The patent lack of cranial cognizance that must exist in the heads of those numbskulls who can't streak though the buffoonery that Nel spoodles out with a straight face is truly stunning.
It is by implication a certainty that there was a "row." How do we know that? Well he killed her didn't he? She was leaving him. roflma. Do they ever stop to think that this would have to be the script?
Reeva: I just texted my friend that I'm staying the night, but I decided I'm leaving you. And I'm taking that box on the table with me so don't go down there and open it.
Oscar: What box?
Reeva: That one that says Oscar on it with the card. I changed my mind.
Oscar: Well, if you're leaving then, get out of my house.
Reeva: NO, I'm too tired. I'll leave in the morning.
Oscar: No, you get out now. (Oscar starting to yell)
Reeva: Shut up Oscar, you know you want me to stay. And besides I just ate and I'm sleepy.
Oscar: No, you get the F out (Oscar going around the bed to get his 9 mm)
Reeva: What's with you, are you going mental?
Oscar: I'll show you mental, get the F out of my house NOW! Do you see this gun?
Reeva: (starting to run down the passageway and scream) Oscar what the F is wrong with you? (screams)
Oscar: Yah, that's a good place, run into that bathroom. You wait 'til I get in there. I'll teach you to leave me and then not leave. I told you get the F OUT OF MY HOUSE!! And call the police!!
Reeva: What???
Oscar: Get out of my effing house!!!!....Reeva, call the police!!!!!!!!!!
Reeva I will, (opens bathroom window going into the toilet, slamming the door and locking it) You're effing nuts. (screams)
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