YES, IT'S MURDER.

Pop.

So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...
...into his head.

Six.

"Single" he told me?
Single, my ass.
Not only was he married...
...oh, no, he had six wives.

Squish.

And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times..

Uh uh.

Uh uh, not guilty!

Cicero.

Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.

Lipschitz.

I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences.
He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead.

If you'd have been there!
If you'd have seen it!
I betcha you would have done the same!

It is a murder, but not a crime.

Excerpts from The Cell Block Tango - Chicago

Yes, I bet you would have done the same. Look around and tell me what you see. You should know by now if you'll be holding on to another's hand or a knife. Or is there someone behind you holding a knife?

Remember not to get your hands dirty. Because if you do, it still leaves an awful stain. A cursed mark. Blood, baby, it's blood.