You can shoot me, Nico. But then you'll never know who sent me. And worse… you'll never know who's coming next.
SOUND: Soft jazz from a hidden speaker. Ice clinking in a crystal glass. Lethal Seduction
(stepping back) I said I wanted to talk. There's a difference. You can shoot me, Nico
And that was his first mistake.
She takes another step. The gun is now pressed against her sternum. She doesn't flinch. You can shoot me
You said you wanted to see me.
“It’s not personal, Marco,” she said, picking up his whiskey glass to wipe it clean. “It’s just that the deadliest poison doesn’t come in a vial.”