A Perfect Murder1998

Steven:
F***ing 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 f***ing Barstow? Why don't you cut the sh*t? 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"