The Girl in the Photographs Page #3

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just killed one of them?

Keepin' me up at night

All night dreaming

I'd f***ing best let Johnny

f*** that snake.

If it was necessary, why not?

What the f*** is he talking about?

You know, bring it on.

Yeah, I know, d*ckhead,

squeeze and wad and sh*t.

But if you think about it, it's like

they don't even have any f***ing arms!

The sad part

is he's gonna get laid.

I hope so.

What's up?

I got a girlfriend

She says she loves me

Great.

Okay, come here.

Here you go.

Just stand right there, and you

come and stand right here.

You... no, no, you.

Okay.

I'm just waiting, um, you know,

for that moment...

where things go from being completely

f***ing awful, like now...

to coming back around

to being really good.

So it shouldn't be

that much longer.

And one, two... look at me.

Very good, get closer.

Jesus, are you guys

in junior high?

What am I doing here?

Get closer to each other,

come on.

Closer, closer, closer, closer.

Get inside of each other,

go ahead.

F***ing yeah, yeah.

Great.

My god, okay.

Switch passing thumbs.

If it's any more local girls,

just tell them we're sold out.

You guys want some chips?

Hey, models don't eat... ever.

That was so mean, do it again.

Hi.

Hey.

Wow, you actually made it, um...

Yeah, is... did I show up

too late?

No, no, not at all,

it's awesome that you came.

Come in.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I was supposed to meet a friend here

and I guess she's still at work.

No, that's fine.

Here, come on, we're in here.

This is so much better

when you look away.

I mean it.

Petty resentments

of the local girl.

Oh, wow, it looks so appealing, all the

drinks that no one's bothered to consume yet.

Yeah.

Actually... there might be

something to it.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, I don't know, I don't even

know what I'm really doing here.

Hey, pretty lady.

I'm so sorry, should I perhaps

ask for permission...

to take your photograph?

Permission is such a sh*t word,

there's nothing sexy about it.

You know, in my line of work,

we don't ask for permission.

Nobody talks to each other

about permission.

What we talk about is release,

that's what we give each other.

Colleen... Peter.

Yeah, I remember.

Whoa! Okay, all right.

Didn't that feel so much better?

Okay, there you go.

It's the release, isn't it?

It just feels like you can get

all of that tightness...

that's inside of you

and just let it go.

Whoa.

Oh, whoa?

Yeah, whoa, I don't really

like my photo being taken.

Wh... wh... I don't like my photo

being taken? Why not?

What if I wanted to capture a

photograph of you?

You're being incredibly selfish,

don't you think?

I think you should just

give her a second.

I'm so sorry, you're right. I should at least

wait until you have a drink inside of you...

shouldn't I?

Yes.

Okay, please stop.

And if you touch the head like that,

you're just gonna make it come.

Come on, baby, just release!

Just back the f*** up!

Oh!

What the f***, b*tch?

No, no, no, no.

Easy for a second... you okay?

Colleen, wait up!

Hey, Colleen!

Are you okay?

Yeah, it takes a whole lot more

than that to make me not okay.

Yeah, um, Peter, he's...

he's kind of a...

Yeah, I know he is.

Yeah.

Well, if you come back in,

I'll... I could talk to him.

Yeah, I have work tomorrow and I

don't know where my friend is...

who was supposed to meet me

here, so...

Okay, well, I'm sorry.

You're sorry? For what?

Um, I'm sorry...

I'm sorry for Peter.

It's kind of my job

to be sorry for him.

Well, he's Peter Hemmings

or whoever...

so I'm sure he doesn't travel anywhere

without his trusty team of apologists.

Right.

Yeah, I know, not your fault.

Yeah, um, you get service

out here?

No, I don't.

Yeah, sh*t, me neither,

f***ing AT&T.

Hey, uh, I hate to tell

you this..

But what you did in there is just gonna...

it's just gonna make him like you more.

Yeah, but it was

totally worth it.

Yeah.

Are you cold?

Mm... yeah, a little.

Hey, uh, excuse me, can we get

one of those cot blanket things?

Having seen some movies, I'm pretty sure

the guy didn't leave any fingerprints...

unless he wanted you to find them, in which

case it becomes this whole labyrinth-themed...

thing and I'm really not sure

you're ready for that, Officer.

Well, we have to do everybody...

just in case, just so we can

tell theirs from yours.

Oh, yeah, I get it. I mean, you know, you

might want to just check her prints...

since she's the one

who touches her own car.

Oh, we already have hers

in the file.

You know, from when she found

the other photos?

She found the other pictures

that the guy left.

Of course!

Hey, it's cool, man.

I'm not gonna throw you

under the bus, Deputy.

I understand that you're

upset. I can see that.

But from where I'm looking

at things, nothing happened.

And you're okay.

Somebody followed me here...

so he could put that picture in a place

where I would be the one to find it.

And we are gonna look into that.

I know this is scary, and we're doing

the best we can to figure this out.

And until that happens, I'll have Daniels

escort you home and follow you in his cruiser.

Don't even bother.

Colleen, hey!

Are you sure you're gonna

be all right?

Haven't you heard?

I'll be fine.

Oh, sh*t.

You know, I called you

a bunch of times.

You guys have fun, you and Jill?

I'm tired, okay?

You're all tired out, because it's

special sh*t all of a sudden?

Pretty townie chick,

out and about.

I don't want to do this tonight.

Yeah, what, 'cause you already

did some of that LA fag?

What?

What?

What are you gonna

make him your star?

Wait, did you talk

to Jill tonight?

Jill? No, why the f*** would I want to talk

to Jill, what, so she can lie to me, too?

How did you know where I was?

How do I know that you f***ing lied to me?

And went solo to a party?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Did you follow me?

What are you talking about?

Did you put those pictures in

places where I could find them?

Pictures? Is that what you're going on

about again, those f***ing pictures?

Yes! The one at the store, and the

library, and tonight! Did you?

Don't be f***ing stupid.

How did you know where I was?

Colleen? Just say it was you,

so I can do something about it!

Beth Randle f***ing texted me

when you got there, all right?

What is wrong with you?

Just...

You know, you think everything's

about you, don't you?

But it's not.

See, I see you, Colleen.

No, you don't.

Now I need you to leave.

What the f***?

Finally.

Ben?

You forgot your wallet, a**hole.

Ah, smells like you're smoking.

We've moved past that, Chris.

We've f***ing moved on

to bigger things.

This girl has found all

of the photographs so far.

As far as I can tell, any time this guy wants

somebody to find the photos, she does.

Coincidence? I don't think so.

Yeah, well that seems

pretty obvious, yeah?

So why her?

I mean, if I'm the cops...

that's what I'm doing, right?

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