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Guess what. 2
What? 3
I can't move. 4
Yeah, well, you don't have to.
You're in a car. 5
Am I driving? 6
Like a pro. 7
Come on, wake up, you fuck.
Come on. 8
Did you try to help him get free? 9
Briefly. 10
Briefly? 11
When it came down to it, my life
was more important to me than his. 12
Selfish, huh? 13
We found these... 14
...in your Spider. 15
Actually, I don't drive a Spider
anymore. 16
Now I have a C8 Laviolette. 17
It's lighter, faster... 18
...swims better. 19
Right. 20
These three contain traces
of ketamine... 21
...the same as we found in your blood
and his. 22
This one had pure D-Tubocurarine,
DTC... 23
...which we only found in him. 24
Must've been something
he took at the party. 25
No. DTC is not a party drug. 26
Along with the other stuff in his blood,
it paralyzed his lungs. 27
Kevin Franks did not drown. 28
He had already stopped breathing
by the time you drove off the road. 29
He was breathing
when we went off the road. 30
How do you know? 31
He was making me come. 32
What? You were having sex
at 100 miles an hour? 33
Hundred and ten.
I must've hit a pothole. 34
Your friend, Dickie Pep... 35
...says he sold you 15 milliliters
of DTC last Thursday. 36
I don't know any Dickie Pep,
but he's lying. 37
Or you are. 38
Why would he lie? 39
You got him on some other charge
and he's trying to deal his way out. 40
If he even exists. 41
You don't seem too upset by what's
happened. 42
Of course I am, I'm traumatized. 43
Who knows if I'll ever come again? 44
I want that cunt in jail. 45
We haven't got a case, Roy. 46
Well, just fucking make one. Please. 47
They'll order a psychiatric for bail. 48
I'll make sure we get somebody
good and tough. 49
Dr. Glass. I'm Henry Rose,
Miss Tramell's solicitor. 50
This is Catherine Tramell. | 
