 I didn't mean to upset you. Stay in that motel. You couldn't have grieved too much, Mrs. Jordan. I didn't say anything about grieving, did I? A dead man's been in a bed ahead of me. I'm a woman. I know. Squeamish. Now let's talk about the same thing. Let's talk about Robert Weber. I don't have to. How does it feel to be the reason why a man has killed another man? How would I know? You'd know. Weber killed your husband on account of you, Mrs. Jordan.