Crooked House Page #5

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facing an accusation of slander.

How can you defame a murderess?

She made me an orphan.

You are 55 years old, my love.

These things happen.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

No. No.

Please go on.

You are the managing director

of associated catering.

Your father's company.

One of his companies.

He gave it to me,

but you're quite right,

it is his.

Everything is, really.

In my father's house

there are many mansions.

And the last time

you spoke to him?

We spoke all the time.

Why do you ask that?

It's a simple question.

What do you mean?

What does he mean?

Perhaps we could continue this

at a later date?

Do you know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to strangle

that woman with my bare hands.

He doesn't know

what he's talking about.

He hasn't had time to adjust.

She's a gold digger.

First to last.

And she poisoned

a defenseless old man!

Your husband

has a very sharp temper.

Oh, he'd never hurt a fly.

Loving your father

is quite natural, of course.

But this borders on idolatry.

Being the favorite child

isn't all jam.

Ooh, let me give you a hand.

No, no.

Please.

I like to keep busy.

Especially now that the children

really don't need me anymore.

Or not for much longer.

That's the destiny of a nanny,

I suppose.

Are you the only member

of staff employed here?

Yeah. Pretty much me and cook

just now.

Because of

Mr. Leonides' death.

They want to keep the house

quiet and private.

But the servants here

usually come and go anyway.

Who's that with Sophia?

Sorry.

That's Mr. brown, sir.

The children's tutor.

Ah.

Go gentle

with Mrs. Leonides.

She's not as tough as the rest.

May I come in?

Why, you're not

what I expected at all.

What have they all been saying

about me?

All of them down there?

Don't worry, I can guess.

Beasts.

So, what if I'm 37?

We married for love.

So, what's wrong with that?

They were born rich.

So they think

no one else is good enough.

How did you

and your husband meet?

I was a dancer in Las Vegas.

Yes. Heh.

He had some business there.

One day he walked

into the casino

where I was working.

And he saw me crying.

Please...

...don't think that crying

is my natural state.

No.

But I had gotten

into some trouble,

like a dreadful

little servant girl.

You mean pregnant?

I was tired of men.

I wanted a home.

I dreamed of someone nice

who would make a fuss over me.

Then he said, "sit down.

Tell me what's wrong."

I said, "I can't",

I'll get sacked

for sitting with a customer."

Then he said, "no, you won't.

I own the place."

Your husband owned a casino

in Las Vegas?

Well,

it wasn't public knowledge.

He was more

of a silent partner, you know.

Your arrival here

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