Prom Night Page #2

for the criminally insane

up until three days ago.

What happened to the girl?

Well, she's got an aunt and uncle

that live here. They took her in.

After the trial,

things settled down a little bit,

- until she started getting the letters.

- Letters?

Yeah, and some sick sh*t, too.

Hang tight, kid.

I'm gonna go tell the aunt and uncle.

This is gonna rock their world.

- Oh, we're turning in! We're here!

- Are we here? Yeah!

Holy crap!

We're here!

Talk about Hollywood.

You look lovely.

Nice try, Mr. Nichols. Bad boy.

Oh, God!

May I help you, sir?

Donna Keppel, you look incredible.

And Claire, you, too.

And Lisa, wow!

That dress, it's so...

Inappropriate?

Crissy! Wow, your dress...

It's so simple.

It's so you.

Girls.

Gentlemen?

Crissy, come on, this is prom.

Okay, let's just all be nice,

and just forget about the past.

As fellow prom queen nominee,

I want to wish you luck tonight.

You're gonna need all you can get.

Oh, you think you got it all wrapped up,

do you?

Well, they're certainly not propped up

and on parade like yours are,

that's for sure.

- You know what, I'm so sick...

- Baby, baby, she's not even worth it.

Look, you're gonna be queen,

I'm gonna be your king, all right?

Look, I'm gonna go get the keys right quick.

I'll be back.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

Lisa, you really do look beautiful.

I just know you're gonna win.

Well, thanks, Ms. Waters.

- Have fun.

- Bye.

I know who she voted for.

- She is so in love with you.

- Shut up.

Bridgeport High, huh?

Come on, now. What's up, everybody,

and welcome to the prom of all proms!

- Oh, my God! Look at this place!

- Hey, look at me on the big screen.

Bridgeport High, make some noise!

Yeah!

My name is DJ Tyler.

I'm gonna be hosting the events tonight.

This has to be the greatest prom on Earth.

Brought to you also by Crissy Lynn.

I see you over there, girl. Yeah!

Congratulations, Bridgeport High,

to all 206 of you graduates.

It's time to get the party started!

Get out there and get your party pumping!

Now, it's time for a little Consequence.

I mean, you gotta hand it to Crissy, though.

This is amazing!

Wait, does this mean

we can't make fun of her anymore?

Nah!

And just so you know,

our fitness center will be closed

because of the renovations being done

on the mezzanine level.

Thank you, Mr. Ramsey.

If I can just get your autograph.

Can I get three keys to suite 312?

I have it reserved under Ronnie Heflin.

One moment.

All right. There you are, Mr. Heflin.

Thank you.

Do you have a preference

as to which floor, Mr. Ramsey?

Third floor would be great.

You really outdid yourself, Crissy.

I mean, we really appreciate it.

Thanks. I wanted it to look

just like an L.A. Club.

I mean, nobody can believe it, right?

- One for you.

- Thank you.

One for you.

- And one for...

- We're going up to the room to freshen up.

Why, baby? You look great.

That's correct!

You're doing very well tonight.

But I'll look even better when I get back.

Well, let's go get a table,

before they're all gone.

Oh, hold that door.

Thank you.

Oh, man.

So...

Which one of you beautiful young women

is my date tonight?

So, we're gonna take this party upstairs,

ladies. Room 604.

Yeah, we'll... Be right up.

Lisa!

- 604.

- Right. Got it.

Come on.

- I'm gonna hold you to that.

- Sixth floor.

Excuse me. What's his problem?

Oh, my God.

The one on the end looked like my dad.

I swear.

Kind of, yeah!

That one guy was kind of cute.

- No!

- No!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, you guys!

Come here, come here, come here!

Excuse me?

My card, it doesn't seem to work.

Can you help?

Here's your problem, it's got a scratch.

Call the front desk, and someone

will bring you a replacement card.

Thank you very much.

One more thing.

Can I have some extra towels?

Sure.

Jack?

Detective Winn.

- Is she here?

- No, no, she's not.

- She's at her senior prom, why?

- Jack, I gotta talk to you.

Come outside.

What's going on?

Jack, it's Richard Fenton.

He escaped from jail three days ago.

He's at large.

How could it take so long

for us to be notified?

Jack, I think we should bring Donna home,

just to be safe.

I can't take a chance. I gotta put

a unit on your house, you know that.

All right?

And I'm gonna put backup on the hotel.

No.

Thank you.

For what?

For tonight.

For everything.

Well, you're welcome.

I am pretty awesome.

- At prom, you're gonna talk about this?

- I don't understand...

Hey, what's going on

with Claire and Michael?

Oh, same ol', same ol'.

He's freaking out because

she's going away to college. You know.

Babe, they'll be fine.

- I gotta talk to you.

- Okay. I'll be right back.

- What's going on?

- Michael. He's making me so damn mad.

And on top of that, I have killer cramps.

Don't let a stupid argument

ruin your prom night, okay?

And I have Midol up in my purse.

I'll go get it for you.

Thank you.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I need the key to the suite.

I gotta go get something for Claire.

- I'll just go with you.

- Oh, no, no. It's okay.

Thank you.

Patrol car just pulled up.

I don't understand how you could not bring

her home with that maniac on the loose.

And Detective Winn, he said he wanted

to bring her home, you said that...

I know, I know, I know.

But he also said that there's no reason

to believe that Fenton's headed this way.

And, honey, if we show up at her prom,

in front of all her friends,

what's that gonna do to all the progress

that she's made over the past three years?

Do you remember how many nights

she woke up screaming?

I just don't ever want that little girl

to go through that again, do you?

No, of course I don't.

- But I'm so scared.

- I know, I know.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Claire?

Bobby?

Is that you?

- Oh, my God.

- Sorry.

You scared the hell out of me!

Are you okay?

No.

What happened?

Michael thinks I'm going away to school

just so I can date other guys.

He just went ballistic because

he saw me talking to Rick. He's impossible.

I'm sorry.

Here, take these, it'll make you feel better.

Thanks.

Do you want me to hang out with you,

until you want to go back downstairs?

No. I'm just gonna fix my face,

then I'll come back down. Thanks.

How are you doing?

I'm good.

- You look beautiful.

- You look beautiful.

Okay, I'll go request some J.T.,

we'll dance, we'll have fun.

See you down there.

Donna?

Michael?

Michael? What are you doing?

Mr. Fenton?

- Nash.

- I'm at Pacific Grand.

Our girl's got the senior prom tonight.

I want you to get Hicks, Stryker, Ansen,

and Grant, get them in plain clothes,

get them over here ASAP.

Why, is something wrong?

No, and that's exactly how I want to keep it.

By some chance this bastard decides

to come here, we're gonna be ready for him.

You got it.

Hey. Detective Winn, Bridgeport PD.

How are you?

Doing fine, thanks.

Have you seen this man tonight?

No. Who is this guy, anyway?

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