The Last Seduction Page #5

Let me ask you this: if you found out Lance Collier was dead

would you spend your life bringing

his killer to justice?

Would you go to his funeral?

- Probably not.

- Would you feel sorry for him?

No, and this is not the point.

I really like you Mike.

But I can't live here forever.

What does that mean?

Where're you going?

Gotta bring home the bacon.

Are you checked out?

Did the doctors give you permission to leave?

Always looking for the rules, Mike.

You want me to er, come in with you?

Are you sure?

- Wendy, are you alright?

- I'm fine.

OK, I tell you what. I'm gonna go home.

If there's anything you need at all you just gimme a call, alright?

Guess who.

Christ, you're dangerous.

The cops called to confirm that

he was working for me.

You do know that if you finger me for the deal then

I'm taking you down too?

I know.

Look out your window.

That's Harlan's replacement.

A local. Name's Bert.

He won't hurt you.

I need a New Yorker for that.

He's just there to make sure that

I don't lose track of you again.

He's very professional.

Can we get past this?

There is a nice, warm divorce

waiting for you here.

I want half the money.

- Not a chance, B*tch-et.

- Don't call me that!

I'll call you whatever I want.

I borrowed a hundred K from a man

whose first and last names end in vowels.

Every week I owe him a new ten thousand

dollars in interest

and when I come up just a little short,

he's got this very fun game

that he plays with thumbs.

I hired a private detective for 50%,

but now that I know where you are

I am perfectly willing to spend all of the money

in hiring a clinical sociopath

to take it from you,

and f*** you through the eye sockets

JUST FOR FUN!

OK, look - I'll buy a week.

I'll buy a week.

I'll send you ten thousand dollars.

No, make it fifteen so you can get back to your life

while I wrap things up here.

That sounds interesting.

Then I come back,

I'll give you the cash.

Maybe you'll be feeling

a little more generous then?

I keep Bert on your ass.

Of course you do.

I've given you no reason to trust me.

Only a week.

And I'm still interviewing sociopaths.

Oh Bridge! What made you do this?

I don't know. You slapped me.

That's just an excuse.

Probably right but I get to slap you back.

Hey, it's a deal.

Slap you back hard.

- Yes, I'm still here.

- You must have your name on the ticket.

What do you mean my name has to be on it?

I'm going to Miami for Christ's sake, not Iraq!

Well it's a regulation.

- Oh yeah? What's the pilot's name?

- Erm, Well I can't tell you that.

Oh, I see. You have to know my name

but I can't know who's driving?

Well, let me ask someone.

May I put you on hold?

Yes, I'll hold.

Am I interrupting?

Don't ever come in here without knocking.

I'm sorry... I knew you were on the phone.

I just didn't wanna...

How long have you been standing there?

Just got here.

You going away?

Yes.

New York?

Yes.

For good?

No. Just for the weekend.

With everything that's happened,

I er, I just... I need to get away for a little bit.

I thought you might be hungry sitting

out here all day so I baked you some cookies.

I'll leave this one to your discretion.

Take me to Buffalo.

The husband's name is Mike Swale.

I believe they were married about six months ago.

I appreciate this.

Hope that does it.

Trish?

Hi, I'm Jean Wilbur with the county health department.

We spoke on the phone about your survey.

Come on in.

Let's go.

- A beer?

- Yeah, that'd be great. Please.

- How's things?

- Life is good.

Go up to him and tell him...

Someone's gotta tell him.

Yeah. I'm serious. Go and tell him.

- Do it.

- Alright, man.

Hey Mike, how you doin'?

Hey Chris, alright man, how are you?

Let me get him a drink.

Whatever he wants.

- Yeah, can I get a shot, man?

- You bet Chris.

So, you still seein' that lady?

Did I ever tell you once I met her outside of here last week.

She said she wanted to ask me somethin'.

The point?

She said she wanted to know your secret.

"What's the last thing Mike'll want me to know?"

What'd you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything man.

I mean, you're my friend.

I mean, besides, what do I know about Buffalo?

I mean you only told Shep about the wife and everything.

Is that it?

She went for me fly and she said

she wanted to suck it outta me.

Tell me why you're lying Chris!

I'm not!

Alright man, I f***ing came on to her

and she shot me down.

Get off him, Mike!

Get off, man!

Clean your face.

Don't be afraid:
it's only a machine.

Hey, it's me - designated f*** boy.

I know you're outta town but

I just wanted to hear your voice.

I love you! I admit it. I'm sure you

feel the same way - I'm sure you love you too.

You know Wendy, when you first came to town

I really thought you were the one. I... really did.

You were on the move.

It meant you couldn't stay here.

I just didn't trust myself after what

happened in Buffalo see.

I just didn't trust myself to be out

on my own, you know and

I seem to lose my judgement outside

of Beston.

Apparently so.

Well, now it seems to be leavin' me here, you know. I...

try, I really try to believe that you love me

but you keep treatin' me like

some kind of forage experiment.

You talk about us livin' in New York.

I mean really, come on, how long until phhht!

Where'd she go?

Where'd she go?

If I only knew you loved me Wendy...

I can't let you hear this!

I can't let you hear this!

What is this?

Wendy, you didn't go to New York.

Why'd you go to Miami?

Why?

Did you find this er,

did you find this Lance Collier?

Wendy did you m- did you murder Lance Collier?

Tell me I'm wrong. Did you?

Are you gonna turn me in Mike?

Well if I don't, it makes me an accomplice!

Christ, you are good at rules.

Wendy, you don't even seem bothered

by what you've done!

I did it for us Mike.

- What bothers me is your attitude.

- My attitude?

I expect unconditional support from

a lover. For better or worse.

Jesus! I killed the bastard.

I wouldn't take it back if I could.

You can't!

He deserved it.

- Wendy, nobody deserves to...

- Please!

Spare me your brainless countrified morality.

The world's better off without Lance Collier.

Only ten minutes I knew him he proved it

to me twenty times.

Mrs Collier thought so too.

Jesus Christ!

There's your f***ing evidence.

And there are my f***ing fingerprints!

Hey, maybe you'll get a reward and

you can open up a f***ing feed store.

Get the f*** outta here.

You know Wendy, I er, I really

thought you loved me.

I never said that.

You son of a b*tch!

Did you sniff my underwear drawer too Mike?

You think you know everything now, don't you?

Well you don't!

We all have our Buffalo girls Mike!

You murdered.

You wanna live bigger but there's

nothin' you'd kill for.

There's a place for people like that:

It's called Beston.

Get out.

Get out!

Take your f***ing shirt too!

Come in.

Yes?

A couple of questions...

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