Guilty as Sin Page #8

how long it's been going on...

or how long we'd been

planning the murder together.

l even sent you a gift.

l charged it on my credit card

and had it delivered to your room.

l'm sure the shopkeeper

has a record.

- The turquoise bracelet?

- Mm-hmm.

- lt was you.

- Did you like it?

Can you imagine

how that would look...

should you ever decide to

violate your vow of silence...

about this murder

or any other murders?

You sent that letter.

We just played out our parts.

l could make you handle

my defence if l wanted to.

But frankly,

l'm beginning to tire of you.

You're not nearly as tough

or as smart as l thought you were.

Witness may step down.

Or l could sue

your firm for malpractice...

and collect a goddam fortune...

over that stupid,

phoney evidence you planted.

Lawyer tries to frame

her own client, film at 11:00.

Honey, you would be

finished forever.

Why don't you just do it?

Because we've been close,

haven't we, Jennifer?

Closer than most people who f***.

Why?

Why did you take the gloves off...

before you killed her?

Killing with gloves on would

be like f***ing with a rubber.

Bye, Jennifer.

Good luck.

What'd he do?

You haven't said a word

since we left the courtroom.

What did that bastard say to you?

Moe, l've--

l've looked into the face

of somebody so evil.

l've heard words so vile.

Moe, l've gotta destroy him.

-What are you talkin' about?

-All that evidence you gathered:

Selma Hanks,

the woman on life support,

where is it?

Right here.

- Have you got a copier?

- No.

Hold onto that file.

l'm going down to the State's

Attorney's Office tomorrow.

l'm gonna tell them everything

l know about David Greenhill.

lt would never be admissible.

All they'd need is corroborating

evidence of their own.

Are you nuts? lf something

like that ever got out,

it could mean disbarment,

the end of your career.

l don't care

if it means l'm indicted.

He made me an accomplice, Moe.

And l'm not gonna

let him keep walking the streets

looking for another vulnerable,

helpless woman to kill.

And he will, Moe, he will.

Now, look, Jennifer,

l've known you all your life.

You'd be giving up everything

you ever cared for.

lt's worth it.

lt's worth it, Moe.

All right now, please.

Huh? Just think about it.

l've been thinking about it ever

since we left the courtroom.

He is going down, Moe.

He is going down.

Are you going to be

all right tonight?

l'm picking Phil up

at his office at 10:00.

l'll pull myself together by then.

ls he back to work already?

The doctors felt his job

would be the best therapy.

No, you're the best therapy.

Why don't you marry the poor bastard?

Thanks, Moe.

Well, what can l do for you?

Well, l thought

l might be able to...

help you out with that little biography

you've been writin' about me.

You know, maybe help fill in

some of the gaps.

Why would l be interested in you?

'Cause l'm a remarkable fellow, Moe.

You've never met anyone

quite like me before.

God, places like these

are bad for my allergies.

Well, l don't like

to throw things away.

Yeah, well, Moe, sometimes

you got to get rid of the old

to make way for the new.

You know what l mean?

l mean, let's face it.

Old people, they just

kind of clutter up the world.

You know what l mean?

They walk too slow

and they talk too slow...

and they drive too slow

and they're always in the f***in' way.

Tryin' to remind you

about how things used to be.

Pain in the ass, really.

lf you're looking

for your file, l...

had it copied and put

in the safe-deposit box.

No.

Not you, Moe.

No computer, no fax, no Xerox.

You wouldn't have

that sh*t in your office.

Nope. lt's in here somewhere.

Well, feel free to look around.

Well, if you're not gonna

help me look for it,

Goddam firetrap anyway.

See, the way l see it,

you were workin' late one night,

and you fell asleep with

one of them cigars in your hand.

Stray ash...

fell off and caught

those newspapers on fire.

You were overcome by smoke.

lt's better than wasting away

in a hospital day after day,

don't you think, Moe?

- l mean, really.

- What?

Damn crazy son of a b*tch!

What the f*** are you doin'?

Your car is waiting

for you, Miss Haines.

- Good evening, Miss Haines.

- Hi, Eugene.

l guess it was more of a marriage

than either one of us thought, huh?

'Til death do us part

and all that sh*t.

You won't do anything to me.

Moe has got a stack of evidence

on you from Boston to Atlanta.

lf l should have an accident--

You know, it's a good night

for accidents.

Moe already had one.

Oh, well, that changes everything.

God, you've had...

just a terrible month,

haven't you, Jennifer?

First, your boyfriend gets beaten up

and put in the hospital,

then a hung jury, and now your

best friend goes and dies on ya.

Very depressing.

Suicidally so.

No one's gonna believe you.

l don't know.

So far, everyone's believed

everything l wanted them to.

And there won't be a mark on ya.

Just a leap from a high place.

How about a mark on you?

Exhibit A! Your skin under my nails!

Exhibit B!

Your hair in my hands!

Exhibit C! Teeth marks!

Oh, God!

- Watch those doors.

- Watch the doors, Phil.

l wanna see Security

in my office right away.

- You're gonna be fine, darlin'.

- Phil?

You're gonna be just fine.

Relax, ma'am. Try not to move.

Nice and easy.

Don't-- Don't bump her.

l beat him, Phil.

l beat him.

Tough way to win a case.

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