Previously on Shattered...
I'm a little busy right now. I'm back for you.
- You're blacking out again. - Maybe.
Put that thing down.
Shut up!
What's the last thing you felt?
Helpless.
Have you ever witnessed that kind of abuse?
Is it possible that that's part of your history?
[Amy]: No matter what I said or did,
he wouldn't let go.
I felt relieved that he might die
and I might finally be rid of him.
What is going on with me?
You said this was going to be
the most interesting part of your week, right?
So what is it?
Ben, why are you here?
Because I want it to stop!
You want what to stop?
Blackouts.
They're increasing in frequency?
Yes.
Duration?
Yes.
Describe them for me.
How stupid is that question?
Normal,
blackout, normal.
I wake up somewhere else.
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
Hey, Sylvia, it's me.
Oh, hi, Doreen.
I heard you bumped into...
Yes.
Did you hear what she said
about Paul's brother?
Can you believe she said that?
I cannot.
How much are you drinking these days?
I don't drink.
Not even when Ella left?
Look, I don't drink. I've been sober nine years.
Come on, Ben,
I've smelled alcohol on your breath.
Now, how do you explain that?
I am not playing bridge with Louise.
If I have to spend one more night
hearing about how Jeremy's doing in medical school,
I... I'm going to lose it, I swear.
I know. All she does is talk about...
[Crashing]
It's like none of us have anything else...
I mean, we all have kids...
Oh, damn raccoons.
Oh, are... Do you need to go?
I'll call you back.
Okay.
I don't drink,
but sometimes I smell like booze.
How do you explain that?
I can't, Ben.
What are you trying to tell me,
that you drink during your blackouts?
How am I supposed to know what I do?
They're blackouts!
Maybe I dress like a woman, bark like a dog,
then I drink!
How do I know?
Ben, if you smell like alcohol,
if there is alcohol in your system,
you drink.
Maybe I drink, but it's not me.
If that's the case,
then we have to look at the possibility
that there is a part of you...
There is a part of you that you're not aware of
that is responsible for these behaviours.
In order to do that,
we've got to go back
and look at when these blackouts started.
Your son disappeared.
Your marriage dissolved.
You went through trauma, Ben.
Ben, until we address those things,
we're not going to be able to fix it.
[Light switch clicks]
[Sighing]
Where are you, you little buggers?
[Gasps]
[Whispering]: Be still.
You won't get hurt.
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Sylvia Brody,
retired elementary school teacher.
We found a birthday card on the mantel.
She was 67.
She put up a fight?
I don't believe so.
That residue under her fingernails
you're looking at
is clean earth,
from gardening.
Did you see the garden?
Why, is there something unusual?
Well, yes.
The ornamentals mixed in with the vegetables...
Both flourishing.
Quite remarkable, really.
I wish I could ask you how you did it.
Those ligature marks on her neck,
those aren't made by a rope or wire.
What would that be?
Based on the width of the bruising,
I'd say your murder weapon is a soft fabric
with plenty of tensile strength.
We found fibres.
Could it be silk?
Yes, possibly silk.
Maybe red.
But nothing that color in the room
fits the bill, right?
Correct.
What do you got?
She lived alone.
Widowed.
Her husband died earlier in the year.
Checked inside the house.
Doesn't appear to be anything missing.
There's no signs of forced entry.
The front door was secure,
but the back was unlocked.
You canvass the neighbourhood?
Yeah, no one really noticed anything
except for, uh, Doreen o'Neil.
I guess they were in the same bridge group.
She called it in.
Said Sylvia heard some raccoons outside
while they were talking on the phone.
Said she'd call her back.
Never did.
Ms. o'Neil got worried
when she came by for their morning walk
and Sylvia didn't answer the door.
That's when she called the police.
She say anything about the men in Sylvia's life?
Sylvia was dating someone until recently,
but the friends didn't know who.
Apparently Sylvia's the one who broke it off.
See what you can find out about him.
- All right. - Excuse me.
Excuse me, I need to speak to the detectives.
I have information.
