Lethal Seduction

This story had everything going for it.

A beautiful woman, widely admired

in the community as a lawyer to the less fortunate.

And for her other charms, a whole string of boyfriends.

Hi, can I help you?

Delivery for Mr. Roberts Vieira?

I'd heard she was dating Vieira.

He was a step up for her.

From suburban respectability to the inner circle

of the very wealthy.

I'll take it.

It was a world

she desperately wanted into.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Oh,she was irresistible,

all right, to all kinds of men.

As I was about to find out.

I needed to find out who she really was.

Ms. Miranda Wells.

Who was that?

Robert, I didn't know you had property in the Bahamas.

You signed for my mail?

Miranda Vieira?

Well, you don't have to make it sound that impossible.

I got to be at the office in an hour.

So maybe you'd better get dressed.

Why, don't you test me alone in your house?

I didn't say that.

No, but it's written all over your face.

You're afraid that I'm going to wave some magic wand

and take away all of your bachelor freedom.

I gotta get going.

She was smart.

She was a pro at twisting people and twisting the truth.

I needed someone on the inside, someone she trusted.

I was thinking I'd start by talking to Miranda's

assistant, Carla Arujo.

Do you remember that time

when you made the elephant?

Miranda.

- Don't worry. - I am worried.

Don't be.

She's going to be in court all morning.

The whole thing won't take more than 10 minutes.

And you're sure you know where they are?

Right there in front of me the whole time.

Practically staring me in the face.

Once you get them you're going straight to Harding's office,

right?

You stop.

I'm telling you, nothing's going to go wrong.

Get out of the car.

Both of you.

Somebody, help me!

We've got something.

This perp dumps a ski mask in porta-potty,

he must be an amateur.

When was the first time you met her.

She came to my office about six months ago.

She felt she had evidence that her boss was

defrauding illegal immigrants.

She wanted to know if I could do something about it.

So you have been trying to get Wells disbarred?

Me and several other legitimate lawyers

in this town.

Except there's never been sufficient evidence to press

charges.

Until she got the goods on Wells.

She found files describing immigrants

paying thousands for green cards they never received.

And couldn't sue for, because they

were illegal to begin with.

Well, where are they now?

The files, I mean?

Beats me.

Why don't you ask your boy Russ?

Russ, who?

One of Wells's boyfriends.

Russ Carter.

You mean, Russ Carter the cop from Elridge?

Hey, Hector.

Give me a shot.

Hey, hot stuff.

How you doing, babe?

Hello, Dean.

I thought you were in Texas.

Well, you know how it is.

Is there something I can do for you?

I got this friend down in central lockup.

Told him I'd hook him up with the best.

The best doesn't come cheap, does she?

No, she don't.

But I tell you what, babe.

This dude is desperate, you know what I'm saying?

You don't say.

Look, his name's Perry Henden.

Just talk with him, all right?

That's all he's asking.

I'll see what I can do.

What do you have to flirt with this trash for?

Because they're my clients.

What was so important that I had to drop everything

and come and see you?

Internal Affairs called me, to talk about the Arujo shooting.

They want me to give a DNA sample.

And you refused, right?

Well, yeah.

Well then you have nothing to worry about.

You're a cop.

Well, yeah, but they suspect me.

They know we've been dating.

Darling, you're being ridiculous.

I loved Carla like a sister, everybody knows that.

And no one would suspect you of such a hideous crime.

You're not a little concerned?

Of course not.

Now relax.

I have to go.

I'm a very busy woman, you know.

Oh, I know.

Your friend Dean said you were desperate.

Simple assault, attempted rape, aggravated rape,

check fraud, burglary, second degree assault.

You've got quite a curriculum dete.

That mean you like me?

Oh, what's not to like.

The two time loser who nearly sliced

his last victims arm off while relieving her of her purse?

Well, woman ought to hold a purse so she don't get hurt.

It's a novel defense.

It'll face an uphill battle in court.

Which is why I need the best.

Thing is, you think you can handle me?

I've handled many men such as yourself.

Oh, yeah?

You get off on handling dangerous men?

You asking me to get you off, Perry?

Yeah.

You understand that you would have to do whatever I tell you,

whenever I tell you?

Uh-huh.

I'll be in touch.

Hey, wait a minute.

Miranda Wells' office.

Hi, any calls?

Miss Wells, Mr.

Vieira called to cancel dinner.

Did he say why?

Well, just that he

was feeling kind of tired.

OK, anything else? No.

All right. Thank you.

Surprise, surprise.

I left a message with your secretary.

I hope she gave it to you.

She did.

It's just that I was in the neighborhood,

and I wanted to bring this by for you.

Can I get you something to drink?

Sure.

You know, I never get tired of looking at this art collection.

Me neither.

Except when I have to pay the insurance premiums.

Hm.

You still angry with me about the other day?

I'm not angry.

It's just that I've always been upfront about not

wanting a committed relationship,

and it just seems that lately--

And I've been pushing for more.

I know.

But that's really not true.

I just want to have fun.

Like we always have.

Yeah, well.

As long as we're clear.

Don't you want to unwrap your gift?

It's right there, silly.

Heh, I don't think it's my size.

Well, I just thought that if a really naughty girl is

going to get spanked that she ought to wear

her really sorry clothes.

My name is David Lopez,

and after a week of looking for someone

who would talk to me about Miranda Wells,

I was batting zero.

I came up with a new plan, and a new name,

and decided to meet Miss Wells for myself.

Just exactly what part of incompetent

do you not understand?

What do you want?

What do I want?

How about someone who can spell the word lawyer.

I'm Rick Mendez to see Miranda Wells.

OK, you can just have a seat.

The person we sent was very qualified.

No, what you sent me was a lobotomized moron who

had no business being in a law office except maybe

to take out the trash.