The Last Seduction (1994)

Peter Berg: Mike Swale

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• Bridget Gregory : Could you leave? Please?

  Mike Swale : I haven't finished charming you yet.

  Bridget Gregory : You haven't started.

  Mike Swale : Gimme a chance.

  Bridget Gregory : Look, go find yourself a nice little cowgirl and make nice little cowbabies and leave me alone.

  Mike Swale : I'm hung like a horse. Think about it.

  [pause] 

  Bridget Gregory : Let's see.

  Mike Swale : Excuse me?

  Bridget Gregory : Mr. Ed, let's see.

  Mike Swale : Look, I tried to be nice. I can see that's something you're not...

  Bridget Gregory : No, I'm trying. I can be very nice when I try. Sit down.

  Mike Swale : OK, maybe we just got off to a bad start. I know plenty of people -

  [Bridget unzips his fly] 

  Mike Swale : What are you doing?

  Bridget Gregory : I believe what we're looking for is a certain horse-like quality?

• Mike Swale : I'm trying to figure out whether you're a total fucking bitch or not.

  Bridget Gregory : I am a total fucking bitch.

• Bridget Gregory : You're my designated fuck.

  Mike Swale : Designated fuck? Do they make cards for that? What if I want to be more than your designated fuck?

  Bridget Gregory : Then I'll designate someone else.

• Mike Swale : It's strange, none of the other secretaries seem to know who you are.

  Bridget Gregory : I'm not a secretary, you rural Neanderthal, I'm...

  Mike Swale : Director of lead generation, I'm just tryin' to get your attention.

  Bridget Gregory : ...That's good!

• Mike Swale : I'm starting to feel like a...

  Bridget Gregory : Sex object?

• Clay Gregory : Ooohh, she must have worked up one hell of a morality play for you, but you don't like the way it ends.

  Mike Swale : What are you talkin' about?

  Clay Gregory : You're supposed to kill "Cahill", only it's me. Then, she fingers you for the murder.

  Mike Swale : I don't think so.

  Clay Gregory : Oh, she wouldn't lie to you... . denial. Okay. I'm still Cahill. Did she ever happen to mention she knows Cahill so well that he would have a picture of her in his apartment - that's a pretty major omission isn't it?

  Mike Swale : Will you SHUT UP? Shut up and let me think, just shut your mouth!

• [Mike breaks into Clay's apartment and prods him awake] 

  Mike Swale : ...I'm here to rob the place.

  Clay Gregory : I thought you were the new decorator.

• Mike Swale : [drunkenly calling Bridget's answering machine]  You know I try, I really try to believe that you love me but you keep treating me like some kind of forage experiment. You talk about us living in New York... I mean really, come on how long until "Phhhtt.. where'd she go? Where'd she go"?

• Mike Swale : Grow up.

  Chris : What? Did you leave your dick in Buffalo?

  Mike Swale : Chris, these women are anchors.

  Chris : Here he goes again.

  Mike Swale : How many guys in this bar have felt her up?

  Chris : All of them.

  Mike Swale : Right. And how many have gone home with her, how many guys have slept with her?

  Chris : None, including yourself.

  Mike Swale : Right, I rest my case.

  Chris : Don't rest it too long, 'cause I promise you it will fall off.

• Mike Swale : Maybe it's my quaint small town morals, but I don't do murder.

• Mike Swale : I love you... I admit it. I'm sure you feel the same way, I'm sure you love you too.

• Clay Gregory : [handcuffed]  Wait a minute... oh fuck. You're into her, huh? That's logical, I guess there aren't many women fuck like her in God-town.

  [Mike kicks Clay hard] 

  Mike Swale : Keep talkin'... keep talkin'!

  Clay Gregory : You're schizoid, talk to yourself.

• [after Bridget has dialed 911] 

  Mike Swale : Is this what you want? Is *this* what you want? I'm gonna rape you, you wanna be raped? I'm gonna FUCKIN' rape you! BITCH!

  911 Operator : Miss? Miss, I'm tracing your call right now.

  Mike Swale : Don't rape you, YOU LIKE IT? DON'T YOU WANNA BE RAPED?

