To Die For Page #8

Now you listen to me.

I never gave Russell any money.

Do you understand?

The way I remember, it was your plan

all along. You and Jimmy!

You had a fixation about me, and you

were getting a perverted kick out it...

like people with your

sexual problems tend to do.

Russell went along with you because

Russell is an evil f***ing scumbag!

Who, I'll bet, you were having

some kind of dirty sex with...

in spite of your

lesbian tendencies.

- Wait a minute!

- Wait for what?

I thought we were friends.

Okay, then.

Can you take some advice

from a friend?

You keep your

f***in' mouth shut.

It's their word against mine.

Who are they?

A bunch of 16-year-old losers

who grew up in trailers...

whose parents sit around drinking

and screwing their cousins.

I'm a professional person,

for Christ's sake.

I come from a good home.

Who do you think

a jury would believe?

Thank God we still have

legal procedures in this country.

The court has ruled this is

a clear case of police entrapment.

The tapes were found to be

inadmissible evidence.

My client was granted bail in the amount

of $200,000, which we felt was steep...

but at least she'll be able to assist us

in the preparation of her defense.

Do you have a statement?

You have something you'd like to say?

- Suzanne, please say something.

- I just want to say...

it's nice to live

in a country...

where life, liberty...

and all the rest of it

still stand for something.

- Thank you.

- What are you gonna do now?

I'm gonna go home

and walk my dog.

- How will you address the questions?

- Will you take the stand?

Did you get those kids

to kill your husband?

I loved Larry Maretto...

with all my heart.

But the fact is...

my husband had

a serious cocaine problem.

There.

I've said it.

I've finally said it.

I believe that while

I was making my documentary...

'Teens Speak Out'...

James and Russell became acquainted

with my husband without me knowing...

and got him addicted to drugs...

and became his main supplier.

And when he tried to break free of them

or maybe when he told them...

he was thinking of turning them in

to the law...

they killed him.

I had no intention

of revealing thls dark side...

of my late husband's character...

because I wanted to spare

his parents the pain.

But I just don 't have

a choice any more.

I have to defend myself

with the truth.

There were times when--

And I know someday

when my fight is over...

I will be joining my husband...

in the heaven that

he so fervently believed in.

And that was the last time we--

- The last time we saw her.

- And that--

That pretty well

brings us up to date.

Until your phone call, which I

must say wasn't entirely unexpected...

since in the last few days a number

of interesting offers for my story...

have been literally pouring in

from the networks...

and some major movie studios.

I totally understand why we'll be

keeping this meeting confidential...

until such time as we may come

to a mutually beneficial agreement.

And I have to admit...

that I really do enjoy...

this spy story aspect of our first

rendezvous, if I may call it that.

Because I think that being

a good investigative reporter...

is very much like being

a kind of secret agent.

I hope you enjoy

viewing this document...

which I believe could serve

as the first draft...

that you Hollywood people

are so richly rewarded for.

Well, I guess that's a wrap.

Come on, Walter.

- Suzanne?

- Yes.

Finally.

The famous Suzanne Maretto.

How nice to meet you.

Did you come all the way

from Hollywood?

I came a long distance

to see you.

Who's this?

This is Walter.

Walter.

Hi, Walter.

I don't know why,

but I thought that you'd be older...

running a big studio

and everything.

I am older.

Come on out.

I want to show you something.

I brought my tape.

Let's go.

Let's go for a walk.

Oh, dear.

Where are we going?

To show you.

What?

It has to do with your story.

It is so funny.

I don't see why we have to go.

- This is for you.

- Thank you very much.

It sure looks good.

Thanks, Mrs. Maretto.

Maretto's.

I understand.

Thank you.

I'll be here...

every day for life.

Plus thirty years,

if I live that long.

Plus thirty years,

if I live that long.

Russell copped a plea

and got only 16 years.

I miss him.

He was my friend.

And Lydia too.

She was okay.

Mostly Mrs. Maretto.

And the weird thing is...

now it's hard for me to even

remember what she looked like.

You know?

Except when I dream about her...

which I do every night.

I dream I'm at

a baseball game...

and I'm way up

in the broadcasting booth.

And I'm callin' all the plays.

And she's sittin'

right next to me...

with her hand on my leg,

feelin' me up.

I can hardly wait

to get to sleep at night.

Suzanne used to say that you're

not really anybody in America...

unless you're on Tv.

'Cause what's the point

of doing anything worth while...

if there's nobody watching?

So when people are watching,

it makes you a better person.

So if everybody was on TV

all the time...

everybody would be

better people.

But if everybody was on TV

all the time...

there wouldn't be

anybody left to watch.

That's where I get confused.

Anyhow, they're flying me

to go on Oprah next weekend.

I hope she's gonna give me

some diet tips.

And Phil Donahue called too.

But to tell you the truth,

I'm kinda nervous about that one...

'cause I honestly can't follow

what he's sayin' most of the time.

There's some others too

that I can't remember off hand.

But it's really something

when you think that...

I'm the one

who's gonna be famous.

Suzanne would die if she knew.

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