-- forgive me, mr. taransky. i'm just trying to understand. all these films, tv appearances, magazine covers, internet interviews, publicity photos, snapshots from her childhood -- all fake. this is fake, this is fake -- fake, fake, fake, all fake.
a fan club with a worldwide membership in the millions -- also bogus?
so, of course, you couldn't kill simone because there never was a simone.
and this mr. hank aleno who you talk so much about, a renowned failure, who also happens to be so conveniently dead -- perhaps the "man" you claim helped invent simone is an invention himself?
but not everyone's imaginary, are they, mr. taransky? i refer, of course, to edith.
the woman you admitted to a journalist is simone's mother and for whose silence you paid a fortune? is she not flesh to you -- are her tears not wet?
perhaps you could explain this to me, mr. taransky -- or is this tape "doctored" too?
it's footage from the marina's closed-circuit camera on the night in question. altered, of course. is that really what you expect us to believe, mr. taransky?
can you tell us why you were disposing of the body of a woman who didn't exist?
why don't you just come clean, viktor? tell the truth. you'll feel better afterwards.
we all know what happened. in a fit of jealous rage you killed simone and dumped her body off a boat she bought for you.
excuse me.
i think you'd better see this.
i'll never get you hollywood people.