Torture Day

When he comes home, I'm gonna confront him.

It's just getting too much.

It's the right thing to do.

Hold on a minute, Julie, someone's at the door.

It's the police, I don't know what they want.

I'll call you back,

I'll let you know what happens, all right?

Bye.

- Mrs. Norfield? - Yeah.

Constable Jeff Korkin.

May I come in?

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

You have a really nice place here, Mrs. Norfield.

Thank you.

Can you tell me why you're here?

Usually my partner does this,

but I'm never any good at this.

However, I'm sorry to say this,

but your husband, Robert, has been found dead,

murdered by a jealous lover.

What?

We arrested a female.

She's currently being questioned.

And I don't wanna jump into conclusions,

but it seemed like they were having an affair.

And he wanted to back out of it

and I guess that's what led her to...

I can't give you any more details,

it's an ongoing murder case.

Here you go.

Thank you.

My partner should be here soon.

If it's okay with you,

we need you to come down to identify the body.

- Oh that's- - It's in a really,

it's in a really rather horrid state.

I don't wanna see him like that.

Perfectly understandable.

But we are gonna need you to come down to the station

and make a statement.

Can I just have a few moments to phone my mum, please?

Sure.

How about this?

You go call your mum, I'll make us a cup of tea.

All right.

There, there, it's gonna be fine.

I know.

Ashleigh?

Robert Norfield?

Yes.

What's going on?

That's my wife.

She's... she's dead.

I'm the first officer on scene.

We received a call, domestic disturbance.

I was in the area.

A coroner and backup are on their way.

I'm gonna need you to come in for questioning.

Am I a suspect?

I don't know, Mr. Norfield, are you?

Something's really not right here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

you're threatening a police officer,

and you're also an active suspect.

No, we'll see who's the guilty one.

No, all right.

Didn't you pay me to kill her?

What?

See, I don't know,

I can't remember what the better version of events are here.

Some cheap prick of a husband

pays someone to kill his lovely wife,

while he goes off with his little,

new wealthy bit on the side.

You can't prove that.

Exactly.

But I can stick to the story.

See, I know all about you.

Ashleigh told me everything.

I know all about your underhand dealings.

You've got a lovely job,

lovely, clearly, very lovely house.

Is it all paid for?

Can you afford to make payments from prison?

Look, what the fuck do you want?

See, that's a tough one.

This has never actually happened.

No one's ever caught me before.

I guess, you're not gonna let me out here, right,

have to fight my way out of here?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, all right.

There's a way for us,

there's a way out of this, maybe we both can win.

Maybe's not good enough.

How can I trust you?

How can I trust you, you're the cheat?

I sense there's a part of you that's glad that she's dead.

Granted, not the most nicest way to discover her,

but then again, I don't take any pleasure

out of the family's reactions

to seeing their loved ones dead.

It takes all the pleasure I do get out this, away.

You sick bastard.

Only taking someone's life gets you hard, is that it?

We need to ditch the body.

Now luckily I choked her.

We can burn the car with her in it.

But wouldn't it just be more logical for you to leave?

I won't mention anything.

My alibi's foolproof, I've been away for the past two weeks.

Been away for two weeks doing your thing,

you come back to find her dead.

Oh, there's no reason you wouldn't want her outta your life.

You realize she's told all her friends about you.

She's had you sussed out for a very long time.

So we ditch the body, yeah, and?

You come home, she's not here.

You assume she's out, out all night partying with a friend.

She's out all night partying with a friend

and exhausted from work, you went straight to bed.

It's Ashleigh's friend, Julie.

She says, "Hey Rob, everything okay?"

"Ashleigh's not answering"

"and the police were at your house."

Do I respond?

She knows the police, well, that you were here.

Tell her you're not home yet.

You've spoken to Ashleigh, everything's fine,

something about an abandoned car in the street.

You'll be home in an hour

and you'll get her to call her

if she hasn't already done so.

This will buy us the time we need.

You're wondering if you're gonna get away with this,

aren't you?

But it's too late now, you've already rolled the dice.

Got anything to wrap her up in?

Hey, hey,

the longer she's here, the harder it'll be.

Now come on.

Fuck, fuck.

Shit.

I'm sorry.

You okay?

I don't mean to interrupt,

you got a spare change of clothes?

It's gonna be a bit suspicious in a police uniform.

If you've got a bag, well, that'd be great.

Yeah, no problem.

Can you just gimme like five minutes?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, all right, it's fine.

I'll see you in a minute, okay?

- CJH20, you ready? - Yeah, I'm ready.

You going shooting with us?

Locked and loaded, my friend.

You sure you wanna do this?

Are you sure you wanna get involved, mate?

That cunt deserves it.

Besides, I've got nothing better to do tonight.

Easiest 5K you ever made, bud.

Just promise me one thing, Tony.

- What's that? - No one gets hurt.

Mm, I can't promise anything, mate, to be honest,

apart from that nice five grand

and a fuck load of sniffle and H.

Fuck yeah.

Well, all I need to know is

what time we're meeting and where.

Shake here, my man.

Right, you old bell end, fine.

These are what I've got, these are the gems, two billion.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

He won't know these are fake, man.

It's surprising what you can get off the internet.

Very surprising.

- Yes, let's do it. - Do it.

Okay, so you've got a friend?

David, yeah.

Now, this David, what does he do?

Modeling his face.

He's got fans.

Fans?

You know some dodgy people, Mr. Norfield.

I've got money, there's a cash point over there.

Just please, please don't take the car.

Huh.

Your car got GPS?

Yes, but wouldn't it be wiser

just to report it stolen?

Hey, maybe the police will think they did it.

That might be impossible.

You do realize your fingerprints are all over the body,

all over her bed, the bedsheets?

No one broke in, so then how did she get wrapped up

all in your bedsheets?

Oh, I see.

You made sure that you had your tracks covered.