Uh, yeah, I wasn't home when you came by,
but my wife just told me.
I live three houses down.
Thomas Morgan,
president of the local watch organization.
Did you see something last night?
Well, no, but on Saturday night,
there was a car parked right here.
Now, this is a permit-only zone.
The car didn't have a sticker,
so I wrote down the license plate
but haven't had a chance to call it in yet.
That's very conscientious of you.
Thanks.
Sometimes we get lucky.
Her attacker didn't leave me any seminal fluid.
There's vaginal tearing.
Definitely forced intercourse.
What about the bite marks?
I wasn't able to get a DNA sample
from the saliva.
But there is good news.
In the bedding, I found these.
Pubic hairs
not belonging to Sylvia.
Hey, we ran the plates.
The vehicle belongs to Bernard Stokes.
He's got a sheet.
Sex assault on a woman.
She didn't want to take it to court
so it was pled out.
- How old was she? - 25.
The guy works at an assisted living center
for seniors.
A nursing home.
Let's go meet Bernard.
Bernard? Yeah.
He works nights.
Can you tell us about him?
Uh, I don't know him too well.
Just what I hear. You know, gossip.
Are we done?
I want to smoke this. My break's almost up.
In a minute.
What do you mean, "gossip"?
So I have to tell you, right?
I'm not just running my mouth off.
Well, anything you give us might be helpful.
I hear Bernard had sex with residents.
I know, right?
I don't know how many, or if it's even true.
Look, I know everybody has needs,
but with Bernard?
What?
Well, he's good looking enough.
Nice enough.
Just... well, he doesn't come
to staff parties.
Won't talk about his life.
He's kind of intense.
Freaks me out.
So you think he's capable of violence?
Could he be?
Sure. Isn't everybody?
But do I think he'd hurt anyone intentionally?
No.
Why are you asking?
Do you know a Sylvia Brody?
Yeah.
Her husband spent his last months here.
Alzheimer's.
Sylvia was here all the time.
Real sweetheart.
So Bernard would've met her?
Wait, did something happen to Sylvia?
What's bothering you?
I don't think Bernard's our guy.
His car was spotted on Sylvia's street
the night before she was murdered.
He likes older women.
They had an opportunity to meet.
What's not to like?
I just know.
Well, I'm dying of curiosity.
Look, I worked a case a few years ago.
A man named Kurt Mitchell raped a woman.
The details are very similar.
Well, if the Bernard thing doesn't pan out,
we'll take a look at that.
No, before you write it off,
there's just someone I want you to listen to, okay?
Then make up your mind.
Okay.
Her name's Marilyn O'Connor.
She's meeting us at the station in half an hour.
Hi.
Detective Ben Sullivan.
Hi.
Look, I know you've told your story to me
a thousand times,
but it's important that Detective Sullivan
hears from you what happened.
Every detail you can remember.
Um...
I was living with my parents.
I still live with my parents.
I was alone that night.
I heard something...
A noise in the backyard.
What kind of noise?
Garbage cans...
Being knocked over.
It was garbage day,
so they were in the lane behind the house.
I went to the back door to see what was going on.
I tried to turn the porch light on,
but it was burned out,
so I opened the back door
to look.
I just took one step onto the porch...
He grabbed me from behind.
He was wearing a ski mask
and gloves.
He put his hand over my mouth
so I couldn't scream.
He held a knife to my throat,
and he dragged me inside,
into my room,
and he found these stockings in my drawer.
He tied me up...
[Lets out a breath]
Then he raped me.
He was... biting me.
I can't...
You're doing great, Marilyn.
Tell Detective Sullivan the rest of it.
He strangled me...
While he was still in me.
I thought
I was going to die.
I guess I must have passed out,
because when I woke up, he was gone.
My parents came home,
and they found me tied up.
My dad cried.
When he strangled you, did he use his hands?
No.
He tied something around my neck,
like a scarf or something.
Do you remember the color of the scarf?
Anything about it?
I'm sorry. Sorry.
That's okay.
That's okay. You did... good.
