In my country we have a proverb: Lies have short legs and take you nowhere.

But watching this interrogation made me rethink the limits I thought would be possible for the poor writing of a minimally consistent narrative about how it's not possible for him to have hit his wife.

"She is crazy and suicidal."
"She doesn't speak the language, therefore people at the hospital confused her and she asked for her husband by saying his name."
"I was passed out in my friend's couch. My neighbor texted me saying the police was at my house."
"You can't pinpoint my phone at my friend's house because it was discharged."
"You can't pinpoint my phone's motions leaving my house during the attack because I don't like cellphones, therefore I dig a hole and bury it every time I leave my house."
"I can't give you ways to contact my friend because I just met the guy at Wallmart. I don't even know his address. Yes, we are close enough for me to pass out on his couch."
"I can't take police there because it was too dark for me to see where I was going."
"My car was in my garage path because I prefer to walk to my friend's house."
"My other close friend who I just met saw me bury my cellphone many times before we went to the other friend's house."
"Of course I just went to his house once or twice."

And on, and on..