The Last Seduction Page #6

This guy in Florida.

He really beat his wife?

Like a punching bag.

Country boy.

Wendy, I'm trying to accept this, OK.

I really want to be able to take you back.

I'm outta here Mike,

I won the lottery. Going to New York.

I could come with you.

You have a way of making a woman feel

like a one-way train ticket.

It's not like that.

Get out on your own, Mike.

- What do you want?

- Nothing you're offering.

Try me!

A relationship of equals.

That means commitment.

I've done something committed, you haven't.

Oh come on! Murder!

Murder is commitment?

Yeah, when I've done it and you haven't it is.

Fine. OK. Who? Who do you want me to erase?

Who do you want me to kill?

This Cahill guy

in New York.

He gets a hold of property tax rolls,

finds out who's delinquent a few bucks

He pays the balance. Then waits.

If the sucker doesn't figure out what

happened, Cahill becomes owner of the property.

You know what he did last week?

He kicked an 84-year-old woman out on the street with her walker.

That's his credit report.

Are you serious?

Double indemnity.

Ten million payoff to the widow

if he dies an unnatural death.

She's willing to give us a third.

You called her?

She said she's bought things over the phone before.

You try to make this sound reasonable?

It is reasonable.

You. Me. Three million bucks.

New York City, Mike.

It's reasonable.

Where does this end with you?

Right then. Right with Cahill.

We'd be even.

I've just realised that I don't want to

be with you enought to be like you.

Get off me!

Dear Mike, I got a job at Interstate.

I'll be moving to Beston soon.

Dear Mike, I got a job at Interstate

and I'll be moving to Beston soon...

No-one has to know about our little secret.

I just wanna be near you. Love, Trish.

I'll do it. I'll kill the bastard.

There's just one thing.

I am never coming back to Beston.

Not for one second.

We pull up sticks, we settle in

right afterwards.

We put all this behind us, alright?

So what made you change your mind?

We're gonna have a life together Wendy.

In New York, the two of us, alone.

Beston Police Department, Officer Lewis.

Hi, Police?

This is Mrs Neff, 313 Squire Road.

There's this strange man outside my house.

He tried to show his erm...

his diddly to my 4-year-old daughter.

Is he still there?

We'll have a squad car there in three minutes.

I'm working!

What are you doin'?

Hey! She's getting away!

It's my job! She's getting away!

Give me your cheat sheet.

Why?

You don't want it on you!

You memorised it, right?

Let's hear it.

When I get to the Port Authority I go straight outside,

find a cab, don't talk to anybody.

I have the cab take me to Broadway

and 125th Street,

I find Cahill's apartment.

I wait until 11 O'clock, when we're sure the

girlfriend's gone. I wait until the lights go out.

And a half hour more to make sure he's asleep.

I put on the gloves. I check and make sure

I've got the cuffs - four pairs.

I've got the gun, the knife,

the bandana and the flashlight. Keys too:

to the apartment, to the building

and to the doorknob.

I walk up the stairs,

I open the apartment door.

I enter, I shut the door,

I lock the door.

I find him.

I make sure he sees the gun.

I tell him not to say a word.

You hit him hard if he does.

I close any open curtains.

I turn on the lights,

I tell him I'm just there to rob the place.

I find a sturdy chair.

I sit him in it. I toss him the cuffs.

I tell him to cuff himself to the chair.

Left hand, right hand, left leg, right leg.

Make sure I hear the click of the cuffs.

Then I er, tell him to open up his mouth.

I gag him, tight.

I then use the gun to knock him out

with a blow to the head.

And I er, keep stabbing him until he's...

dead.

Keep going.

I take one final look around, turn off the lights.

I unlock the door, I exit, I shut the door, I lock it.

I'll get the gloves.

Why do I have to turn off the lights?

Pop psychology.

Lets yourself know you've

finished an unpleasant chore.

The unpleasant chore...

You're up for this, right?

I'm here to rob the place.

I thought you were the new decorator.

Just shut your mouth, do what I tell you.

Get up, get out of bed. Come on, get up!

Sorry. I don't want to mess with

your concentration...

skilled labour and all.

What now?

Go ahead and er, cuff your handcuffs

to your legcuffs there.

- That'll be comfortable!

- I told you to shut up!

Now what?

I'm gonna gag you.

How am I gonna tell you where

everything is? Am I yelling?

You have a gun. I'm cooperating.

Forget the gag.

The gag's important.

Did you read a book on this?

You know, kid, you don't look like a dope-head.

What?

I just write prescriptions, right?

I got no stash.

The money goes to a loan shark.

I got some aspirin in the medicine cabinet.

But other than that I got nothing here you want.

I'm not interested in your drugs, alright?

You're just breaking in at random?

Great. The guy next door is outta town for a month.

Open!

My wife has jewellery.

I can't do it Wendy, I can't do it!

Hold it right there pal, hold it!

Right there!

Talk fast.

She's my wife.

Her name's Bridget.

You know her as Wendy Kroy.

She stole a fortune from me after

making me steal it.

But she's not willing to give it up.

But she can't come back to New York

without settling with me first.

And that's where you come in.

See, she hired you...

Wait a minute...

Oh, f***!

You're into her, huh?

It's logical:
I guess there aren't

many women f*** like her in cow town.

Keep talking.

You're a schizoid, talk to yourself.

You really her husband?

Who'd she say I was?

Foreclosure lawyer.

And you believe that?

It says so on the mailbox.

You're crazy.

It does. It says Cahill on the mailbox.

Find one other thing in here that...

She's here. She's in New York.

She must have switched the label

on the mailbox.

She must have worked up one hell

of a morality play for you

but you don't like the way it ends.

What are you talking about?

You're supposed to kill Cahill,

only it's me.

Then she fingers you for the murder.

I don't think so.

Oh, she wouldn't lie to you?

Denial. OK, I'm still Cahill.

Did she ever happen to mention

that she knows Cahill?

So well that he would have a picture of her in his

appartment. That's a pretty major omission, isn't it?

Will you shut up? Shut up and let me think.

Just shut your mouth!

Take your time.

She probably has the cops heading here right now.

She has to know that you've

actually offed me first.

You're signalling her.

How?

I'm calling her later.

She's not in Beston, cow-boy.

Hi, Bridge.

So you were gonna have me kill your husband.

I was.

And then tip the Police.

- No I wasn't.

- Bullshit.

She tells the cops she's reconciling

with me,

that's the suitcase.

Shut up, Clay.

You have a jealous boyfriend.

It was a great idea Bridge,

but I guess Mikey wasn't up to it.

What do you say?

Is it game, set, match?

Who has the key?

I do.

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