You did really good. Thank you.
Is the reason you guys are asking me this stuff
because you've found the guy?
No, but we're investigating
a man who did very similar rape
and, if he's the guy,
I promise you
we will take him down.
Guess you don't travel as light as I thought.
This is everything I had
on the case against Kurt Mitchell.
I had it sent over after I saw Sylvia dead.
I'm convinced there's a connection.
Convince me.
He was Marilyn's professor at university.
She swears she recognized his voice.
He fits a certain type.
He was raised by a domineering aunt.
No relationships with women.
He's a careful, meticulous type, a planner.
The rape itself
showed a lot of signs of careful planning...
No moon, garbage day,
the light bulb on the back porch wasn't burned out,
it was unscrewed
so he wouldn't be seen,
but he had an alibi.
We searched his place.
What could we do?
We couldn't arrest him on just the voice alone.
So what's your gut telling you?
Time for dinner.
Is that your version of an invitation?
No.
Follow up with vina,
see if she can tie Sylvia to the Mitchell case.
[♪]
[Crashing]
[Light switch clicks]
[Heart beating]
[Knocking on window]
Wakey, wakey.
Did I just get here?
Huh?
What, you missed the razor this morning?
Yes.
The back porch light was unscrewed.
What, you went to Sylvia's?
Yup.
Brought a bulb back, gave it to ident.
No prints.
He's careful.
Where else did you go?
You were looking pretty rough just now.
Oh, here and there.
It's none of my business.
I got it.
Vina compared the bite marks on the two women.
There are similarities,
but because Marilyn was alive when she was bitten,
by the time these photographs were taken,
the bites had already started to heal,
so they're not a viable match.
She's still processing pubic hairs
found in the bedding.
Okay.
Any DNA at Marilyn's scene?
No, she showered before we could get any samples.
Am I off base here?
I mean, you'd tell me, right?
Just because the bite marks don't match
doesn't mean
that they weren't done by the same guy.
You think they could be?
Only one way to find out.
You believe this Bernard guy
balling all the old girls at the nursing home?
I don't know what the others looked like,
but Sylvia,
she was an attractive woman, man.
Buddy, she was 67.
So she's older.
Just means she's more comfortable in her own skin.
Yeah, you know what, I guarantee you
that our buddy Bernie there,
that he's charging for his services.
Then you're going to lose.
Yeah, says you.
I guarantee that if you go to the red-light district
in Amsterdam,
there'll be line-ups in front of the older ladies' rooms
while the younger ones sit around waiting for tricks.
Wait, you've done this?
No, no.
I'm just... I'm saying if I had done that,
that there'd be nothing wrong with it.
Yeah. No. Nah. No way.
Terry, man, you've got to keep up with the trends.
We've moved on from milf to gilf.
What?
Grannies I'd like to...
No, no, I don't want to hear about that, all right?
- Not my granny. - I didn't make it up, man.
I'm just saying that that's the thing now.
You know what, my aunt Sally, she's single.
I'll shoot you her number.
She's real comfortable in her own skin.
You're terrible.
That's good work. Keep it up.
That's him.
[♪]
Kurt Mitchell?
Need to ask you a couple questions.
What are you doing here?
You come to ruin my life again?
No one ruined your life but you.
I lost my family, my friends.
You cost me my job at the university.
You ruined my life!
Slow down there, sport.
You don't even know
what we're going to ask you.
I've moved on. I'm not going to let her ruin it again.
Charming guy.
What was that all about?
Hey, professor.
As if nothing ever happened, huh?
Mr. Mitchell is claiming harassment.
[Amy]: Really.
Because we asked him a few questions?
At his place of work,
in clear view of other faculty, students, and staff.
What's wrong with that? We do that all the time.
That's what we do.
Have a seat.
Because two years ago,
Detective Lynch investigated Mr. Mitchell for rape.
Because he was investigated and cleared.
Because Detective Lynch was cited and disciplined
by her then-superior
for overstepping the limits of her investigation.
[Ben]: Funny, she never mentioned that.
