drabble - red herring
Aug. 20th, 2003 11:16 amfor the
lotrips100 movie scene challenge. clue.
The dinner party, even before acquiring a body count, had been a disaster. Secrets were exposed; guests eyed each other with growing suspicion.
When Davies explained the con and proposed they abandon the bodies and leave quietly, Mr. Astin whipped out a pistol, beating Davies to the shot.
"Are you a cop?" Mrs. Wood asked, as the police poured in the front door.
"No. FBI. And if you want to know who killed Mr. Jackson," Mr. Astin declared, "I did. In the hall. With the revolver. Take 'em away, Chief. I'm going to go home and sleep with my wife."
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The dinner party, even before acquiring a body count, had been a disaster. Secrets were exposed; guests eyed each other with growing suspicion.
When Davies explained the con and proposed they abandon the bodies and leave quietly, Mr. Astin whipped out a pistol, beating Davies to the shot.
"Are you a cop?" Mrs. Wood asked, as the police poured in the front door.
"No. FBI. And if you want to know who killed Mr. Jackson," Mr. Astin declared, "I did. In the hall. With the revolver. Take 'em away, Chief. I'm going to go home and sleep with my wife."