Blue Seduction Page #6

You don't have to be sorry.

Just tell me you love me.

I love you.

You have some

constitution there, sailor.

I thought your heart

would have exploded by now.

What...

why are my pants down?

Have you ever had sex

while being tied up?

- Yeah...

- Mikey?

Come on,

is that what we're doing?

- Don't worry, baby.

- What are we doing?

Come on now.

You know, I think it's about time

we called Stanley.

Yeah? Why?

Well, I was thinking about

You think that's over the top?

No, I think it's

very reasonable.

I'll give you 100 grand

if you pull up my pants and untie me.

Yeah.

The problem with that is

- you don't have 100 grand.

- No.

- You know why?

- Why?

Because you're broke.

And you're a loser.

Well, that's a little harsh...

maybe true, but I'll tell you what:

You untie me,

I'll use your songs

and we can negotiate,

because this is...

Come on, this is... it hurts.

Can you take me out of here?

Don't treat me like one

of your groupies.

Okay, yeah.

You're... I'll treat you

like you're crazy then.

- You know what I find amazing?

- What?

Is that I put all

that crap in your drink,

and you still keep going.

You're like a bull elephant.

What is this?

Get off me, honey.

What are you...

what are you trying to do?

- What is that?

- Here we go.

- What are you trying to do?

- Kill you.

What? No... God!

I'm looking for Jan Stevens's room.

She's in 254 West, that way.

- Sir, please don't run in my halls.

- Oh, man.

Wait a minute, that's 2...

Just...

Sir. Sir, you left so quickly.

Jan Stevens went home this morning.

- She went home to her daughter.

- Her daughter?

Thank you.

Listen, I'm gonna run, okay?

'Cause you ran, I saw you.

Uh, hand sanitizer?

Down on the corner.

Honey! Listen.

- You're in danger.

- What the hell are you doing here?

Baby, listen to me.

Okay, I'm sorry. All right?

I'm sorry for everything.

I didn't mean to hurt you, baby.

Oh, really?

Which time, Mikey. Then or now?

Honey, you are my Gibraltar.

And I know that.

- You are my rock.

- I have heard this before, Mikey.

It's the same thing

every single time.

Me first... Mikey Taylor... but when

things start to get a little rough...

"Oh, please, Joyce!

Please help me!"

What the hell do you want?

Matty is crazy and

she's trying to kill me, okay?

- You... she...

- Oh, come on!

She's blackmailing us

and she's trying to kill me.

What motive would she have

for killing you?

She's obsessed with me.

Please.

What?

Lock the doors, all right?

I'm gonna take care of this.

I'm going to the cops.

Shut up!

What can I do for you?

Missing person?

No. My name is Mike Taylor.

That's Matty McPherson.

Uh, she broke into my house,

forced me to have sex with her;

She blackmailed me and

threatened to kill me.

You expect to lay rape charges

against her?

- Yeah.

- That's a new one.

Yeah. Breaking and entering?

You heard of that?

Forcible entry, was it?

You're being funny, right?

That's a joke?

Sir, was it forcible entry?

No, okay?

She drove me home, okay?

I was intoxicated

so she drove me home.

Thank goodness for that.

I don't think you're following me...

You see, it only works

if she broke your window

or she picked your lock.

- It doesn't qualify if you let her in.

- I understand...

the principles

of breaking and entering.

But that's not really what

I'm talking about here, okay?

- Okay...

- No, please.

Let's just say that we're already

in the house, okay?

However we got in, we're

in the house, so...

at which point...

- Mr. Taylor?

- ... The suspect... please!

She threatens me, okay?

For what it's worth,

if a girl like that

takes the stand,

you better hope that

every jury member

is a very matronly woman.

Thank you so much for

that observation, Officer.

Well, just in case

something happens to you,

I'm gonna put her picture

right over here

so I don't forget what

the suspect looks like.

Hey, Eddie?

Call the squadron on this one.

- We got a new rapist. Look over here.

- Oh, man.

She ties you up and

she makes you have sex with her.

Okay, you're making a joke

at my expense.

I come in with a formal complaint

and you're making a joke.

What makes you think she's

not dangerous? 'Cause she's beautiful?

- Mr. Taylor...

- Is that it?

That is some real twisted reverse

discrimination you've got going there.

Give me her address and

I'll have Officer Eddie

- go out and interview her

- That's the first...

- Thank you.

- You're very welcome, sir.

At least now she'll know

there is a formal complaint,

and in case something

does happen to me...

- Absolutely.

- ... A citizen...

I'm a citizen, all right?

- Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

- No, thank you.

Matty McPherson?

Yeah.

I need to ask you

a few questions.

Sure.

Come on in.

Do you know a Mike Taylor?

Sure.

Everybody knows Mikey Taylor

from The Saints.

You're kidding?

That was him?

Jeez, I didn't recognize him.

Nobody does since he became

a sexaholic, drugaholic,

alcoholic wannabe comeback.

I have to ask:

Did you have sex with him?

I recorded some demos with him.

He came over.

I let him in.

He forced me down.

Why didn't you call the police?

I was too embarrassed.

His friend Stanley came over,

and I wouldn't even tell him.

It's just... let's leave it at that,

unless I'm pregnant-

which I could be.

And then who would want me?

A girl like me, all alone?

Who wants damaged goods?

Well, I have to tell you,

Mr. Taylor is claiming

you raped him.

Wha... what?

You see him and you see me.

Who do you think is

the bigger, stronger rapist?

All right.

Did you threaten to kill his wife?

You mean his

estranged wife Joyce?

The one who keeps taking him

back to rehab?

Okay. Excuse me.

This is Officer 212.

I'm with Matty McPherson,

who claims Mike Taylor

raped her.

You'd better keep an eye on the house.

Roger that.

Do you want to press charges?

Come down to the station?

Maybe, um...

maybe just a restraining order,

in case he tries again?

Sure, I can do that for you.

Now I can get you

a temporary one tonight,

but tomorrow you have to

go before the judge.

I can write the address

down for you.

Here you go.

Is 200' okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Uh, thanks, Officer Eddie.

I saw your tag.

Thanks for you help.

Okay.

No offense, Mike, but I just think

we should use her music anyway.

Just pay her off...

not 100 grand-

and cut her loose.

But we need her music.

Yeah. We'll record the last song.

You don't even have to be there.

Take a break, man.

Go home to Joyce, rehab...

whatever you gotta do.

Can't... can't you see...

I just can't stand

this girl-child-woman

making money off of me,

taking credit.

All right? She wrote 'em,

but Jesus...

She's doing everything in

her power to make my life hell.

Sorry, Mike, about everything.

But the due date's

tomorrow, man,

so please let us finish

the song with Matty tonight.

What choice do I have?

Sign here, man,

and we'll cut her a check.

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