Because it was nothing.
That's not what I heard.
Could you share what you did
with the person in the room who doesn't know?
I searched his house without a warrant.
And?
[Sighs]
And when I didn't find anything,
I put up his poster in the student union.
That was stupid. But I like it.
Well he's threatening to go to the city attorney
if we don't back off.
The get us a warrant for his house and office
so we can do it above board.
Where's the connection between him and Sylvia?
Marilyn.
The two cases ha a very similar pattern.
What do you think?
I think we can't rule him out
until we take closer look, so...
No.
No search warrant on Kurt. Not yet.
If he's willing to talk you away from s s work,
that's a different story.
Find out what he did Tuesday night
and, Lynch, if that doesn't fly,
you have a viable suspect
that you can place at the scene.
I want you to focus on that.
Okay. I got it.
This case is cutting a little deep for you,
isn't it?
It's not.
If it is, it's not like in there.
You can say anything to me.
We've got something in common.
You sleep in a motel,
and I sleep in my car.
You can trust a guy like that.
What are you doing here?
If you'd answered our questions last time,
we wouldn't have had to come back.
I spoke to your supervisor,
and she assured me you would stop harassing me.
[Woman]: Who's here, Kurt?
No one. They were just on their way.
Who's that?
My wife. Leave her alone.
Where were you Tuesday night?
I was here all night,
wasn't I, honey?
Yes.
He was here all night.
Thank you.
See how he grabbed her arm?
Yes, I did.
[Hall]: This way, Bernard.
This our guy?
Yeah, this is Bernard Stokes.
He spotted us
and decided to make like a greyhound.
When you run, you look guilty. You ran.
Why did you run, Bernard?
I said I was sorry.
Shut up, Peckerwood. Sorry doesn't cut it.
This guy kicks me in the junk.
How's that fair?
Life isn't fair, Bernard.
T.C. Wants a word with us in her office.
Uh, can you handle it?
I've got a thing.
Hey.
I blacked out again.
Okay.
Where were you when it happened?
Crime scene, a rape/murder.
Anything significant about this scene
that might have triggered it?
No.
But, uh...
When I woke up, that was in my pocket.
You don't remember taking it?
No.
And that concerns you?
Of course it concerns me.
I wake up in the car,
I smell like booze.
I've got...
A pack of smokes. I don't smoke.
And I'm carrying around a light bulb.
Of course it concerns me.
I hear you.
[Clears throat]
Do you think your taking it has any meaning?
Maybe.
Ben, do you feel these blackouts
are having a negative impact on your performance?
Off the record?
Off the record.
No.
[Knocking]
Come in.
Ben's got a thing. You wanted to see us?
[Cellphone rings]
You can take that, you know.
No, it's a wrong number.
So is everything all right?
Yeah.
Good.
I thought it might be that reporter guy
who was shot during the hostage taking.
Nick, uh...
Ducet.
Look, I am just concerned
that whatever is going on between the two of you
is somehow affecting your judgment on this case.
It's not.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Kurt Mitchell's lawyer called
two minutes after you left Mitchell's house.
The man was not happy.
Next time, you're going to need a warrant.
So, what did you find out?
We asked Mitchell where he was Tuesday night.
He has an alibi.
- You don't believe it? - No. His wife is his alibi.
Well...
As if she'd say anything
with him standing right there.
All right, so what's your next step?
And don't tell me bringing him in.
That's not going to happen.
Well, I think I need to talk to the wife,
get her alone.
Okay,
you trust your instincts
on this.
Go nail the son of a bitch.
Bernard Stokes...
Is says here you have a history
of violence against women.
You want to tell me about that?
[Chuckles]: What violence?
What woman?
Your ex, Sarah.
Those charges were dropped.
But something happened, didn't it?
I told her I didn't want to see her,
she hit me, just like that.
Boom!
So I hit her back.
You'd do the same.
No.
I wouldn't.
I lost a tooth.
See this?
It's a crown.
Cost me $1,500.
Why didn't anyone charge her?
That's the only time?
