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- What? What are you saying to me?

- I said I can pay you...

...a great deal more money

not to kill me.

Forget it.

A deal's a deal.

I never go back on my word.

A hundred thousand dollars.

No. Your husband hired me

because I'm the best.

I have a reputation of a man

who gets the job done...

...and never goes back on

his word.

I can't let you go.

- My husband hired you?

- Yeah.

All right,

you don't have to let me go.

You could still kill me.

But just...

Look. I have a lot of money

in that safe...

...and I'll give you

the combination.

Just tell me that when I die, that

bstard will go right after me.

Well, how do you know I won't take

the money after you're dead...

- ...and not kill him?

- Well, I don't know it.

I don't know. But you seem like

a man of your word.

- I am.

- Well, then...

...just give me your word then,

okay?

Just tell me,

just tell me you'll do it.

A hundred and fifty thousand

dollars. All right?

Just think about it.

You know, sun, fun...

...and all the blow jobs

that you could ever possibly want.

I'll think about it.

- Are you getting nervous?

- I'm just waitin' for a call.

- From who?

- Your husband.

My husband's gonna call you here?

Well, I wanna talk to him!

Well, he doesn't wanna

talk to you.

And right now he's getting

himself a nice alibi.

And when he gets far enough away,

he's gonna call...

...and signal me by letting

that phone ring twice.

And that's when you die, Maggie.

Maggie?

This is three seventy five

Chestnut Drive, right?

Yes.

- That's your name, right?

- Yes, but...

...my father's the only person

that ever called me Maggie...

...because I'm named

after his mother...

...but he never liked

the name Margaret.

That's weird. My mother's the only

one who ever call me Anthony.

She always said Tony sounded

like a hoodlum's name.

Is your mother alive?

Hey, what do you want from me?

Stop with all these questions now!

Come on,

you sound like my shrink!

You're in therapy?

I'm not ashamed to say

I got problems like anybody else.

Well, I'm not trying to

insult you.

It's just, I mean,

I've got problems, too.

I've been going to a therapist

for five years.

But you're a hired killer.

- Its a job.

- No.

A job is selling real estate.

I mean, you...

you take human life.

- You got no ice.

- In the kitchen.

You know, what does your therapist

have to say about this?

- I'd be interested to know that.

- What's, whats he gonna say?

I don't know, you know,

"It's not nice."

"Well-adjusted people

don't kill other people."

Aren't you afraid

he's gonna tell the police?

A shrink can't tell anything that

goes on between him and a patient.

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