Poker Night Page #7

- You bastard!

F***!

You... No!

Do it!

Fellas, read 'em and weep.

Oh, f*** me.

Goddamn it.

Full house. Aces wild.

You called it.

Hang on, hang on.

We ain't seen

what the kid's got yet.

You mind, kid?

Deuce.

Another deuce.

No help there.

Oh, sh*t.

The plot thickens.

And...

No!

Come on!

Oh, man!

Damn!

Kid beat you with four twos.

Twos? What the f***?

Who was dealing?

Holy sh*t.

You know what this means?

Huh?

What?

You get to ask

the questions, kid.

This is insane.

You're dead, for Christ sakes.

- You too, Maxwell.

- Yeah, they're both dead.

What we want to know is,

did they die for nothing?

No, you don't know.

You weren't trapped in this

f***ing room for weeks.

You sit there and-and you smoke your

cigarette and you tell me these stories,

but h-h-how the f***

is this gonna help me?

I have done everything I can.

I can't get out if I'm stuck

to the f***ing wall!

Take it one step

at a time, Jeter.

One step.

You gotta rescue my daughter.

You put this motherf***er in the ground.

Put a stake in his f***ing heart.

Whatever you do, do not give up.

Hey, you are in a fight.

So f***ing fight.

I just... I just gotta...

I just want this to stop.

Come on, kid. Figure it out.

You got all the clues.

You just got

to string them together.

What the f*** are you

talking about, clues?

The guy, he comes in here and drugs

me and beats the sh*t out of me.

Think about it.

He grabbed Amy to get to you.

She disappeared two weeks before you did.

He had a plan.

This place, middle of nowhere.

The rooms in the basement... that took a

lot of work. It's no random accident.

Come on. He set this up for you.

You're the one he wants.

Just stop it.

Please, just... Just stop it.

He could have killed you right away.

But he didn't, all right?

So think about it.

Why did he let you live?

He's trying

to tell you something.

He wants you to figure it out.

I can't do this.

Yes, you can!

Now you think about it.

What's the key?

He said you already knew what it was.

How am I supposed to find the key when

I don't know who this guy is, huh?

The mentor.

There you go.

I had no idea who he was.

Without the mask,

he was simply no one.

Now tell me.

Tell me why this? Why me?

What? Because of Alby?

Because I killed your mentor?

Very good, Detective.

I knew if I spelled it out for you,

you'd catch on eventually.

Just took longer than

I anticipated.

Yeah, but why all this,

you sick f***?

Because in that train car

was my life's work.

I did it all for him.

To please him.

I was shipping that car out

the next day.

Moving on to California where they really

appreciate people in my profession.

I wanted him to see it

before I left.

To show him that I was a man.

You robbed me of that.

All my crimes, wiped away,

assigned to a corpse.

The corpse of a man

I surpassed in every way.

I had a rough time after that.

I couldn't get out of bed.

I wouldn't take my calls.

Go away!

- Hey.

- Hey. How you doing?

My friends, they took me out,

tried to introduce me to girls.

He's in the back, right there.

He sure is nice.

Is your mom around? No?

Nothing.

And then it comes to me.

I needed to go back

to the beginning.

When things were more simple,

more clearer.

My goal statement.

Mmm.

Now let me think.

Who stands in my way?

Oh, yeah.

Detective Stan Jeter.

The man who stole

my greatest moment of triumph.

Now that man had to pay.

Well, bravo, Detective.

You have all the answers.

Too bad you don't have

much time left.

What are you talking about?

You didn't think I could take care

of this all by myself, did you?

Oh, no.

Too many loose ends for one man.

I have my own apprentice now.

And he should be here

any minute.

Amy?

Amy, can you hear me?

Amy. Amy. Oh, Amy.

Oh, sh*t.

Amy, wake up.

Amy. Amy, wake up.

Come on.

- Okay.

- We're getting out of here.

Stop it!

No! Stop!

I'm in here!

No surrender! Let's move in!

- Police, I need help!

- Drop the weapon!

Guys, I said I need help!

Somebody help!

Keep Amy breathing!

- Drop your weapon!

- No, he's in the basement!

So that was my story.

Wish I could say

it had a happy ending.

Wisdom and hindsight.

In the end,

I don't know if they mean sh*t.

Because he was right.

People see

what they want to see.

- So that's it?

- Pretty much.

Hard to argue with that much

physical evidence.

Three dead cops,

two killed with bullets from my gun.

Kind of hard to talk your way

out of that one.

And the kiddy porn thing.

Juries don't really like that.

Hey, what's he doing?

But you claim you're innocent.

And this mysterious kidnapper?

The guy who supposedly kept you

in the basement the whole time?

What about him?

- He was gone.

- And how would you respond to those who say you made him up?

Well, it doesn't really matter

much now, does it?

Amy Maxwell?

Coma, three months.

Time's up.

I have a few more questions.

Time's up.

He was still out there.

And no one knew him

better than me.

How he operates,

what he's capable of.

I wasn't done,

not by a long shot.

One day, I'll be free.

And then I'm gonna do to him

what he did to me.

And then it all changed.

Amy was awake.

And talking.

The evidence against me took on a

new light, and it didn't hold up.

Now getting free

was just the beginning.

I thought back to all that I

learned that first night of poker.

Then, they were just stories,

but now they were my guides.

A map that would lead me to

the end of my journey, to him.

I was using my brain

and following my heart.

Lots of false leads

and wrong turns,

but I knew I was getting closer,

patiently moving forward.

I knew this guy

better than anyone else.

I knew how he thought,

what he was looking for.

I knew his reasons.

And that meant I could catch him.

And I heard this little girl screaming.

So I went over to see what was happening.

- How does that look?

- Oh, yeah, that was def...

So... So, that's it.

He got him?

He's a cop.

That's what he does.

One shot,

right through the heart.

And I say, rot in peace.

We lost two of our best

to that bastard.

There's only one choice there.

That's your captain.

Pride of the department.

He got two f***ing parades for that.

Got more balls

than he does brains, man.

Hey, that's my kind of cop.

Who's your kind of cop?

- Hey!

- Not you.

Finally. Come on,

you're late. Sit down.

- What, you don't wear a watch?

- There it is.

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's get the game on.

Go. Salud.

They always like this, Captain?

Always. I told you

it was gonna be like this.

Don't listen to a word

he tells you.

This guy was crapping his pants

worse than you his first night.

Couldn't play cards.

Couldn't tell stories.

Same then as he is now.

Uno, baby.

Stop jawing. Start dealing.

Let's play some f***ing cards.

You done bitching?

All right. Here we go.

Five card stud, no wilds.

Wisdom and hindsight.

In the end,

that was the purpose of poker night.

To teach the next guy

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