Martin: Try me, Jess. Ask me what you're too afraid to ask.
Jessica: The night the rug got ruined. It was the night Nicholas Endicott disappeared.
Martin: That's not a question. Ask the question.
Jessica: I can't.Martin: Good because it's ridiculous. Do you really think your children killed him, and what? Wrapped his body in a rug and shipped him to Estonia? 
Jessica: Okay, okay. Perhaps I was letting myself get carried away. 
Martin: Well, don't beat yourself up too much. They are my children too after all. Apples don't fall that far from the tree.