Poker Night Page #6

Come on!

Bottom line.

If you're in the sh*t,

you're all you got,

you make your f***ing play.

You're right.

It's a lesson, kid.

And if all else fails...

Ask for a kiss!

Don't move, motherf***er.

Okay. Okay.

Right there.

Get your f***ing hands up.

Okay, okay.

Get 'em up.

Where's my daughter? What do...

Where is she?

What do you mean your daughter?

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Don't f*** with me

or I will smoke you.

You tell me where she is now.

Okay, don't. I don't know

what's going on here, man.

I... You know, I was just

walking my dog,

and I saw you at the house and I just came

to tell you that nobody's home, okay?

They're away.

They're away.

Don't give me that.

You called me on my cell phone,

you piece of sh*t.

- Where is she?

- Don't. Please.

Just listen, okay?

I don't know

what's going on here.

I don't know what you're talking about.

But please don't kill me, okay?

Don't... Don't kill me.

I got kids too.

You f***...

Please.

Please.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t. F***.

I'm sorry.

Put your hand down.

Put your hand...

Stand up.

You all right?

Yeah.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

F***. Are you okay?

I mean...

You should really call the cops

or something. They can help.

I am the cops.

Oh.

It's okay.

Hey, you know,

I'm sure everything's gonna turn out fine.

You know.

I hope you find your kid.

Thanks. Look, I'm sorry

about that back there.

Yeah.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah.

No problem.

Ah.

Come on.

Stan. Stan, can you hear me?

Yeah.

Stan! Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Is he here?

Have you been down?

No, he left. He left.

He called my dad.

What are you doing?

Stan, what's going on in there?

What did he do to you?

No. No.

Get behind the bed.

Get...

Sit.

You move, you die.

All right?

Sh*t.

Amy!

I had a rough day at work today.

I could use something

to relax me.

I think you know

just what it is.

No, don't! Stop!

Stop it!

No!

No! Don't!

That was dumb, Detective.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

You f***er!

What's wrong?

Hmm?

Oh, it's not that bad.

Sh*t!

You're gonna pay for that.

I've pulled my gun three times

in the line of duty,

with mixed results.

One.

Two.

The third is really

the story of my career.

It all starts with a call.

A strange one this time,

a guy named Fisher.

He works at

this trailer storage facility.

Now it seems last month his phone

bill goes up 700%. No clue why.

It's not 3,700 cents.

It's 3,700 f***in' dollars! Okay.

It's a f***ing phone bill! It's not a f***ing

mortgage payment, for Christ's sake!

And all of a sudden, he's billed for seven

lines and hundreds of international calls.

First, he thinks it's Johnson,

a manager who works there,

runnin' up some phone sex numbers.

But the calls are there whether Johnson

is or not. Phone company won't help him.

They say they have invoices,

invoices with his signature,

and the signature looked good.

It matched.

Fisher swears it's not his.

I told him I'd look around.

Might be some kids tying into the

line somewhere and messing around.

Anyway, it beats sitting

in the car.

Quiet night.

It's nice out.

Good night for a walk.

Full moon.

And something struck me.

I don't know what.

But I wondered what things would look like

from the top of those cars looking down.

I just decided to go

for a climb.

I've replayed that night

thousands of times.

It was the turning point

in my career.

And the truth was...

it was all luck.

Some people work

to get where they are.

Some people marry into it.

F***.

And I got here by climbing up a bunch

of train cars to look at the moon.

Jesus!

I can't describe what I saw

that night.

I would never have thought the

things there were even possible.

When I close my eyes,

the pictures are still there, haunting me.

F***.

This is good.

Real good.

Police! Freeze!

Terrence Alby.

I had just shot Terrence Alby.

Never had fired a gun

at a person till then.

And I killed him.

They called me a hero.

They made me a detective.

But I really had nothing

to do with it.

I was just lucky.

I wanted to see the moon.

Three times I pulled my gun.

But I had never, ever,

shot and killed an innocent man.

Until today.

Jesus Christ.

What the f***?

Don't get up,

you lazy f***ing bastard.

If you wanted to lose weight,

you should've just quit drinking.

All right.

You're gonna be fine.

Let's just get some back up and

get you the f*** out of here.

Goddamn it.

I knew something was wrong.

F***ing guy.

Can I help you?

Uh, Detective Calabrese,

Warsaw PD.

Uh, we're going door-to-door

in the neighborhood.

Well, it's not much of a neighborhood.

The next house is three miles.

You okay there?

Oh, yeah. I just have a cold.

Still contagious.

We, uh...

We had a detective go missing

a couple of weeks ago. Jeter?

Mmm. Yeah, yeah.

I've been following the story.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, he was working in the area,

on call.

Oh.

Well, I haven't

seen anything here.

No cars?

No suspicious people?

Nobody coming to the door

you didn't know?

You mean, besides you?

Yeah, well, thanks

for your time, Mister, uh...

James.

Uh, you mind if I come in?

Why?

Just a routine check.

You got a routine warrant?

Do I need to get one?

Nope.

Hey, do you have a partner

in that car outside?

Why?

Well, I was gonna put on a pot of coffee.

Wanted to know

how many cups to make.

Nope.

Just me.

Please, come in.

We got a 911 call

about a week ago.

Please state your emergency.

When the operator

picked up the call,

there was nobody there.

Hello?

So is that unusual?

Not really.

But, uh, when she went to end the call,

she missed the button.

She was, uh, deeply immersed in

an article about the Kardashians.

Anyway, she didn't realize that

the call was still connected.

Hello?

Sir?

Hello? Can you hear me?

So what happened?

Well, finally the call ended.

But not the story.

No, not the story.

We traced the call.

I mean, it was a partial trace.

Strangely enough, that call was made

from somewhere in this neighborhood.

Uh-huh. Interesting.

Yeah.

And then, uh, cops came out here about

a week ago, do a little follow-up work.

One of 'em never came back.

So that's two down,

somewhere out here.

Yeah.

Jeter, somewhere out here.

And, uh, that call

from somewhere out here.

And then another cop goes

missing from somewhere out here.

There's just so many questions.

Anyway, I figured I should

probably check it out and...

Goddamn cell phones.

You can never get a f***ing signal.

Is he dead?

Who?

The man.

Is he dead?

No, no.

No, he's still alive.

But I tagged him pretty good.

He's not going anywhere.

What did you use?

F***!

What?

I used my .45.

No. To keep him there.

What did you use?

Handcuffs.

Never, ever,

in my wildest dreams.

This is not how it's supposed to happen.

I-If I would have said something.

Anything. I knew in my heart the cuffs

weren't enough. I was just too slow.

Too damn slow.

This can't be happening.

- Sh*t!

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