WOMAN: Let the record show that I am being openly threatened by a known criminal. Anything to say for yourself, Pullman? Or when faced with the possibility of your cowardice coming back to bite you in the ass, does a cat finally have your cheating, misogynistic, scumbag tongue?
MAN: You frosty fucking bitch, give me that goddamn tape recorder! You’re dead, you hear me? Dead!
A lot of voices overlap, and there are obvious signs of a struggle before the sudden sound of something mechanical short-circuiting seems to capture everyone’s attention.
SECOND WOMAN: What did you do? Bertrand...oh my God.
SECOND MAN: I thought...I was so sure...
WOMAN: Who’s name did you--don’t tell me...it really wasn’t him? Son of a--
The recording stops abruptly, like it was turned off in a hurry.
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TAPE 05