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I'm doing 85 miles an hour. She's got to be up there somewhere.
What will we say to this woman?
Tough break, bucko. You're innocent.
You want spontaneity from me, fine. I'll give you spontaneity.
Our MacGillicudy?
Mr. Bower, don't you see?
No.
What do you mean, "what"?
There was Melissa.
Well, some got it, some don't.
See what I mean?
-She didn't even act surprised. -Because she wasn't surprised.
-No kidding. -No kidding.
...Mr. Bower received a phone call.
-Morning, Miss DiPesto. -Morning.
Let's all go into the den where there's some quiet.
-Bet they even got an indoor outhouse. -Mrs. Bower?
-Let's check out the balcony. “Why?
-It couldn't have been murder. -Let's never say never.
-Not bad. -Yeah.
Not "Melinda," Melissa.
You mean," following Melissa Bower," don't you?
I know you better than that, Maddie Hayes.
You're gonna complicate divorce proceedings.
"They" who? Who are "they"? -Your female protagonists.
I've done nothing wrong.
-It was just spontaneous." -Forget I said spontaneous.
Fine. We'll speak again tomorrow.
What's the difference?
Passion? You call hitting your wife...
Tell her what?
Spontaneous.
I've never been in a situation like this before. I'm not sure what to say.
-But, Mr. Bower-- -She had no pulse.
What happened to her, where is she?
I knew you couldn't have done it on purpose.
No, no.