The Last Seduction Page #7

Oh, f***.

Funny thing, Bridge.

I coulda put this money some place

where you wouldn't have gotten it.

I might have taken you back.

You're a very funny lady.

You know the role-playing thing?

Baby you make one hell of a horny nun.

What do you say Bridge,

do you wanna stay married?

What are you doing?

Oh my God!

Now we have a future.

You're not human.

I did it for us, Mike.

But he was insured.

F*** me, Mike.

What?

It's a role-play.

You're the intruder,

you kill my husband, you rape me.

You're not gonna kill me.

You're not gonna kill me Bridget.

You're gonna kill me if I don't

do what you say, right Mike?

Get offa me.

GET OFFA ME!

You're lucky I don't kill you...

You're lucky!

Rape me, Mike.

You're goin' to jail.

Trish wasn't really coming to Beston, Mike.

What did you say?

You shouldn't've told me you never slept with a man before.

It must've been some wild night

you getting married so fast.

He couldn't really...

...how to keep the goods hidden

for a whole two days?

What'd he do - tell you the little bobbly

thing at the back of your throat was a clitoris?

You married a man,

you farm f*ggot!

Shut your mouth!

I'm Trish. Rape me!

- Shut your mouth!

- Rape me!

You wanna be raped? Is that what

you want? You wanna f***ing be raped?

You wanna play games? OK!

This is 911.

This is 911.

Is this what you want?

I'm gonna rape you.

I'm gonna f***ing rape you, b*tch!

Miss, miss. I'm tracing your call right now.

You like it?

Don't you wanna be raped?

- You killed my husband!

- God-damn right!

You're God-damn right!

You killed my husband!

God-damn right I did!

Alright. Miss, miss? I have located you and

I have a car on the way.

- I'm Trish.

- Are you Trish? F*** you!

F***, f***ing b*tch!

F*** you!

Is that what you want?

You like it!

What'd you find out?

Lance Collier exists.

In fact he continues to exist.

He's the guy you described but he isn't dead.

Right, so she stole her husband's

money just like he told me.

But the husband never filed a complaint.

Look at the D.A.'s case Mike:

you go into a man's apartment with a gun and a knife.

That's intent to kill even if you hadn't confessed it.

The wife is there, your girlfriend.

That's motive.

There's a rape on Police tape, along with

a number of murderous threats

all of which goes to establish

a damn tight case.

She gave me the keys to the apartment.

She gave them to me!

They were copies of the originals she possessed. The

jury figures you could have had those made up at any time.

But...

There's not a trace of anyone's fingerprints

on those keys but yours.

The mace was hers!

I believe you Mike.

But a jury's gonna be looking for elecrical outlets.

If we had one piece of hard evidence to support

your version of her manoeuvrings

that would be enought to raise reasonable doubt.

A note she wrote,

the plane ticket to Miami?

Phone calls. She made phone calls from my office.

Your office, and you made all but one of those calls.

She probably faked that one.

Believe me,

You don't want a jury to hear about that night.

THINK!

There might be one thing...

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