Yeah, that's the only time.
I'm not a violent guy.
I... I have respect for women.
I love women.
Clearly.
So how do you like your work at the home?
I like it fine. It pays okay.
Did you ever meet
a Sylvia Brody?
Sylvia Brody...
No. No, I don't know her.
What would you say if I told you
that your car was parked outside her home?
We know Sylvia's husband was a resident
at the home you worked at.
You must have met her.
Sylvia's a nice lady.
Sometimes I went over to help her out.
You know, yard work,
or if she needed help with her computer.
Computer.
Okay, so did that include inserting your hard drive?
No.
I didn't sleep with her,
all right.
But when I heard she was murdered,
I got nervous.
I knew you were around asking questions.
That's why I ran.
Where were you Tuesday night?
I was with Nancy.
Nancy?
Go ask her if you don't believe me.
Who's Nancy?
A resident at the home.
And her, you were sleeping with.
Yes.
Right.
[Terry]: Can you believe this guy?
[Ben]: You know what I think,
in 25 years,
you're going to be hoping,
no, praying,
for a guy like Bernard.
You mean like a female "guy like Bernard".
No, I don't think
you're going to be that choosy.
You're not a well man.
So what do you think?
I like him for the boyfriend
Sylvia was trying to break up with.
You know, maybe he didn't appreciate it,
comes back, teaches her a lesson.
His story explains why his vehicle was there,
but if those are his hairs,
that puts him in Sylvia's bed.
I can go in nicely and ask for a DNA sample.
You could go out nicely and check on his alibi.
We need to place him at the scene the same night.
All right.
[Ben]: His car's not here.
[Amy]: Let me go in and talk to her alone.
Okay. I'll honk twice if he shows up.
Thank you for agreeing to talk to me.
I don't know if I should have let you in.
Why not?
Because I don't think my husband would like it.
But you did anyway.
Yeah.
How long have you two been married?
Just over a year.
I know relationships can be difficult.
How are you doing with yours?
Great.
We don't even fight.
Not an even an argument?
Nope.
Can you tell me your secret?
'Cause I just got out of a long-term relationship.
We were together three years,
and we always fought.
Mean fights.
I finally moved out
into a motel
before I lost my mind.
But we still fight,
and sometimes he scares me.
But you're a police officer.
Doesn't matter.
Yeah.
Can I ask you something, Annie?
When I was here before,
you seemed like
you had something you wanted to tell me.
No.
Are you sure?
Because I really got that feeling.
You know we're talking to your husband
about his involvement in a rape and murder?
[Horn honking]
Where's your partner?
He's home early.
Is she talking to my wife?
[Ben]: Take it easy, there, chief.
You're going to pay for this...
Coming to my house, talking to my wife?
You are through messing with innocent people's lives!
You're finished, you understand?
Mine is the last life you are ever going to ruin!
What is wrong with you people?
Go do your job somewhere!
Earn your money!
Hey!
Get out of my...
You saw that, Annie. You're a witness.
She assaulted me!
She's...
She assaulted me.
Now, take your dog...
[Words echoing, heart beating]
Put her back on her leash, back in its cage.
Get off my property now!
I'm going to have your...
She's not assaulting you.
I'm assaulting you.
[Punch lands, Kurt groans]
Ben, Ben! That's enough.
Enough! That's enough.
Okay?
[Kurt coughing]
Uh...
We need to get out of here.
Don't look at me like that.
[Kurt breathing heavily]
She's dead?
Yeah, we found her this morning.
She died in her sleep.
So you're saying it was natural causes?
Well, Nancy was 78.
Well, I'm sure
she was young for her age.
Why do you want to know about Nancy?
Uh, her and Bernard were having an affair.
We think he may also
have been sleeping with Sylvia Brody.
I come out here every day
and have cigarettes with the guy.
Who knew he was the freaking angel of death?
So you smoke with Bernard every day?
You know his brand?
Uh, menthol... Lights.
Anyone else you work with smoke menthols?
Well, there's a reason
why God didn't create peppermint tobacco.
