Blood Diner Page #6

Just pass the word around.

Damn.

This'll pack the place for sure.

Oh, hey.

We'll do it, but you be here.

Okay, great.

We'll see you then, huh?

We're gonna be

at the wrestling match first.

Then we'll get here about,

uh, say, midnight,

a little bit before, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Fantastic.

Yeah, just pass some out

when the crowd gets going,

and we'll have a real event.

Let's do it.

That's right.

I was a detective here

years ago, Homicide Division.

Made my wife here

just a little jittery.

We'll make sure we don't get

too rowdy or nothing.

That right, honey?

You can bet your bottom dollar.

Well, give me the hard dope,

young fella.

You didn't come here

to listen to an old coot

rant on about his R.V.

It's like this, sir.

I'm working on a serial killing,

and this bears

a strange resemblance

to your trial with Anwar Namtut.

Easy. Okay.

- Oh, that horrible man.

- That's okay.

That's...

It's okay, baby. Okay.

Gets a little jittery

on that subject.

Thought maybe the crazy guy'd

get the best of me.

- Didn't, though.

- What exactly happened?

I'll never forget

the day we caught him.

What a freak show that was.

Who?

Anwar Namtut.

Anwar Namtut,

we know you're in there!

This is Detective Paul Stanton.

You have exactly 60 seconds

to come out peacefully

with your hands up.

There he is.

Hold your fire.

Drop the cleaver, Anwar!

He's coming!

Sheetar!

Keep back. Can't get close.

Watch him.

He still might be alive.

Had the wildest damn eyes.

I looked into them

just as he died.

I could have sworn

they were saying,

"One day, Detective,"

"one day, I'll be back for you

and your little girl, too."

Silly, huh?

Didn't even know I was

gonna have a little girl.

Is this her?

Yeah.

Ain't she a pip?

She's a good girl, too,

not like

them trashy cheerleaders

that got killed recently.

Well, I hope that

helps you some, Mr. Shepard.

Whomever these killers are,

they can't be working

with Namtut.

Stop.

Oh, honey, honey, now.

Oh, it's gonna be fine.

It's okay.

I'm not so sure, Mr. Stanton.

You see,

they've stolen Anwar's brain.

Oh, all right. All right.

- The brain?

- Ohh.

Well, get that pansy

off the mat!

Get the next match started!

Ladies and gentlemen,

a three-round bout for $1,000

and the honorary

heavyweight title

between our champion

and a brave occupant

of tonight's audience.

- Yeah! Yeah!

- The challenger claims

to be a direct descendant

of the ancient pharaohs,

and a mean-looking one he is.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the monster of the Nile,

the killer of the Sphinx,

Luscious Lou the Lumerian.

Hey, you're a bum!

Get out of there.

- I'll kill you!

- All right, Georgie!

- I'll kill you!

- Georgie!

- And now our champion...

- Boo! Boo!

The Teutonic terror

of the Fatherland...

- Boo! Boo!

- Little Jimmy Hitler!

Shut up,

or I'll break you in half.

Ah, you suck! Go home!

You ought to kick

the bum out of here!

He can't fight!

Take care of him, little baby!

Come on, Georgie!

Drop the shoes on him!

Hey, Hitler,

get out of the ring!

- Come on. Come on.

- Come on, Hitler! You suck!

- You know it!

- Come on.

You got him, Georgie!

Come on, little baby!

Come on. Come on!

- Come on, Lou! Get up!

- Come on.

- This guy's nothing!

- Get up.

Come on! Go for it, babe!

Go for it!

Come on.

Come on. All right, come on.

Up! Up! Up!

You can do it! Get a leg!

Get up there!

- My hero!

- 1, 2, 3...

He's yours!

I can tell he's scared.

- 4, 5, 6, 7...

- Go on. Get back in there.

You got him, babe.

Get up! Lou, get up!

Come on, Lou! Get up!

Oh, Mikey! Aah!

You suck, Hitler!

Come on. Come on.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on now.

Come on.

He's getting the sh*t

kicked out of him.

Georgie, watch out!

Georgie!

Hair. Break it up.

Oh, Michael!

Oh, my God, Michael!

- You stupid sh*t, go on!

- Oh, my God!

' Mikey! ~ Aah!

Yeah! Yeah, Georgie!

Come on, Georgie!

Come on, Georgie!

Get him off me! Yaah!

Lou! Lou! Lou! Lou!

Yeah, you got him!

Oh, my God, Mikey! You... Ahh!

All right!

All right! Yeah! Beautiful!

I think I'm gonna be sick,

Michael!

- Oh, my God.

- Michael!

You got it! You got it!

Aah! I give up!

- Aah!

- There you go!

Lou, all right! Sh*t.

Sheetar!

Sheetar!

Sheetar!

Sheetar! Sheetar! Sheetar!

Sheetar!

Sheetar! Sheetar! Sheetar!

Sheetar! Sheetar!

- 2, 8!

- Sheetar! Sheetar!

Yeah! Shee...

Jesus, Connie, I'm really sorry.

I probably should have

warned you.

I mean, George gets

really crazy, huh?

Michael, take me home now.

I thought we'd go back

to the place and celebrate.

We just won

the competition here.

I just want to go home, please.

Well, I mean,

I got the feast all ready.

It's all planned. It's waiting.

Please, Michael,

just take me home now.

Guess I don't have a choice.

Uhh!

Sheetar! Sheetar!

She can't stand

the sight of blood.

Sheetar!

Yeah.

Jackson, this is Shepard.

I got good news for you.

- You died and went to heaven.

- Very funny.

I'm relieving you

of your restaurant search.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You know

I just love vegetarian food.

Now what am I

gonna do with myself?

I'll tell you

what you're going to do.

You're gonna go down

to the hall of records

first thing in the morning

and see if you can find out

if there are any surviving

relatives of Anwar Namtut.

Shepard, you motherf***er.

Miller said

he would barbecue my butt

if I so as mention

pharaohs and blood cults.

Phil is not gonna know anything.

Tomorrow's our day off.

You know,

your colleague was right.

Well, thanks a f***ing lot.

Don't mention it.

Now write this down.

N-A-M-T-U-T.

Namtut. You got that?

Yeah, I got it.

If you find

any cousins, nephews,

daughters, or whatever,

get their addresses

and put out a tracer

if you need to.

And a rap search.

Don't forget that.

Now, I know we've had a trying

and a disagreeable time

on this first case,

but when it's finished,

I want the both of us

to get to know

each other better.

Maybe over dinner...

Or something. I know it sounds

like a big come-on...

But I'll put

my masculine ego aside,

and I'll make a constructive

effort to understand you,

not only as a partner,

but as a person.

Heh. You know, it's funny

when you think about it.

You're a tough New Yorker,

me a laid-back

California kind of guy.

We could have killed each other,

but we didn't,

and because we didn't,

the answer to this case

is just ahead of us.

Cut the bullshit, Shepard.

- I'll play the hunch.

- What? You'll go out?

Meet me at the Tutman Cafe.

If that King Tut that you want

so badly is ever there,

dinner's on me.

Come on, George. Hurry up.

We haven't got much time.

The Moon's gonna be in Jupiter's

path within the hour.

Cut it out, you ingrate.

Look, you can't escape

from Sheetar.

We've been saving you

especially for her.

When she wakes up

from her centuries of sleep,

she's gonna be hungry.

Get the hacksaw, brother.

"Spirits of the dark powers

in league with Jupiter,

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