Wishmaster 4: The Prophecy Fulfilled Page #2

It's the truth.

Caligula was the most

misunderstood man in rome.

Caligula was a monster.

Don't believe everything you read.

He was a passionate man with a

taste for beauty and extravagance.

- You sound like you knew him.

- Maybe I did-- In another life.

What? What is it?

- What's different about you?

- I told you.

I was inspired last night to become

the man you see before you.

You told me you were

inspired into a new strategy.

Which, by the way,

we have yet to talk about.

Ah yes,

The strategy.

- So?

- I'm waiting for you.

Waiting for me to what?

Tell me what you wish for

and the strategy begins.

Steven, don't tell me

this was just a game

To get me alone with you.

Play the game, Lisa,

then judge me.

Come on, make a wish.

All right.

I wish you could make them

settle this case.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

Will you tell me your plan?

Shh, listen.

- Yeah.

- Doug Hollister, Steven Verdel.

How did you get this number?

Did you have a chance

to go over our new proposal?

What kind of game

are you playing, Verdel?

You're about to find out, Doug.

Do those numbers fall in place for you?

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

$10 million?

What are you, the hero

of some John Grisham novel?

Who the hell do you think

you're dealing with?

You call this number again

and you'll be writing briefs

for what's left of your pitiful,

insignificant career!

Don't hang up, Doug.

I'm certain we can

settle this right now.

What the hell is going on?

I suggest you hold your tongue

until we're finished.

Thank you, Doug,

that's very kind of you.

We both know you can

cut off your nose to spite

your face,

But that's not going to change the

testimony of my star witness.

I think you know-- The designer

of the braking system

That failed on my client's bike.

The one that's cashing the

payoff checks to keep him quiet.

Mr. Hollister?

You get the point, Doug, huh?

Graft just doesn't inspire the same

loyalty these days, does it, Doug?

I'll tell you what,

sign the agreement,

fax it over to my office and

we'll end this painful exchange?

I know that you're racked

with pain over this,

but I'm not the one holding

a gun to your head, am I?

You know me, Doug,

I love a good story.

Shoot.

Okay... yeah.

It's been fun, Doug.

All right.

You see?

He was dying to get it done.

Am I supposed to believe someone

was actually on the other end?

Have a look.

I love my job.

- I can't believe it.

- Oh, believe it.

I've also decided

not to take a fee.

Steven?

It is not about money

for me, Lisa.

- I can't let you do that.

- It's done.

Go home and share

the good news with Sam.

Enjoy it.

What happened to you last night?

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