You again.

Hello, Detective Corona.

Turn yourself in.

Oh, you believe my threats now!
What changed?

Give me one piece of evidence
these media vultures haven't found out about,
so I know you're the killer and not some sick man trying to pose as him.

You didn't answer my question...that's not very polite.

What changed?! You killed a man.

Not just killed, my dear.
I ripped his damn heart out.

It was quite a good show I put on, don't you think?

Layla must've told you about my theatrics.
I'll admit, she was quite a good sport about it.
Only screamed towards the very end.

Whats your name?

I told you already, child.
I'm King Henry the Eighth.

Your real name.

...

You've been a bad girl, Miss Eliza.

What?

Divorced. Beheaded. Died.

What are you saying?

Divorced. Beheaded. Survived.

Stop yelling and answer me!

Divorced. Beheaded. Died!

Why are you chanting this?

Divorced! Beheaded!

...

Hello?

Survived.

Why are you saying this to me?

I told you that you shouldn't go to your coworkers
about our little phone call yesterday.

I...I didn't.

Liar!

I don't like liars, especially ones who try to trace my phone.
No matter, you won't find me through it anyway.

Jesus Christ, I'm not tracking you!

Remember child, King Henry VIII didn't only have beautiful wives.

What are you talking about, psycho?

Say hello to your fellow cops at the station for me,
although I can probably do it myself
since they're listening in on our conversation.

Now, wait just a second!

Goodbye, Eliza. Until tomorrow.

*click*