I'll bite your hand.

- Aren't they a lovely couple?|- You're an ass.

Mr. and Mrs. James Urbanski.

I guess they drifted apart from there.

I can't see why they bothered.

Joyce jumped at the chance|to marry Jimmy.

In her mind, he was a very good catch.

And after the wedding, Joyce continued|to confide in you about her problems?

Yeah, she did.

Can you tell us|what her complaints were?

Comes and goes as he pleases.|High all the time.

He was a heavy drug user.|This was a sore point with Joyce?

Well, not at first,|but he never came around.

And then he would just lose it.

What do you mean exactly?

Well, he would...

he would pull a knife on her|and chase her around the room.

Punched her so hard once,|put her in the hospital.

When is the first time Joyce said|she wanted to get rid of her husband?

I remember a time,|I don't know if it was the first time.

- When this is blond, it'll be gorgeous.|- That'd be nice.

Cynthia, I'll do her. Stay off|your feet. Why don't you cop a squat.

Joyce, what are you talking?|I know my limit.

I don't want you popping your toast|with the store full of customers.

Where the hell is Cookie?

Cookie, I'll brain you.

I swear I was stuck|in the tunnel for an hour.

Well? What do you think?

What? Did you swallow a hand grenade?

Joyce, you don't know|what's happening anymore.

We're gonna see your mother now.

- Hey, Joyce. Take the baby.|- You're supposed to take care of him.

- I gotta take care of something.|- You're gonna shoot hoops?

I gotta take care of|what I gotta take care of.

- What the hell is this?|- We ran out of Pampers.

Are you crippled? Buy some.

No. It's your responsibility, Joyce.

What happened this morning?

- I don't wanna talk about it.|- What's that mean?

What?

Great, Joyce.

Could you hold him?

Really f***ing smart.

- Thank you.|- Real f***ing smart.

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