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Wilson signed a confession.

But why did you move her body? Why didn't you call for help? Didn't want anybody coming in my space.

Wanted to spend my time in the last place I was ever happy.

We were all like a family back there. A beautiful moment in time. Right this way, please. Thank you for coming, Mrs. Rosenthal. Is the name Harry Bastille familiar to you?

There was a musician.

Would you take a look at the man in this room, and tell us if you think it could be Harry?

Well, that was a very long time ago. That's not Harry. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Mrs. Rosenthal, that is Harry Bastille. Well, you knew. Why did you ask me to go and look at him? We think he may be the man that murdered your husband. He didn't shoot Jules. I know, because I was there. Do you know Sheriff Montgomery? Well, I promise you there is no evidence incriminating Harry. You seem to me to be a woman who doesn't change her tastes very often.

I noticed last night you had a fine bottle of pink champagne in your car. It's the same rare champagne that was found in the room. Where your husband was murdered. Now. champagne usually suggests a celebration. Or, maybe, in this case. We had nowhere to be together. So we took a chance after the last show.

Baby, you sure we're safe? Everybody's gone home. We were making sweet music.

Sweet music. He was jealous. You son of a bitch! Came at me. This is how you repay me? No! No! Shoved her. Harry wanted to say that he did it. And I. I couldn't let that happen. I took the cash out of Jules' wallet and gave it to him. And told him to run. and never come back. And then you and Sheriff Montgomery framed Melchior Wilson. No. I confessed. The town was very different then. And the men who ran it forced the sheriff to arrest Melchior. A white woman could get away with murder.

But she couldn't love a black man. * They asked me How I knew *.

* My true love was true *. * I, of course, replied. *. There's the people who come to Vegas wanting to become rich or famous, And then there's the people that are from here. And we know that the odds are always in favor of the house. It's what built this town. You didn't come here to become famous, did you? I came to play cards. No, for real. I did-I came to play cards. I needed the money. I thought I was in love with this girl, in college, But I kept getting into debt buying cadavers and fetal pigs. There was no money left for the girl. Science took the pot. Well, maybe it just wasn't the right girl. Plus, poker allowed me to be a loner and still make money. Right. When was the last time you played? I can't remember. You know, to most people, risk is a bad thing, but in Vegas, it's a good thing.