Robert: Where were you last night?
Sylvie: ...nowhere. Why?
Robert: Don’t lie to me.
Sylvie: I’m not. What is it?
Robert: You’re missing an earring.

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Robert: Where were you last night?
Sylvie: ...nowhere. Why?
Robert: Don’t lie to me.
Sylvie: I’m not. What is it?
Robert: You’re missing an earring.
Robert: ...what’s happened to you?
Sylvie: Let’s just say I didn’t go with Dora to be a seamstress, big brother. Now, give me the earring.
Robert: If I do...promise me you’ll leave.
Sylvie: Of course. You don’t ever have to see me again.
Robert: Ever?
Sylvie: If that’s what you want.
Robert: ...if that’s what I wanted, I wouldn’t have taken it. It’s evidence. I could...I could lose my job.
Sylvie: You could. Thank you.
Robert: You’ll leave tonight.
Sylvie: First train I can catch, you have my word. Besides...I’ve got other business to see to. Oh, and Robbie? Don’t tell mother.
Robert: ...never.
Robert: Sylvie, come on...be reasonable. I was a soldier. I’m now a police officer. You really think you should be trying to fight me?
Sylvie: Oh brother...there’s so much you don’t know.
Sylvie: What?
Robert: An earring. The left one.
Sylvie: It must have fallen out while I was travelling.
Robert: Was that before or after you visited Ronald Flowers?
Sylvie: ...why on Earth would I go anywhere near that man?
Robert: I think you’ve wanted to for a while. I think you went last night, maybe just to have words...things got out of control.
Sylvie: That’s ridiculous.
Robert: Really?
Sylvie: Really.
Robert: Then why did I find your earring embedded in the carpet next to his body? Sloppy, Sylvie, very sorry.
Sylvie: You’ll be handing that in then. Sending your little sister to hang?
Robert: ...perhaps I should.
Sylvie: ...you can try.
Robert: Sylvie...may we talk outside? Now, please.
Elizabeth: I love you too...you beautiful, awkward fool.
Sylvie: You do?
Elizabeth: I do.