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In the meantime, would you

like to have a lawyer present?

- No.

Do I have to?

- Well, no.

It's not required.

But I do wanna run you through

a couple of the steps

about what's gonna happen next.

So before I'm gonna open up

your case into the facts of

which you have accused

yourself, I'm gonna ask you

a series of questions.

We can verify the details

of those questions

and all this turns out

to be true

then yes, at that point you are

gonna need a lawyer.

Do you understand?

- I understand.

Thank you.

- Alright, then.

You okay, miss,

you ready to start?

- Yes. I'm good.

Thank you. You're very kind.

- Okay, so why don't you

tell me where this happened?

- At a motel, in 29 palms.

I... I think it's called the 29.

- And when was this?

- 3 days ago.

It was during the night,

around 2 o'clock in the morning.

So I guess that's technically

the 29th.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean

to mix up the dates, I...

- ma'am, ma'am.

It's okay, relax.

The questions are gonna

be precise

'cause I need to verify

all of these details.

What's your husband's name?

- Richard Moreau.

- That's French, yeah?

- Yes.

- So then you're the one

of German descent?

- Yes, by my mother's side.

- She raised us.

My father was French but..

Yeah, my brother and I kept...

- ma'am, that's enough

for right now.

I'm gonna step out again

try and verify all of this

it shouldn't take me more than

a couple of minutes.

Hang tight, I won't be too long.

- Okay, so.

It's like I guessed.

You didn't strike me as a killer

when you walked in here.

I have some good news.

Your husband is alive.

And he told me the story.

The two of you had a bit

of a domestic dispute

it sounds like, it got heated

he slipped, he hit his head

nothing but an accident.

I'm gonna give this

back to you right now.

I think this is something

you need to talk

to your husband about

not the police.

I'm just gonna take that..

...and we can pretend like you

were never here.

How's that sound?

He's in the hospital

in 29 palms.

I'm so ashamed.

I'm so ashamed, Romy.

Where were you? What did you do?

I drove for miles.

I was so scared.

I drove for miles.

- What matters is that you're here.

- No.

What matters is that you're alive.

There was so much

I wanted to tell you but...

We'll go back to Paris and...

We'll talk.

No.

I'm not going back.

I'm staying.

How? With what money?

I bought a car with your money.

An old...

Brown Plymouth.

It's yours.

Goodbye.

- Where you going?

- Las Vegas.

- Las Vegas. I'm going

to las Vegas too.

- Oh, oh, my god!

These f***ing shoes.

- Hi.

- Hi, I'm, I'm Charlene.

- Romy.

- Hi, Romy.

So where do you come from?

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