No, only Bernard smokes menthols.
Can I go now?
Sure. Thanks.
Mr. Mitchell is preparing to make a formal complaint.
Prior to that,
he's come down here
in hopes of
resolving things first.
I want an apology from both of them.
Mr. Mitchell's allegation
is that you struck him, Detective Sullivan.
Things may have gotten a little out of hand.
Okay, fine.
Well, then, why don't you apologize to him
and we can wrap this up?
Not just him.
Both of them.
Of course.
Why don't you both apologize to the gentleman
and we can be on our way?
Go to hell.
Okay, no apology.
I come down here
and try and handle this thing reasonably
and still, you insist on harassing me.
You can expect to hear
from my lawyer soon.
This will all go away once we arrest him for murder.
Yeah, that is wishful thinking.
The wife is close to breaking.
If we give her time, she will.
Annie Mitchell is the star witness
in her husband's case against the city.
You can't go anywhere near either of them.
And Sullivan,
you are dangerously close to riding your desk,
do you understand me?
Until or unless
the city attorney gives you the all-clear,
you need to forget
about Kurt Mitchell.
And I would give
some careful considerations
about wording your apology.
I'm done.
[Water running]
[Door opens]
[Shuts water off]
[Ben]: What's going on with you?
Nothing. I'm just not apologizing to him.
Look, I've been down this road before.
Trust your gut.
I don't know if I can trust my gut.
Hall and Terry
are laying charges against Bernard
in Sylvia's death.
[Door opens]
So did you talk to Nancy?
Did she tell you we were together that night?
Yeah, we got a little bit of a problem in that area.
Nancy's dead.
Oh, man... oh, no.
You aren't curious about what happened?
She was 78.
She had a good run.
You got a point there.
Any chance of having one of those?
You got a light?
Uh, give me a second. I'll go get one.
Thought I was the only guy I know
who smokes menthols.
Everyone gives me a hard time,
but no one ever wants to bum one,
so it works out.
But I guess I just did bum one, though.
You sure you don't want to change your story
about sleeping with Sylvia?
Why would I?
I didn't sleep with her.
We know you pinned her.
Why don't you just come clean?
Everything I told you was the truth.
Truth? No.
The truth is that we found pubic hairs in her bed,
and the DNA
matches your cigarettes we found at the home.
We know you lied about the car,
you lied about sleeping with her,
and you have no alibi for the night of her murder.
Okay, okay, look, I was sleeping with her,
but I didn't kill her, no way.
Right, so you had an affair with her,
she wanted to end it.
What, you didn't feature getting dumped by a 67-year-old,
so you killed her?
I didn't kill anybody, man!
How many times do I have to tell you guys?
You changed your tune so many times
that we don't believe you anymore, Bernard.
Then I want a lawyer, man.
I'm through talking with you.
That's up to you.
Stand up.
Stand up!
Bernard Stokes,
you're under arrest for the murder of Sylvia Brody.
Let's go.
Hey.
I wanted Mitchell for it too.
Well, it's more than that, Ben.
We arrested the wrong guy.
Where you going?
Anywhere but here.
[Starts engine]
[Keys jangle, shuts off engine]
Okay.
[Slapping]
What am I supposed to tell to Marilyn?
"I failed you once,
and I'm going to fail you again"?
You worked a hundred rape cases.
Why is this one getting under your skin?
I don't want to talk about it.
♪ I wake up cold and I'm on my own ♪
♪ and I hear that song on the radio ♪
♪ and I've got no time to waste today ♪
♪ I gotta dig myself out of this hole ♪
♪ and it's a cloudy day ♪
♪ makes me feel like walking... ♪
my stepfather used to come into my room.
My mother worked nights.
He'd tie my hands and he'd say, "be still."
He always had this red scarf.
He'd strangle me.
[♪]
♪ I wake up cold and I'm on my own ♪
♪ and I will dig myself out of this hole ♪
♪ and it's a cloudy day ♪
♪ makes me feel like... ♪
he'd strangle me.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't scream.
I was afraid I was going to die.
