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: Hey Steven, do I keep fucking your wife in the meantime, or what?
[Just after David Shaw is stabbed and Steven Taylor is looking at a piece of paper
] David Shaw
: Steven Taylor's greatest hits.
: What happens if the plan goes to hell? Steven
: It won't.
: When's this card game of yours? Steven
: Tomorrow evening. David Shaw
: Tomorrow? No fucking way!
: Excuse me sir, can you spare 400 grand? Steven
: I don't see why not.
: Excuse me sir, can you spare me 400 grand? Steven
: I don't see why not.
: Fucking my wife David Shaw
: I don't know... Steven
: I think it's about time you called me Steven David Shaw
: We're in love sir Steven
: That's it? You steal the crown jewel of a man's soul, and your only excuse is some candy ass Hallmark card sentiment? Even if it were true, that's not good enough! David Shaw
: What werent true? Steven
: She is in love with you buddy, you're in business David Shaw
: What the hell are saying? Steven
: I'm saying you did not meet my wife by chance, I'm saying is you didn't study at Berkley, I'm saying is you learned to paint by doing three to six at Soledad State Prison, for relieving a widow in San Francisco of her life savings, your second conviction, if I'm not mistaken your real name is Winton Lagrange, which I'd rather like, born to pure trailer trash in Barstow California, warded to the court at the age of 10, you went from pick pocket, to car thief to con man until you found out you had a way with the softer sex no doubt looking for that mother you can barely remember, life made up of completely depressing little scams, until now David Shaw
: Where'd you get all that? Steven
: All that is for sale Winston, the hell of it is that you're not half bad with a brush David Shaw
: Thank you, call it rehabilitation Steven
: Call it a con and my wife is the grand prize but you set your sights a little too high this time David Shaw
: She loves me Steven
: she loves "David Shaw", your invention not that it matters because you made a fundamental miscalculation, now you play it out, love conquers all, Emily divorces me, she marries you, given your history her advisors are going to insist on a prenup, so you might storm the castle but you're not getting the keys to the treasure room ever! David Shaw
: I don't care about that Steven
: The petty swindler, doesn't care about a trust fund that can buy fucking Barstow? Why don't you cut the shit? You care or we would not be having this conversation, the only thing that's stopping you from bolting out right now is bad genes and greed David Shaw
: Now what? Steven
: Choices, I can tell Emily exactly who you are, and life will imitate art you become a starving painter, game over David Shaw
: Or? Steven
: Or you can cash out David Shaw
: Cash out? Steven
: Half a million dollars, tax free David Shaw
: Just for walking away from her? Steven
: I said "tax free", I didn't say "free"
: What do you want? David Shaw
: The rest of my money Steven
: You didn't fulfill your end of the bargain did you? David Shaw
: So? Steven
: So, what do I get? David Shaw
: You get the "super fine thing", might even call it the "legitimately sublime" Steven
: What exactly is this "super fine thing"? David Shaw
: You're looking at it, it's called "time outside of prison" old partner, and you can't beat it with a stick Steven
: Exactly how much time does four hundred thousand dollars buy me? David Shaw
: Whatever the market will bear Steven
: It'll take me a few days David Shaw
: You've got four hours Steven
: That's impossible and you know it
: What's the five hundred grand for? Steven
: Killing my wife. David Shaw
: Emily? Steven
: One hundred thousand now, four hundred thousand after cash and carry. David Shaw
: You're out of your mind. Steven
: Not really. David Shaw
: Why? Steven
: I appreciate your curiosity but my agenda doesn't concern you. David Shaw
: What if I go to straight to Emily and tell her all this? Steven
: That'd be my word against yours, Winston. David Shaw
: What if I go to the cops? Steven
: Have you ever been to Boca Raton Florida? there was a lady down there that was carrying on with a much younger man he was a hell of a tennis player, anyway when the affair ended he disappeared, along with the lady's bearer bonds, an acquaintance of mine has a photograph of the suspect and all police need is a name, as in strike three, fifteen years no parole.
: I'm sure someone with your resume will be able to come up with an alibi in no time. David Shaw
: I'm sure someone with my resume would just take the money and run. Steven
: I'll bet you four hundred thousand more you don't.
: Come on Steve, a man with your resume can come up with four hundred grand in no time Steven
] where? David Shaw
: My place, you don't show up with the cash, I'll mail the recording I have as "Steven's greatest hits" Steven
: I understand David Shaw
: Be fucking sure you do