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Everyone has somewhere else
they'd like to be.
Now, Henry, if you don't mind...
please...
tell us one more time
how you came upon the girl.
I jogged up to Ricardi's
like I always do.
I grabbed the dog.
Better run him
a little faster, Henry.
He's getting a belly
as round as yours!
F***in' old geezer.
Come on, boy.
Let's go. Let's go!
This dog-
He was definitely with you?
What dialect do you need this in?
Yes, the dog was with me.
The dog was with me.
Got it?
You're saying Tango-
He was there.
Good. You're catching on.
Tango's all right.
Keeps me company
on my runs.
We took the path
by my house like always.
- Suddenly Tango wasn't there.
- Tango, come on, boy!
I called to him,
but he wouldn't come.
I could hear him.
He was growling, barking...
acting peculiar.
That's when I turned back.
I kept calling.
Tango, come on, boy.
The dog wouldn't come.
You couldn't see the girl
at this point?
Obviously not from the path.
But I could see Tango
So you ventured off
into the grove.
That's when I saw her.
At first I thought
she was asleep.
She was almost-
I want to say-
angelic.
The way she just lay there.
Her eyes-
They were dark brown.
They were still open.
Sue Ellen Huddy.
She was three days shy
of her 13th birthday.
- How did you discern she was dead?
- I touched her.
I mean, I put my head
on her chest.
There was no heartbeat.
That was that.
- The dog found the body.
- That's correct.
Mr. Ricardi states firmly that
you did not run the dog yesterday.
He admits that on most days you do,
but not yesterday.
Well, he just
doesn't remember right.
Well, that may be, but in that case,
your neighbor...
Miss Lazzo,
doesn't remember either.
And another neighbor, Mr. Irwin,
In the whole area, you're the only one
who remembers correctly.
- Who am I to believe?
- Them, naturally.
Come on. You're taking this personally.
I'm just trying to find the truth.
You know, you enjoy hounding me.
- How is that, Henry?
- You forget I know all your tricks.
A murder by some thug or nutcase-
That's average.
But when it's a pillar
of the legal community...
that's more than
just a witness-
Then it's banner headlines,
television.
It'd help in your push to become
our next police superintendent, right?
Come on, Victor.
Confess.
See? I got you.
Let's say you're right.
Everything you say.
I bag a prominent attorney...
hang his pelt on the trophy wall
of my new luxurious offices.
What about your neighbors, then?
Are you saying that
they're all out to get you too?
- How would I know?
- Why would they be?
Maybe because I'm very rich?
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