Drive home. And sometime in the next few days the police will question you. No. No, no, no. No! I can't lie! You know I can't lie! I'll puke! Well, then don't lie. Tell fragments of the truth. In this exact order.
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Drive out the gate. Then to avoid the security cameras, pull off the road before the carved elephant.
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I taped over the label of these two vials.
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They barked, waking Meg. No matter. You'll get the vials tomorrow. But tomorrow brings news... Not of a medical error and a guilty nurse, but of a slit throat and a suicide.
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You gave him the correct medication because you are a good nurse.
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The body is discovered early the next morning. The police, the medical examiner, the family, everyone swarms in and there is no possible way you can get to Marta's medical bag to retrieve the vials. You must wait for your moment, when the investigation is over and you know the house will be empty. And that is why you missed the funeral.
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Now the circumstances are perfect for the anonymous hirin' of me. You know a crime has been committed by Miss Cabrera, you need her to be caught for it. You cannot reveal how you know.
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How'd you know this was the morphine? I just knew. You knew because there is the slightest, almost imperceptible differences of tincture and viscosity between the two liquids.
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Well...
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But that night, God, they had a blowout.
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But not accidentally.
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The vials themselves are identical.
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All right, yeah.
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You knew because you've done it a hundred times.
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I accidentally switched them back, so I gave Harlan... The correct doses. Yes.
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Based on this, the medical examiner determined the time of death to be between 12:15 and 2.00 a.m. As Walt was finishing his cigar at about 12:30, Meg came home. She went straight to bed. Walt and Jacob turned in shortly after that.
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How was tonight? Tonight was, uh, good.
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Me. Linda asked who hired me. Well, who hired you? I do not know. An envelope of cash showed up at my apartment yesterday with a news clippin' of Thrombey's death. An envelope? That worked? - An envelope of cash. - Hmm. So somebody suspects foul play and goes through this ha cha dance of hiring me, of staying anonymous. It makes no damn sense. Compels me, though.
