The Rich Man's Wife Page #5

---

every goddamn thing!

- Oh, yeah.

- No.

Without a doubt.

She heard you say,

"I want my husband dead,

and I want you to kill him. "

Mm-mm, no!

- Then you took me back to your cabin.

- Mm-mm. No!

You made love to me.

In my mind, anyway.

You even gave me a gun.

The gun from your cabin.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, you did.

I'm calling the police.

And what the f***

you gonna tell 'em?

- I'm gonna tell 'em the truth.

- Oh, the truth?

The truth. Now,

what is the truth?

I would say the truth is that you're

a greedy little b*tch...

who married

a sugar daddy.

And they will say

that this little b*tch has motive.

And I don't.

I'm calling the police.

Oh, please.

Give me the phone.

Just give me the phone.

Give me the goddamn phone!

- Christ!

- What is it that you want?

You know, if you had been

this much nicer to me,

things-things would've

been very different.

I want 30 grand

by Friday.

And you have to suffer

just a little bit...

for the way you

treated me, okay?

Because the way I see it, you're just

a hooker with a wedding ring.

I got a feeling

that's the police.

So come on, get up. Get up,

get up, get up. Clean yourself up.

Come on. You're so pretty.

Be pretty here, okay?

They're gonna think

it was a carjacking.

You let them think it was

a carjacking, all right?

If you tell them about me,

then we both go to jail.

Okay? 'Cause I'll tell them that you

were in it with me.

- I swear to God I'll

make them believe it.

Now, we're partners,

right? Right?

Okay, go.

You, you go downstairs.

You look beautiful.

Go on.

Wipe the tears.

Mrs. Potenza?

Yes?

I'm Detective Dan Fredricks and this is

my partner, Detective Ron Lewis.

It's about your

husband, ma'am.

Somebody must've

heard something.

Nobody heard a thing.

All right, come on.

- Man, this is f***ed up.

Why you guys pick me up?

He's the one who rolled up

on me. Man, this is f***ed up!

I don't know why you guys didn't arrest

him too. He's gonna jam me up.

Hey, can you help me?

Please, help me.

- Please, please!

- Lady, come on.

See how they treat me?

Go ahead.

Right in.

Come on in.

Sit down, Mrs. Potenza.

We'll be recording this

interview, with your permission.

State your name

for the record.

josie Potenza.

Mrs. Potenza, when was the last time

you spoke with your husband today?

He called

at about 7:
45.

- He called you?

- Yes, he did.

And he told me he'd be home

in about 20 minutes.

We were supposed

to go out to dinner.

How can you be

so sure of the time?

'Cause I looked at the clock.

And then?

I decided to call him

on his car phone.

But then when I called...

I didn't get an answer.

Did your husband

have any enemies?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes