"Okay." She puts her coffee mug on the table.

You sense a little hesitation there -- or maybe even fear? The stress was on the wrong syllable.

Welcome to the wake-up club, brother.

"I know you didn't make the call."

"I did," she replies. Her little fists tremble...

Very good, sire. She will never admit to it, but we can see that she didn't.

(Nod.) "Okay."

"Okay," she repeats, her voice more to the side of a cry than a sigh.

Why is she so angry then? If she's so sorry?

"I can give you the time too, it was late. After midnight. 12:20." She breathes in. "I know I have not been 100% truthful with you. But I am now."

Say nothing.

She stands before you, holding her back very straight.

"Let's change the subject. For the time being." (Conclude.)

She slowly-slowly lights another cigarette and steadies her breath. As if in the presence of some tiger.

You are. This is not the end of this.

(Now that Kim's here) "What if I told you you're under arrest, miss."

Take it easy. Start at the top, choose at the bottom, it's how we've always done it. No rush...

She probably didn't make the god damn call either. And her name is not Klaasje Amandou -- why would she give her real name? Arrest her immediately!

Look at her! Her hands, her nails, the cigarette... Every second you stall, you become more entangled in this spider's web of lies. Arrest her immediately!

But we are awake, sire! She has been forthcoming -- with sordid details women usually conceal! Most shocking details of the sexual kind! We are a bulwark, un-breached...

I remember doubting she made the call she said she made. To the police.

There iseth no doubt! The laedy could not bear the sight of her lover splayed and disfigured. A horrible story.

Try not to sweat so profusely in her presence too. You'll blow your chances.

It looks like this one's not waking up. You'll have to do it without pushing her further. At least for now.

This one's still not budging. You'll have to do it without pushing her further.

Your paranoia is unflattering. She has been nothing but forthcoming and you're staring mutely into her face like a donkey!

Just a proposition: Could the lurid explicitness conceal something less sensational, but more... illegal?

Who is this personhood picking these seditious options? Can't you see the detective grows weary of your malcontent?!

Stop staring at her eyes and say something pertinent to the case! This is making you look like an amateur.

I got nothing. You're right, wise council. It is silly of me to imply she's lied.

Gosh, she's so young, isn't she? She would look spectacular in a starring role!

Be careful not to look too long into her soon-to-be-famous face, lest it make you look like an indecisive suitor.

She was confused when I asked about the bullet in his head. That was a lie.

Laedyfolk do not know of such things -- ballistics and weapons of war. She is too young and frail.

You should stop staring at her and say something. This is costing you credibility and power in her eyes.

What was that about the semen sample? She didn't like that topic...

Seditious talk! That was not even Our Wise Council, it was this shithead! This one. The next one.

Who, me? The lady is saintly, oh she sucks on the cigarette most elegantly. Stop staring, you look mentally handicapped.

Okay, he's too busy doing something else now. I meant Rhetoric. Anyway, don't listen to that guy -- we're right, she's saintly. Carry on.

When I said the deceased enjoyed his moment of death, she knew it was true. But she said nothing.

Who hath told you these lies? She was merely confused by the esoteric arts you deploy in policework.

Stop staring and say something dramatic and professional!

You've been breached, bulwark. You've been breached, like, a thousand times now!

So you say! But give us one example of deceit -- just one example.

If you have doubts, just give us one example of deceit! Just one, and we will gladly change our minds.

Get a hold of yourself just once, will you -- try and look past the sexually lax morals and do some police work.

Wait-- the Hardie boys said she'd visited them last week. Glen and...