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Blow jobs like oral sex blow jobs

don't count?

Absolutely not.

Have you ever really been in love?

I mean, like, you know...

...the kind where you really

can't wait to see the person...

...and you get this warm feeling

when you think about them...

...and all that kind of stuff?

Have you ever...

- What?

- All right, never mind.

Did you and your husband

get married in church?

Yes.

I cannot understand how two

people get married before God...

...then one hires

someone to kill the other.

- Did you get married in church?

- Yeah.

And did you take an

oath before God?

Yeah.

All right, well, then let me

ask you something, okay?

When you were married, if your

wife met some guy on the street...

...and she blew him, that wouldn't

classify as cheating?

I mean, like... You just said

blow jobs don't count.

You're really hung up on this

blow lob thing, aren't you?

Are you comin' on to me, baby?

Are you?

Cause if you are, forget it.

I was paid good money to kill you.

- How much?

- A lot!

I can pay you a great

deal more money not to kill me.

- What? What are you saying to me?

- I said I can pay you...

...a great deal more money

not to kill me.

Forget it.

A deal's a deal.

I never go back on my word.

A hundred thousand dollars.

No. Your husband hired me

because I'm the best.

I have a reputation of a man

who gets the job done...

...and never goes back on

his word.

I can't let you go.

- My husband hired you?

- Yeah.

All right,

you don't have to let me go.

You could still kill me.

But just...

Look. I have a lot of money

in that safe...

...and I'll give you

the combination.

Just tell me that when I die, that

bstard will go right after me.

Well, how do you know I won't take

the money after you're dead...

- ...and not kill him?

- Well, I don't know it.

I don't know. But you seem like

a man of your word.

- I am.

- Well, then...

...just give me your word then,

okay?

Just tell me,

just tell me you'll do it.

A hundred and fifty thousand

dollars. All right?

Just think about it.

You know, sun, fun...

...and all the blow jobs

that you could ever possibly want.

I'll think about it.

- Are you getting nervous?

- I'm just waitin' for a call.

- From who?

- Your husband.

My husband's gonna call you here?

Well, I wanna talk to him!

Well, he doesn't wanna

talk to you.

And right now he's getting

himself a nice alibi.

And when he gets far enough away,

he's gonna call...

...and signal me by letting

that phone ring twice.

And that's when you die, Maggie.

Maggie?

This is three seventy five

Chestnut Drive, right?

Yes.

- That's your name, right?

- Yes, but...

...my father's the only person

that ever called me Maggie...

...because I'm named

after his mother...

...but he never liked

the name Margaret.

That's weird. My mother's the only

one who ever call me Anthony.

She always said Tony sounded

like a hoodlum's name.

Is your mother alive?

Hey, what do you want from me?

Stop with all these questions now!

Come on,

you sound like my shrink!

You're in therapy?

I'm not ashamed to say

I got problems like anybody else.

Well, I'm not trying to

insult you.

It's just, I mean,

I've got problems, too.

I've been going to a therapist

for five years.

But you're a hired killer.

- Its a job.

- No.

A job is selling real estate.

I mean, you...

you take human life.

- You got no ice.

- In the kitchen.

You know, what does your therapist

have to say about this?

- I'd be interested to know that.

- What's, whats he gonna say?

I don't know, you know,

"It's not nice."

"Well-adjusted people

don't kill other people."

Aren't you afraid

he's gonna tell the police?

A shrink can't tell anything that

goes on between him and a patient.

- It's strictly confidential.

- No. No.

Not when it comes to murder.

You're wrong.

What's he gonna say? I'll fckin'

kill him if he opens his mouth.

How long have you been

seeing this therapist?

Three years.

It hasn't cost me a dime.

- Why not?

- I needed that.

My shrink's a degenerate gambler.

I set him up with my cousin

who's a bookmaker.

I like this place.

The doctor's a born loser.

He couldn't pick

his own birthday.

I see him three times a week,

on the house.

It's the barter system.

Your doctor sounds like a real

reputable person.

- You making fun of him?

- No.

Yes, you are.

Hey, everyone has problems baby.

Look at you. You got

all the money in the world.

It didn't make you happy.

You see, money takes away

all your problems.

Then you got no choice

but to look inside yourself...

...and see how fcked up you are.

Money changes people,

usually for the worse.

Money made my husband worse,

but he's always been unfaithful.

It's impossible for a man to be

faithful to a woman today.

That's not true, OK?

My father was faithful to

my mother all his life.

I'll teach you something

about marriage.

Many, many years ago,

when this thing called...

...marriage was invented...

...it was easy for a man to be

faithful to one woman.

Because men only lived to be

forty years old.

It was easier back then.

Wait, so what you're saying is

that men can't be faithful to...

...one woman because

they live longer today?

- No.

- Well, then, what?

There are too many cocktail

waitresses today.

You know, you need help.

No, baby.

You got it wrong.

You're the one who needs help!

You're the one who's been

good all these years.

Don't you see what's happening?

I was sent here by

your husband to kill you.

To leave you dead and bleeding

like some fcking animal.

I was told to make it look like

a rape and a murder.

You know, there's a five million

dollar life insurance...

- ...policy on you?

- Yeah, I know that.

But my husband wouldn't

kill me for the money alone.

No? People die for a lot less.

Yeah well, he wouldn't kill me

for the money alone.

- Yeah? Then what is it?

- Debbie.

- Who the fck is Debbie?

- She works for my husband.

She's his personal assistant.

Same old story.

How'd you find out?

Easy guess. No brains, fake.

My husband's always been

a sucker for a beautiful woman.

You know, there should be

a law against...

...twentyfour year old blondes

with big tits named Debbie.

And I'm so stupid,

I thought he always love me.

Well, maybe he loves you

but he's not in love with you.

What, what's so funny?

I don't know.

Some broad told me that once.

"I love you,

but I'm not in love with you."

That's a nice way of telling

someone to go fck themseif.

- She must've hurt you, huh?

- Yeah.

I caught her in bed

with my best friend.

They were fcking

when I walked in.

It hurt me.

But I got my revenge.

- You killed 'em?

- No. I let her marry him.

Now they're making

each other miserable.

What does it

feel like to kill someone?

Why?

Thinking about killing someone?

No. I, couldn't kill anybody.

Oh, yeah. Anybody can

kill under the right conditions.

Even you.

Me, I kill for money.

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