The Last Seduction Page #4

Trish.

Short for...

Whatever.

Is she pretty?

Are you still in love with her?

I thought you were the one that wanted to talk.

You want me to tell you about Trish?

Trish was a mistake.

Boy from Beston moves to Buffalo.

Gets lonely.

Meets girl. Screws up bigtime.

Nothin' to be ashamed of.

I just wanted some more excitement, you know?

I wanted more adventure.

Until recently, all I wanted to do was get

the hell outta this small town.

Until recently?

That's what I said.

Until recently.

What happened recently?

What happened recently?

What happened, Mike?

Can I have a little privacy please?

Tell me what happened.

You happened, alright?

What's so special about me?

You've been out there.

You came here and you chose me.

So?

So I was right.

I'm bigger than this town.

So what's wrong?

You can't stop reminding me

that you're bigger than me.

Good Morning, Alison.

There was a black man here to see you.

What did he want?

He wouldn't say.

He was black though.

Did you tell her about the black man?

Frank Griffith please.

He's not in.

Can I take a message?

No message.

What do you mean you're on the run from someone?

Did you lock the door?

- Go check it again.

- It's locked.

What about the top lock?

- Wendy, it's all locked!

- Just check it Mike.

Wendy, it's all locked, OK?

Locked!

Why in the world would someone be after you?

Do you love me Mike?

What?

- I made another sale today.

- A sale?

You know, like that night we worked late in your office?

Wendy, if you wanna sell murder to people,

if that's how you have your fun, that's fine by me.

It's nothing that I'm interested in.

Yeah but I can't deliver it without you.

We may have a sale Mike but we didn't deliver.

Deliver murder?

I'm gonna do it.

Lance Collier. Financial consultant, retired,

lives outside Miami.

Charms young waitresses with

luxury apartments and credit cards

while his wife Mary Beth sits

at home playing Solitaire.

He's faithful to Mary Beth in one way:

she's the only woman he beats.

She doesn't need the money

but she would like to see him die

with a considerable amount of pain.

You're crazy.

I did a little creative key-punching

and cross-referenced our list parameters

with policy holders at Third Mutual.

You accessed another company's database?

And the good news is:

Our victim does no business with Interstate.

He has no connection to us Mike.

Wendy, you need help.

Look, I'm gonna go out for a while.

You wanna spend the night here, that's fine.

- Talk to me.

- You're deranged.

Mike, the guy deserves it.

Think about his poor wife!

Do you know why I left New York?

To mess with my mind.

Fifteen thousand dollars a year is nothing.

An apartment you're not afraid to walk out of

rents for half that much

and you have to read the god-damned

obituaries to find it.

I'm going back, but I won't live like an animal.

I want you to go back with me.

Really, you do? And all I have to do is kill someone

while you go apartment hunting?

We can do it together.

Wendy, maybe it's my quaint small-town morals

but I don't do murder.

Yeah, well you would if you loved me.

Get some sleep.

Where are you going?

I'm going to play hockey.

Hockey...

I'll come with you.

You're gonna leave me here by myself?

Mike, wait.

I'm scared.

Let's go for a little drive.

So how is Clay?

Pissed. We want our money.

- What? Are you two an item?

- Funny woman.

You're on a contingency?

Fifty percent of funds recovered.

- So why even give Clay his half?

- Professionalism.

Wouldn't it be more pleasant to share it with me?

Lady, you had your fun.

Whatever you spent, you spent.

As long as it's within reason.

But it's over.

- You'd get rough?

- I will if I have to.

I can't get it for you tonight.

- Where is it?

- In a bank.

- Show me a statement?

- I don't have a statement.

But they have this 800 line,

you can punch in the account number,

get a balance - it's a real kick.

I imagine. Pull over at the next phone.

I assume that was to get me out of the car,

hoping I'd leave these?

'twas.

- So the money's at your place?

- 'tis.

How much is left?

All but a couple of thou'.

Frugal woman.

Let's go.

Well, what if I hadn't saved it all?

I mean, come on, you can give me a break.

How much?

Hundred grand. I could easily have spent that much.

How the f*** do you stay up here?

I mean these people...

I go in the store this morning for cigarettes,

they got ducks under the counter.

What? Do they plant these people or do they just grow outta the ground?

And they look at me like...

hell, I don't know.

Well, you know; they're not used to seeing guys like you around here

if you... know what I mean.

Is it true what they say?

What?

You know... size.

Is it true what they say about white women?

- What's that?

- No ass?

Oh, come on; I was wondering for real.

Let me see it.

F*** you. Drive!

I'm sorry.

About what?

About your shortcoming.

I'm not gonna play this game.

Is that why you carry a big gun?

The Freudian mind-f*** isn't gonna work either.

Touchy.

I'm sure your woman is very understanding.

Exactly how is it that we end this phase of our relationship?

By you showing it to me.

Come on, let me see it. I've never seen one before.

I'll show you my ass.

What makes you think I wanna see your bony ass?

- Show me.

- Show me!

I'm driving. You go first.

Nah, you go first.

You'll shut the f*** up if I show you?

I'm sure I'll be too stunned to speak.

I don't believe this.

You're crazy.

Sh*t.

OK, there, You happy?

What the hell are you doin'?

I'll make sure the press says nothing about your husband.

I really appreciate it.

There's only one more question I need to ask.

I don't mean to pry...

the man with you

appeared to be not entirely in his pants

at the time of impact.

Can you tell me what happened

just before you went off the road?

Well, like I told you before he tried to

get me to contact my husband and...

I refused of course.

Well he became... you know,

Motherf***er this, motherf***er that...

Like in the movies?

Exactly.

Next thing I knew...

I only remember bits and pieces of it but he...

the jist of it was that he was going to...

impale me with his

big...

There's another man

waiting to see you when you're through.

I'm through here anyway.

Thankyou ma'am.

You alright?

How was hockey?

I'm very sorry I walked away.

Wendy, you were just, you were scaring the hell outta me. I mean

The things you were saying -

you weren't serious?

What do you think?

I don't understand you.

Yeah? Where's the effort to try?

I'm very sorry I walked away.

Mike, what I suggested I suggested for us.

The only loser in the whole deal is a rich, cheating, wife-beating

old bastard.

You're talking about murder.

Yeah? So?

Oh, I'm sorry - it's one of the commandments, right?

Think about what you're saying.

Is it the morality of murder that bothers you or the personal risk?

Murder is wrong.

Yeah, unless the president says to do it.

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