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Come in, Mr. Royce. I've been expecting you.

Guilty people usually do expect me.

It has nothing to do with that.

I just knew you'd come back.

I could tell by the way you looked at me earlier.

How's that, Mrs. Shaw?

Like a thirsty man looks at a cold glass of beer?

Well, I must try to remember to keep my tongue in my mouth.

I wouldn't dream of asking you to do that.

That's right, you like tongues, don't you, Mrs. Shaw?

I like to feel them as you sit on a man's face.

And I bet the more he squirms, the more you like it.

You in the mood to find out whether you're right or not?

What are you suggesting?

Follow me and find out.

Provided you think you're man enough.

Bet you thought I was afraid to really do this.

To the contrary, I was counting on it.

Most men like it nasty.

Especially when there's no risk involved.

No, there's no risk.

You wouldn't try anything with me.

Your maid knows I'm here.

Of course she does.

Who do you think told her, Laura, you're up here?

Tell me something.

Was it you?

Was it your husband the day he died?

I told you.

It was an accident.

But was it you?

Well, if it excites you to think so, then it was me.

Now be quiet and be still.

And enjoy this like it's the last thing you're ever going to enjoy.

Oh, you're just playing a game with me.

You're not really going to do anything?

You know, I don't even think it was you anymore who killed your husband.

I'm still doing this theory, Mr. Rice.

Be patient.

The facts will soon come out.

You're gonna have to do better than that. I'm used to doing the best.

I hadn't gone there for a moment, didn't I?

I'll admit, I thought this was going to be my last great moment.

I hope I didn't disappoint you.

How could I be disappointed?

I'll tell you the truth.

I was half hoping you weren't guilty.

I hate to see a pretty woman like you wasting away in prison.

And how do you know I'm not guilty?

Huh.

Well, I don't think you killed your husband.

Besides, if you did, you would have killed me just now.

The night is still young, Mr. Royce, and your hands are still tied.

Forget it, Judith.

You've left me once, but not twice.

Think so?

Sure, I'll give you a little tongue.

But you're not going to sit there until I suffocate.

How can you be so sure of that?

Call it a nap.

Besides, you haven't taken an insurance policy out on me. I'm getting a million

dollars from your company, Mr. Royce. How much richer do I need to be?

That's it.

Give me that tongue.

As long as I'm not the killer, you have nothing to fear.

Do you?