At last details emerge
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An explosive audio recording played in court that captured Warriena Wright's final hours in Gable Tostee's Gold Coast apartment has revealed the New Zealander was drunk, at times incomprehensible and repeatedly violent towards the man charged with her murder.
"I've met some weird people on Tinder," the 30-year-old murder accused is heard to say, as the drunk Wright apparently swings in and out of violent episodes towards him.
And
At one point, she accuses him of stealing her phone.
"Where's my ******* ****? My ******* data," she says.
Asked what it looks like, she yells, "it looks like a ******* iPhone".
Wright insists on leaving, but Tostee tries to stop her.
"I didn't say you have to leave, I just said stop beating me up," he said.
She asks him again where her things are.
"I will ******* destroy your jaw. It's not ******* funny," she says.
"Look, that's your stuff right there," he replies.
"Get it for me. Get it for me. Get it for me," she yells.
"I'm calling the police, get it for me. Get it for me now.
Then he locks her on the balcony, she tries to climb down, and falls.
How is this anything like murder when he figures a way to get her sober rather than have her cause him unknowable grief with the police?
And why would a jury be entitled to determine it?
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An explosive audio recording played in court that captured Warriena Wright's final hours in Gable Tostee's Gold Coast apartment has revealed the New Zealander was drunk, at times incomprehensible and repeatedly violent towards the man charged with her murder.
"I've met some weird people on Tinder," the 30-year-old murder accused is heard to say, as the drunk Wright apparently swings in and out of violent episodes towards him.
And
At one point, she accuses him of stealing her phone.
"Where's my ******* ****? My ******* data," she says.
Asked what it looks like, she yells, "it looks like a ******* iPhone".
Wright insists on leaving, but Tostee tries to stop her.
"I didn't say you have to leave, I just said stop beating me up," he said.
She asks him again where her things are.
"I will ******* destroy your jaw. It's not ******* funny," she says.
"Look, that's your stuff right there," he replies.
"Get it for me. Get it for me. Get it for me," she yells.
"I'm calling the police, get it for me. Get it for me now.
Then he locks her on the balcony, she tries to climb down, and falls.
How is this anything like murder when he figures a way to get her sober rather than have her cause him unknowable grief with the police?
And why would a jury be entitled to determine it?
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