I know you're there, Eric.
You are a terrible stalker.
Where's your weapon of choice?
I can improvise.
Well, I'm short on time tonight, so can we just get it over with?
Why don't you scream, and I can cry, and we can all be miserable.
You know what I want.
Change your plea.
It's not happening.
Do you realize where you are?
Hurts the same, wherever I go.
Being here doesn't seem to make any difference.
People DIED here.
On this very spot!
- Have you no respect? - Haven't you?
Terrorizing a defenseless woman.
Defenseless?
Oh, go on then.
Beat a confession out of me.
See how long you can keep the moral high ground when you're up for GBH.
You are guilty.
Plead that way.
I am following the law.
I haven't done anything wrong.
I changed my plea because I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
With the exception of my husband, of course.
Who's still alive and kicking.
Well, I've been working on that, trust me.
Damn!
What's up with you?
Where's the gun?
You what?
The shotgun. It should be in there. Where is it?
How should I know?
Well, has Moira got rid of it?
Ask her.
You don't look in the mood to be shooting rabbits.
Move.
What happens when you find it?
What should have happened years ago.
Oh. You're gonna blow your brains out?
Samaritans would love you.
You've got kids, mate.
I'm not gonna shoot myself.
Then who are you gonna shoot?
My brother.
I torched his car because I wanted to hit him here it hurts.
So you admit you intended to cause harm.
He manipulated my son into pretending he was going to commit suicide.
I mean, those were the depths he was willing to sink to.
Of course, he did all that before I found out he was cheating on me with a man.
Do you think your pathetic love life is an excuse?!
I'm just trying to explain.
You were reckless. People died!
- There is no excuse! - I wish I could be reckless.
If I was, I wouldn't have stopped myself.
But you didn't stop.
You murdered my wife.
I'm too scared to murder anyone.
If I was capable, do you really think I'd be sat here, talking to you?
I'm a mess.
If I wasn't, I'd be rid of him by now.
One shot. That's all it would take.
I am truly sorry for your loss, Eric.
But I couldn't kill anyone, even if I wanted to. You are giving me FAR too much credit.
- What's Robert ever done to you? - How long have you got?
I'm kind of on the clock here, mate.
He killed Katie.
He couldn't face it getting out that he was gay.
He pushed her through the floor, and left her to die.
- You might want to mention that to the POLICE. - I did.
And they let him go.
When he's admitted it?
He told them it's all in my head, cause I've got form for going off my rocker, haven't I.
That's how sick he is!
- Well, it's up to me now. - Wait.
You really want a gun?
Yeah.
I know where there is one.
Quite the conversationalist, aren't ya?
There's a bit of a situation at home.
And I'm only here for Marlon, really.
And I'm married, so -
So you can't be bothered with basic manners.
Just putting it out there.
I think I can control meself.
They seem to be getting on all right, don't they?
She takes selfies with everyone.
He's a bit out of practice, Marlon. You know, dating-wise.
Looks like he's doing all right.
Yeah, I've primed him. You know. Gone through his game.
His game?
You do know that doesn't work?
Worked for me.
Well, go on, then.
What's your best game?
- Well, it doesn't work if you're expecting it, does it? - Try me.
Well, you have to give the other person a backhanded complimented. And then they feel that they have to impress you. You know.
Ohhhh. So what would you say to me?
No.
All right.
You are, or you would be, very pretty, if it wasn't for your big nose.
And you've got, like, a funny-shaped head as well.
Nice.
You did ask.
I feel sorry for your wife.