Kill Me Again Page #2

You interested or not?

Take it easy, I'm just saying that you got this nice guy complex.

This whole thing with Kathy.

Sometimes you act like an a**hole.

Great. I got a piano salesman for a psychiatrist.

- Only difference is I give advice for free.

- Alan, it's just a job.

You in or not?

Yeah. What the hell, what's the worst that could happen?

- When do I start?

- Right now.

I need a pint of Type A negative blood.

Seriously?

And, will that be a single or a double?

I'd like a double bed. But I'm single.

Ok, um...

Soba broj 15.

Room 15. What you wanna do, is go out this door,

and, uh,

- you go, uh, you go right,

- -Mm-hmm.

- you go straight, to the...Why don't I just show you?

- Ok.

- I'll get this for you.

- I'll take that.

- You sure, Ms. Forester?

- Really.

All right.

Why don't you call me Fay?

- Alright, Fay. Call me Tim.

- Ok, Tim.

So, you're sure the clerk in the motel will remember you?

He'll remember me.

Alright...

Then, uh, should be able to go tonight.

Oh, yeah, here's, uh,

Your new ID.

- West Virginia?

- It was all I could get.

BIRTH CERTIFICATE

Great! They look so real.

What do you think you'll do after tonight?

I don't know. I haven't really thought about it that much.

- You like to gamble?

- Depends on what's at stake.

Seven.

- Seven!

- Alright! Great,great.

- Okay, one more time, one more time.

- Alright!

Hi!

Hi.

How'd you do at craps?

Great. I won five hundred dollars.

You sure had those guys at the table going.

Yeah, it was fun. Wish you coulda joined me.

What's that?

Blood.

Same type as yours.

How'd you get blood?

It's not that hard.

This is the part I've been waiting for.

The murderer probably came here, and had a few drinks with you.

Go ahead.

The cops love lipstick and fingerprints.

So...

You were probably there, on the bed, and...

he was here, uh...

Yeah? And he probably made a pass at me.

Come here.

Yeah. Probably drunk, and...

tried to rough you up.

Yeah, but I tried to fight him off.

Show me how. We gotta make it look real.

You can do better than that, Jack.

You gotta do a good job.

This is costing me a lot of money.

Come on, rip it!

Ja sam se estoko branila.

I put up a wicked fight.

And then,

the murderer gets tired of wrestling.

And decides...

to kill the b*tch,

and take her money.

Exhibit A.

Wanna put some on me?

I gotta put some holes in your dress, first.

Wouldn't it be easier if I took my dress off?

Sorry!

I always wondered what it'd be like

to die a really violent death.

Well, now you know.

Yeah.

Just lie there like you're dead.

- You left everything in here?

- Mm-hmm.

Except my car keys, which you have.

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