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and we shall try to conclude this hearing

as rapidly as possible.

You have heard Mr. Wittol and the others

describe your husband's state of mind.

Do you agree substantially

with what has been said?

- Yes.

- Do you have anything to add?

No.

In your presence,

did your husband ever speak of suicide?

Yes, many times.

- Inspector Smythe?

- No questions, sir.

That'll be all, Mrs. Emery.

- We have no further evidence to present, sir.

- Very well, then.

Since there is nothing

to conflict with the presumption of suicide,

this inquest rules

that the deceased died by his own hand.

This hearing is adjourned.

Look this way, Mr. Fabian.

Flowers?

- Thank you.

- Buy some flowers.

No.

Chris, the worst tortures

are those we invent for ourselves.

You feel guilty about Neal?

- Oh, I suppose so.

- Don't. It was not your fault.

You were very good to him.

He said as much to me, many times.

- Thank you, Max.

- You must forget what's happened.

Your life is ahead of you now.

You deserve some happiness.

I want you to make me a promise.

I want you to promise

that you'll let me help you.

I will, Max, only...

Well, right now, I don't know

what I want to do, where I want to go. I...

I just feel numb and tired.

Would you like to come in?

Everything thrives in the tropics,

including gossip.

It might be better if I didn't.

You're a good friend, Max.

But in a few days, perhaps you could come

to the house for dinner.

- I'd like to.

- Shall we say Sunday?

Sunday.

Goodbye. And thank you.

You're Steve. Dominique told me.

And I know who you are.

I read about you in the paper.

What happened to him?

Can't we talk about it later?

We'll talk about it now.

Well, there were so many things.

- Not enough success...

- I heard all that at the inquest.

I wanna know what really happened.

What's the matter,

you think I'm down here by accident?

Neal wrote

and asked me to come down here.

I got a letter in my pocket not five days old.

- A letter?

- Yeah.

Why would he ask me to come down here

and then kill himself?

But I...

Well, you remember what he was like.

- Temperamental, moody...

- He was moody for 30 years.

Now, will you stop

giving me a lot of double talk?

I want some answers that make sense.

- Look, I know you've had a shock...

- Yeah, but not you.

No, you walked out of that inquest

like you were on your way

to a cocktail party.

Just a minute.

What makes you think you can rush in here

and talk to me like this?

What do you know about me?

I just have to look at you

to know what happened.

I can see how Neal fell for a dame like you,

and I know the kind of time you gave him.

It's too bad I got here a few days too late.

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