Ethel Saxon: You see, I loved him. I mean I loved him when... when he didn't love me anymore, day in and day out watching him get further and further away from me. I could see in his eyes when he looked at me... I could see he hated me, hated me because I needed him. Oh, I was so frightened, so mixed up. It's so horrible to see someone who's become part of you slipping away, slowly. To feel helpless and empty, lonely and frantic, wanting to do something, anything, anything to bring him back! To patch things up, to try to tie together the few remaining bits of happiness... and then, that awful day when he drew the money from the bank and I knew the end I'd been waiting for had come, that all my fears were realized, that he was going away. I went mad... he mustn't go away, he mustn't go! Anything to stop him, anything! That's all I wanted to do
[starts to weep]
Ethel Saxon: I didn't mean to kill him, I only meant to stop him, to stop him from going away.