♪ I got a song in my head ♪
♪ and it's my best friend ♪
♪ I got a song in my head and I'm singing ♪
and he was inside me and it hurt.
♪ I got a song in my head and I'm singing ♪
♪ nothing matters at all 'cause I'm singing ♪
♪ nothing matters at all ♪
♪ 'cause I'm singing singing ♪
♪ got a song in my head and I'm singing ♪
he said if I told my mother, he'd hurt her.
And when he was done, he said he loved me.
[♪]
And when it was over, I wanted to die.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't let it...
I shouldn't let it affect my judgment.
It's okay.
It's not... really.
No, it's okay.
Sometimes it just comes over me like an undertow.
Like, a sound or a smell and I...
It triggers it.
[Sighs]
It just reminds me of him.
I get it.
Lynch, Annie Mitchell's here to see you.
I put her in interview one.
Okay.
Thanks for the coffee.
You're welcome.
You here by yourself?
Uh-huh.
Is what you said to me about being scared
even though you're a policeman true?
Yes.
That's funny, I'm scared all the time,
but I never would have thought that of you.
You seem so... strong.
That's just the way I look.
Inside, I'm like everybody else.
Is there something
you came in to talk about, Annie?
'Cause I'm sure you're not just here for coffee.
I never thought it was going to happen for me.
And then I met Kurt.
He was a professor.
Smart, witty,
the perfect gentleman.
I couldn't believe he was still single.
It was great...
[♪]
But then things changed.
♪ I'm getting out of here ♪
I thought... He was more experienced,
that it's what some men like.
But it's not what you like.
♪ ...To let it go again ♪
♪ I'm walking out on you... ♪
what does he do to you, Annie?
♪ I know I never have to hold it in my hands ♪
♪ to let you go again... ♪
[crying]
♪ All I see is red ♪
♪ all I want is truth... ♪
sometimes I get scared.
Not from the biting...
But of the red scarf.
What does he do with the scarf?
Wraps it around my neck.
Pulls it tight.
Everything goes hot and blurry.
There's this pounding.
The first time he did it, I thought I was going to die.
And I looked down...
Saw the red...
I thought it was blood.
Can you tell me what really happened that night?
Kurt...
Kurt came home late.
I heard his car, but he didn't come in.
And I watched from the window, but he didn't come in.
He walked away,
and he didn't come home for hours.
Do you think
that you could get hold of the scarf
and bring it in?
[♪]
♪ All I see is red ♪
♪ all I want is truth ♪
♪ all I see is red ♪
I'm free to go? For real?
For real.
Cannot believe it took this long.
Next time, don't act so damn guilty.
[Exhales sharply]
They fired me from the home.
I can't imagine why.
Maybe no one relishes the thought
of you dingin' their grandma.
[Shouting]: Annie!
Annie?
Annie!
[Raging]: Where were you?
I called you, you didn't answer your phone!
Kurt Mitchell, you're under arrest
for the murder of Sylvia Brody.
What's going on here? What are you doing?
You have the right to remain silent.
Annie, what did you say?
Anything you say can and will be used against you...
What did you say? Annie!
You have the right to an attorney.
[Kurt shouting]
If you cannot afford an attorney...
[♪]
Marilyn...
It's okay.
Kurt confessed to the murder and also to your rape.
He's going away for a long time.
You don't need to be afraid of him anymore.
Uh...
Did he...
Did he say why me?
You didn't do anything wrong,
and if you hadn't come in,
we never would have caught him.
Thank you.
♪ All I ever wanted ♪
♪ was to know that you were okay ♪
♪ all I ever wanted ♪
♪ was the hope that you were okay ♪
♪ all I ever wanted ♪
♪ was to know that you were okay ♪
[♪]
♪ All I see is red ♪
♪ all I want is truth ♪
♪ all I ever wanted ♪
♪ was the hope that you were okay ♪
♪ all I ever wanted ♪
♪ was to know that you were okay ♪
♪ all I ever wanted ♪
♪ was the hope that you were okay ♪
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