Poker Night Page #3

- What?

- Don't have to do that.

- Yes, I do.

No, you don't have to do that.

You don't...

Don't have to...

Sorry, Stan.

Rule number one calls.

Oh, God, no.

Amy!

Ow!

Hey, stop! Just leave her alone!

Hey!

Hey, kid, how you doing?

Hey.

You don't look so good.

Ah, no. I'm fine.

It's the night shift,

you know, kicking my ass.

Anything to do with this?

Let's talk.

Hi, Daddy.

No, it's okay now.

A nice officer

is here to take him away.

Yep.

Just like you taught me.

He won't be looking in any girls'

windows anytime soon.

Nicely done.

Jeter.

Where'd you go?

- I'm sorry.

- Look, Stan.

Just between us.

You're a good cop.

Could be a great cop.

So,

what's the deal with Amy?

Oh, come on, Lieutenant.

I mean, she's just a kid.

All right.

I just wanted to hear it

straight from you is all.

Hear what? That there's nothing

going on between the two of you.

I don't know anything,

Lieutenant.

I'm telling you the truth.

Something's going on.

I know she's been calling here,

asking for you.

Jeter.

Hi, Officer Jeter?

This is Amy.

Hi, Amy.

Listen, you can't call me here.

I know. I know.

I was just thinking.

Maybe you could

take me on a drive along?

You know, give me a firsthand peek

into the world of law enforcement.

Um, yeah, I don't think your dad

would be too happy about that.

Come on.

You're not afraid of my dad, are you?

Besides, I can do what I want.

I'm an adult.

Almost an adult.

Oh, come on, Stan.

It'll be fun.

Besides, if you don't pick me up, who

knows what kind of trouble I might get in.

Someone's gonna

call the cops either way.

I don't know.

Oh, me too.

I just like the spirit, you know?

Like, everyone's happy and there's lights.

It's pretty.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

And...

I need to know.

I don't want any stinking trouble,

not on this department, not on you.

You got me?

I'm telling you the truth,

Lieutenant.

I never saw her.

Don't let it hit the fan, Jeter.

You're a hero cop,

you're gonna make detective next week.

Don't give 'em any dirt.

Stan?

Stan, can you hear me?

Yeah!

- Oh, thank God.

- Are you okay?

Please.

We have to get out of here.

How long have you been here?

The whole time.

- How did he get you?

- I got a call.

He said you were in trouble.

Are you? Yeah, yeah.

Come on. Let's go. Get in.

Listen.

I don't just get in the car with strangers.

All right.

Look, you see this blood?

Huh? He doesn't

have much more time. Okay?

He's asking for you.

Let's go.

Wait. Wait a minute.

He knows that I know you?

But you found me, Stan.

They must know where we are, right?

No, I got a call on the radio.

A domestic. Five miles up the road.

My phone didn't work.

But I've been gone

for two weeks.

Aren't there any leads at all?

No, they...

They thought

I might be involved.

Please, Stan,

you have to stop him.

He comes in here...

I know this is hard.

Okay, I do.

I'm gonna try to think of a way out.

Can you get free?

No. No, I tried.

I tried everything.

I can't.

If we're gonna get out,

we've got to get out when he's gone.

- Wait. He's gone?

- Yeah, he... he's gone.

He leaves sometimes.

He leaves... I can hear his car leave.

All right.

I need you to listen carefully.

You tell me if you hear anything.

I need to know if he comes back, okay?

Okay.

All right. You deal, gimpy.

Watch it, tough guy.

I'm gonna shove my gimp cane up your ass.

Yeah. You'd have to

catch me first.

I've never been on your back.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah, any news?

Okay.

It's in the study.

Yeah, I can come back if...

Okay.

All right, thanks.

Bye.

It's all gonna be okay.

Don't worry.

What's the game?

Texas Hold'em.

All right, so listen up.

You got to try

to put yourself in our shoes.

Try to picture the story.

What would you do?

What would you think?

Her name was Misty.

If you can't think it,

you can't see it.

If you can't see it,

you can't learn.

Do you see it?

Oh, yeah.

Then walk the scene.

Officers.

Hey, where's our Vic?

In there.

That way.

Jim, you got

an extra pair of gloves?

There you go.

As usual.

This is the big one.

Murder.

You look at the body

for a real long time.

Till it's burned into your head.

Without you,

whoever did this gets away.

You're responsible

for avenging her.

You're doing God's work now.

The place was a mess.

DNA everywhere.

This guy was

the Old Faithful of sperm.

We had the evidence.

Now we needed the match.

So the investigation started,

but it never stopped.

Started with family, friends,

boyfriends, coworkers.

I lost track at 100 guys.

One year stretched into three.

Nothing.

Her parents kept calling me,

wanting updates.

There was nothing to tell.

But I was gonna catch this guy.

I wasn't gonna let this one go.

I promised them I wouldn't quit.

Eight years later, a handyman

gets called for a broken furnace.

Something's blocking a vent.

And boom. Guess what pops out.

Panties.

Loads of f***ing panties.

So here's how it works.

Those panties had sperm

all over them.

The sperm on the panties matched

the sperm all over Misty's house.

Whoever juked on the panties was

the same person who killed Misty.

The house the panties

were found in...

was a rental property about

three blocks away from Misty.

Going back eight years,

we found out who lived there.

A wannabe actor.

But the closest he ever got to the

film business was working here.

All I needed was a swab.

But the way

he was looking at me...

He must have been waiting his

whole life for me to show up.

He must have lived his life in fear that

someday, somehow his secret would out.

And he wasn't going down

without a fight.

Hey! Freeze!

I said stop!

Hey, stop!

Hey!

Stop! Stop!

Sorry!

Hey, police!

Move.

Jesus.

F***.

Hey!

Hey, stop!

Stay down!

Sh*t.

Hey, get out of the car!

Ah.

That was it for me.

Last run. Never walk

without a cane again.

But I wasn't done fighting.

I'd been chasing this guy

for eight years.

I wasn't gonna lose him now.

And that's how you get 'em.

- Same as I got you bastards.

- Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Son of a b*tch.

The race doesn't always

go to the swiftest. Dang.

You take your time.

You build your case. And you...

Never, ever give up.

- Go f*** yourself.

- Look, it's true.

F***in' bumper sticker.

Why does Davis solve

all his cases with panties?

Why do all yours get solved

by naked sweaty boy informants?

- I stick with what I know.

- Reminds me of Maxwell's story.

Okay.

We're gonna just play cards,

thank you very much. All right.

Oh, no. Come on.

Tell that story. Come on.

Come on.

This is it.

The big moment.

Carpe Diem.

Make it happen.

Don't give up.

Ah.

Ah. Sh*t.

Ah.

F***. Sh*t.

Ah, f***. Oh.

F***.

Amy?

Stan!

- Amy?

- Can you hear me?

- Amy!

- Stan!

Follow my voice.

Stan!

Can you hear me? Yeah.

I can hear you. Follow my voice.

Where are you?

I'm over here! In here!

Stan?

Amy?

Stan!

Please.

Oh, my God. Oh.

Are you okay?

What happened? Yeah, yeah.

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