We’re both rotten. Only you’re a little more rotten. You got me to take care
of your husband for you… and then you got Zachetti to take care
of Lola, maybe take care of me, too. Then somebody else would have come
along to take care of Zachetti for you. That’s the way you operate,
isn’t it, baby? Suppose it is. Is what you’ve got cooked up
for tonight any better? I don’t like that music anymore.
Mind if I close the window? You can do better than that,
can’t you, baby? Better try it again. Maybe if I came a little closer? How’s this?
Think you can do it now? Why didn’t you shoot again, baby? Don’t tell me it’s because you’ve
been in love with me all this time. No, I never loved you, Walter,
not you or anybody else. I’m rotten to the heart.
I used you, just as you said. That’s all you
ever meant to me… until a minute ago… when I couldn’t fire
that second shot. I never thought
that could happen to me. Sorry, baby. I’m not buying.
I’m not asking you to buy. Just hold me close. Goodbye, baby.