Police interview room abroad. Dale and two officers.
OFFICER UNO: | How time you – together? |
DALE: | Four. |
Years. | |
OFFICER DOS: | Anything else? |
It’s your time. |
Dale looks at the floor.
OFFICER UNO: | Major problem. |
OFFICER DOS: | You’re in big trouble, my friend. |
Enter Gladwell. All greet all.
DALE: | Thank fuck. |
OFFICER UNO: | Fuck? |
GLADWELL: | So where are we? |
DALE: | They won’t let me see the letter. |
GLADWELL: | In which she accuses you. |
DALE: | They say, but listen to them, they can barely – |
OFFICER DOS: | I speak beautiful English. |
GLADWELL: | I’ve read the letter. |
DALE: | Well, tell them. |
OFFICER DOS: | How is your Spanish? |
GLADWELL: | It’s not ambiguous. |
DALE: | Thank you. |
OFFICER DOS: | You come here and drink everything. |
GLADWELL: | She blames you. |
For her suicide. | |
I’m sorry, but it’s all true. |
Continue to Part Two