  Bridget Gregory : HE KILLED MY HUSBAND!

  Mike Swale : You're GODDAMN right! You're goddamn right!

  Bridget Gregory : You killed my husband!

  Mike Swale : You're goddamn right I did. You're goddamn right I did.

  911 Operator : Alright miss, I have located you and I have a car on the way.

  Bridget Gregory : I'm Trish.

  Mike Swale : Oh, you're Trish?

  [smacks Bridget across the face] 

  Mike Swale : Fuck you. You FUCK. Fuckin' bitch. Fuck you. Is this what you want? Is this what you want? DO YOU LIKE IT?

• Mike Swale : You really her husband...?

  Clay Gregory : Who'd she say I was?

  Mike Swale : Foreclosure lawyer.

  Clay Gregory : And you believed that?

  Mike Swale : It says so on the mailbox.

  Clay Gregory : You're crazy.

  Mike Swale : It does, it says "Cahill" on the mailbox.

  Clay Gregory : Find one other thing in here that... . ooh, ooh.

  [scrambles to his feet] 

  Clay Gregory : She's here. She's in New York.

• Mike Swale : [after realizing he has drunk-dialed]  I can't let you hear this... I can't let you hear this.

• Shep : Did you divorce her?

  Mike Swale : I'll get around to it. I cannot spend the rest of my life here. I know what's gonna happen each and every day.

  Shep : [sighs]  So, when do you leave?

  Mike Swale : [shakes his head]  How long does it take to grow a new set of balls?

• Bridget Gregory : [lying on bed next to lover]  Mike... Tell me about your wife.

  Mike Swale : How'd you know?

  Bridget Gregory : [smiles]  I didn't.

  Mike Swale : [scoffs]  That's a good trick

  Bridget Gregory : [snickers]  Tell me.

  [draws from cigarette] 

  Mike Swale : Not much to tell, it happened when I lived in Buffalo.

  Bridget Gregory : One of those sudden horny things?

  [toys with her hair] 

  Mike Swale : You could say that.

  Bridget Gregory : Her idea?

  Mike Swale : Mm-hmm.

  Bridget Gregory : Between fucking?

  Mike Swale : [smirks]  Mm-hmm.

  Bridget Gregory : What's her name?

  Mike Swale : Trish.

  Bridget Gregory : Trish... short for?

  Mike Swale : Whatever.

  Bridget Gregory : Is she pretty?

  [he nods] 

  Bridget Gregory : Are you still in love with her?

  Mike Swale : [shakes his head,]  No

  [gets up] 

  Mike Swale : No...

  Bridget Gregory : I thought you were the one who wanted to talk.

  Mike Swale : You want me to tell you about Trish?

  Bridget Gregory : Mm-hmm.

  Mike Swale : Trish was a mistake. Boy from Beston moves to Buffalo. Gets lonely. Meets girl. Screws up big-time.

  [shakes his head] 

  Mike Swale : Nothin' to be ashamed of. I just wanted some more excitement, you know? I wanted more adventure. Until recently, all I wanted to do was get the hell out of this small town.

  Bridget Gregory : [as Mike walks towards the bathroom:]  Until recently?

  Mike Swale : Thats what I said.

  [closes door] 

  Bridget Gregory : [alone, repeats his words]  "Until recently." What happened recently?

  [gets up, goes in after him] 

  Bridget Gregory : What happened recently?

  [opens shower cubicle's door] 

  Bridget Gregory : What happened, Mike?

  Mike Swale : Can I have a little privacy, please?

  Bridget Gregory : [closes door behind her, presses body up against him]  Tell me what happened.

  Mike Swale : *You* happened, all right?

  Bridget Gregory : What's so special about me?

  Mike Swale : You've been out there. You came here and you chose me.

  Bridget Gregory : So?

  Mike Swale : So I was right. I'm bigger than this town.

  Bridget Gregory : So what's wrong?

  Mike Swale : You can't stop reminding me... that you're bigger than me.