Elisabeth Shue - Palmetto (1998)

disappear for a few days. Does she know that? It was her idea.

What do you need $500,000 for?

Your husband's rich. Why don't you just ask him for the money?

My husband believes that his daughter and I should be able to manage on the allowance he provides.

I admit it's a generous allowance for reasonable people.

It just so happens that neither my stepdaughter nor I are reasonable people.

May I have another drink, please?

You realize, of course, that ********** is a federal crime.

I admit the FBI is probably going to get in on this.

First of all, there's not going to be any **********.

Secondly, my husband will not involve the authorities.

So what makes you so sure about that?

I know my husband.

So let me get this straight.

The girl disappears. I make a phone call.

I collect the money, I take my cut, I give you the rest,

the girl goes back home and everybody's happy ever after.

Is that the deal?

Essentially.

That sounds easy.

It will be.

You a cop?

Do I look like a cop?

Answer the fucking question.

No.

You wearing a wire?

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