Final Analysis Page #7

Both of you. Get in the car!

This is kidnapping, sweetheart.

One great big old felony.

But I tell you what.

I'll make you a deal.

I don't think you understand.

I don't need any deal.

Right now, I'm locked up in a hospital,

far from what's going to happen.

You'll both be found dead. Your prints

on the dumbbell, his on his gun.

Nobody will know what happened.

You remember when we were here?

That meant nothing.

Nothing!

Maybe. Maybe not.

Diana's dream was a lie.

What you told me about the fire

did mean something, didn't it?

It was about your father...

...and you.

It was you your father raped.

More than once.

You couldn't take that.

You snapped...

...and then you killed him.

Because he passed out

drunk that night...

...soaked in booze...

...all you had to do was strike a match.

Maybe he deserved to die.

Maybe Jimmy did too.

It's over.

It's really over.

Give me the gun.

It's over.

It's not over!

You think you can shrink me

like one of your f***ing patients?

You think that makes me feel better?

I don't give a sh*t

about you or my father!

I don't give a sh*t about anything!

You'll kill both of us.

I'm gonna kill you first.

Down here!

The window!

You all right?

Were you surprised

by the not-guilty verdict?

Do you feel you were unjustly tried

as an accomplice?

Amazing!

Diana was Heather's accomplice.

Everybody bought it.

Especially the jury.

It made sense, didn't it?

Heather was the one

who actually committed the crimes.

Diana was unstable...

...victimized by her older sister.

It's perfect.

Too bad I didn't represent her.

You ever think maybe

you picked the wrong sister?

I want to know

everything about you, Heather.

The first thing you should know

about me is I'm an only child.

Now you've got me.

To us.

I'm really not supposed to drink.

Maybe just one sip.

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