Silk Stalkings (TV Series)

Night Games (1993)

Rob Estes: Sgt. Chris Lorenzo

Quotes 

• Cally Henshaw : I never met a man I couldn't seduce if I wanted to. Slater was easy with a capital E. I just didn't set my sights on you. Maybe I should have. I could have got you to do the big nasty *real easy.*

  Sgt. Chris Lorenzo : I'm sorry, lady, not me. I know where you've been.

  Cally Henshaw : You say that now. You're all alike. It's all rape, no matter what they whisper in your ear.

  [sighs] 

  Cally Henshaw : They all wear such big important fronts. Macho mess, so proudly. Comes right down to all they want is scratch and sniff. My father was like that. Big man.

  [with distaste:] 

  Cally Henshaw : Respected.

  [shakes her head] 

  Cally Henshaw : Ugly hands.

  [sighs] 

  Cally Henshaw : Such ugly hands.

  [scoffs] 

  Cally Henshaw : There was only one place you ever wanna put them.

  Sgt. Rita Lee Lance : Did Mark Richards have ugly hands?

  Cally Henshaw : He was as pathetic as everyone else. You know, he actually thought that I would leave Foster and go away with him. I never would have left Foster.

  Sgt. Rita Lee Lance : Why? Was he different?

  Cally Henshaw : He was the worst.

  [with sigh:] 

  Cally Henshaw : But we had an ironclad prenup. I couldn't get anything till he died.

  Sgt. Chris Lorenzo : So you got Mark Richards to come into your house, and help you...

  Cally Henshaw : It was easy. Mr. Gun Club. I told him Foster would be in Miami that night, so we could play one of our little night games. I told him to call me and leave dirty messages and then pretend to be an intruder.

  Sgt. Chris Lorenzo : Did you had Foster play the same game?

  Cally Henshaw : [chuckles merrily]  Yeah. Isn't that a hoot?

  [is very pleased with herself] 

  Cally Henshaw : I mean, it didn't matter who killed who. At least I would be rid of one of them.

  [shakes her head] 

  Cally Henshaw : You know, all men are so easy. It's like their brains are in their pants.

  [both Chris and Rita are stunned by her blatant unrepentant display] 

  Cally Henshaw : Take Foster. I knew I could make him crazy enough to try and shoot a cop. Hey, it's on the news every day. Someone didn't even think of the gun and thirty-seven bullet holes later, all that's left of the poor slob is a chalk outline.

  [vulpine smile to Rita:] 

  Cally Henshaw : By the way, nice shooting, sweetheart.

  Sgt. Rita Lee Lance : You're a sick woman.

  Cally Henshaw : Hey, babe, I was just working with what's available. Human nature did the rest.

  [brushes back her hair with her hands] 

  Cally Henshaw : Anybody got a cigarette?