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is gonna clean them up for you.

This is the end of the line for me.

So, what are you gonna do now?

Go back to your fabulous life

of book publishing

and tell all your socialite pals

you're an only child?

And to think I never thought

you caught on that quickly.

It's ironic, isn't it?

After all these years you're the one

who got all the attention.

And now you'll spend

the next year in this hole,

with no one but the rats

to fall for your sh*t.

Trick or treat!

Hey.

Thanks.

- Marnie, you okay?

- Yeah. Never better. Come in.

- What happened?

- Well, I fell down the stairs.

My Pop had to wear one

of those for 6 months.

I don't know who it was harder on,

him or my Mom, but...

she said things were a lot easier when he

wasn't hanging around the house all the time.

- How long you got to wear it for?

- Longer than 6 months.

- Yeah. I know.

- You do?

Talk around the neighborhood was

some cop got killed by his wife.

This place was empty for years.

You moved back.

Two and two, you know?

So, people been talking about me, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

- Bad stuff?

- Those people are idiots.

Those people used

to be my friends, Joey.

Carol next door, the Romeros

down the block.

We used to have 'em over

for barbecues.

I mean, I used to watch their kids,

for Chrissakes.

Now they don't want anything

to do with me.

Hey, screw those jack-asses.

- You want a cup of coffee?

- Yeah. Sure.

So...

what's the deal?

I mean, what happened?

I don't know

if I should talk about it.

That's cool if you don't want to talk,

but if you do, it's okay.

We married right out of high school.

And we were really in love.

But, as soon as Mike joined the force,

he changed.

He hated his job, hated it.

And he brought it home with him.

That's when the beatings started.

People didn't see the bruises?

He knew how not to leave marks.

- You must have reported it to the police, right?

- Yeah. I filed 6 police reports, Joey.

His buddies investigated it.

Mike denied it all.

And then he beat the crap

out of me again.

I had nobody to turn to,

nothing I could do.

So I saw a lawyer

and I filed for divorce.

I was gonna move back

to my Mom's, but...

papers got shuffled and then

he got served a day early.

- He came at me with a knife.

- It's okay.

- I got so scared.

- It's okay.

Somehow something came

out of me, you know, I...

I... I got the knife away from him

and just, I, I went at him...

I stabbed him three times.

Side. Neck. Chest.

He died over there in the corner.

I know I committed a terrible crime.

A terrible, terrible crime.

But I'm not a murderer, I'm not.

Look. I wanna be your friend, all right?

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