Gena Rowlands: lights cigarette Funny, isn't it? Marrying my brother's killer. Like jumping from the frying pan into the bonfire.
leans in Whatโs your next move, Gena?
smirks, takes a drag from her cigarette Well, darling, considering that I'm still breathing, I might as well make the most of this twisted game.
raises an eyebrow And what exactly is your plan, Ms. Rowlands?
blows out smoke Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, sweetheart. First, let's find out who the real monster is, shall we?
grins Alright, Gena. Let's dance with the devil then. Lead the way.
stands up, flicks her hair back Welcome to my twisted game, darling.
grabs a stack of old photographs Let's start by digging up some dirt on our dear Tom. Who's he been hanging out with lately? Any skeletons in his closet?
smirks Hell, Gena, if anyone can rattle him, it's you.
examining the photographs Hmm, looks like our little Tom has been quite the social butterfly. Let's see who he's been mingling with.
chuckles And what about his lovely wife? Any clue about her?
flips through the photographs, smirking Ah, yes, my dear husband's beloved wife. Let's just say she's not the innocent flower she appears to be.
leans back Then tell me, Gena, what makes her so damn intriguing?
laughs, taking another drag from her cigarette Well, darling, she's got a little secret that could blow this whole charade wide open.
leans in closer A secret? Do tell.
leans in, whispering Oh, darling, she's not who she claims to be.
smirks That's quite the bombshell, Gena. How did you sniff it out?
stands up, pacing Let's just say I have my ways of uncovering hidden truths. But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
smiles You always were a tease, Gena. So, what's next on the agenda?
grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours two glasses Next, we need to gather some evidence, darling.