Twisted Page #6

- I was there.

Somebody put me

on the "no access" list.

Excuse me, can I help you

with something over there?

Looks like you were having some

wine before we got here, Mike.

You celebrating something?

No, I'm not celebrating anything.

What the f*** is going on here?

- I'd like to propose a toast.

- What?

To Jessica. You got

a problem with that, Mike?

No. Why would I

have a problem with that?

What's going on here?

Is this some kind of joke?

You gonna toast or what?

Here's to my partner.

OK...

...somebody better

say something.

Rohypnol.

Rohypnol? Yeah, Rohypnol.

- And? What?

- Date rape drug.

- You ever heard of it?

- Of course I've heard of it. Roofies.

Roofies. That's what you

hip guys call it, right?

I seem to remember you had

a little girlfriend who OD'd and died

from this stuff. So you know

what Roofies do, don't you?

What the f*** is going on here?

Somebody has been following me

since these murders began.

Someone has been drugging me.

- How?

- Somebody who was lurking around.

- You know, who was in my place.

- Incapacitate you, don't they?

They make you feel

confused and anxious?

You...

...feeling confused, Mike?

- Any anxiety?

- You put something in my wine.

Whoa, this is quite a stash

you got here, Mike.

- Stash?

- A little of this stuff

must go a long way. You plan on date

raping a whole sorority house here?

You planting evidence?

Sh*t! This is not my stuff.

Listen to me, this is not my stuff.

- Party drugs.

- Whoa, lookie here what I found.

This is one of those...

What do you call it?

A Yawara.

Those little Japanese sticks

that pound your features to a pulp.

It's not mine.

They didn't have these in my day,

but I heard you're an expert

with one of these.

- That's not mine.

- This one's got some blood on it.

I wonder if that's Jimmy's blood.

You think that could be poor Jimmy's?

You didn't care too much for him,

did you?

I seem to remember you threatened

to kill the poor bastard.

You're not going for your gun,

are you, Mike?

- Mike!

- No, no, no, no!

No bruises. Just take it easy.

Take it easy.

We're in this together now. Partners.

And now you understand.

So we got a cop killer here.

A man who's committed

a very special crime

that requires a very

special form of justice.

Step one, make sure

the crime scene is clean.

Don't you touch anything, darling.

Step two, no sign of

physical restraints or struggle.

Step three...

...motive.

In this case, I'd say,

oh, remorse for what he's done.

Unlucky in love.

That always works too.

What are you doing?

Tomorrow...

...when those crime scene

boys show up...

Photos never lie.

They also save on those messy

courtroom appearances

and some a**hole judge

letting him out on bail.

And now you understand.

We're in this together.

Give me the weapon.

- Step away from Mike.

- What?

Put your hands behind your head,

and get on your knees.

- Don't you understand?

- Understand what?

- I'm doing this for you!

- Get on your knees!

Put your hands behind your head!

Rule number one,

you gotta be crazy to be a cop.

You ever heard that old saying,

"Everybody runs away from a man with

a gun, but a cop runs toward him"?

Give me the gun, Jess.

You're not gonna use it.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

Your father had that same rage.

I told him about her. I had to!

He was my partner!

You tell your partner everything!

You always tell your partner the truth!

I told him she was f***ing

that hippie scum!

He lost his mind, ran in the house,

I heard arguing.

Look, all my life, I wished that...

Hey!

You killed them all.

They were scum.

Don't you understand, darling?

They weren't good enough

for you and her.

You have the same

emotional problem.

You have her disease.

I've tried to cure you.

- You cured my mother by killing her?

- She was ruining my life.

She was ruining her life

and your father's life.

I loved her.

I couldn't let her keep doing those

things. There was no other way.

You killed my father.

You couldn't stop killing.

Stop?

I stopped for all those years,

and I can stop again.

Control, Jess.

It's all about control.

Give me the gun.

I kill you, I kill a fleeing felon.

You kill me, you commit murder.

We've heard everything you said,

commissioner.

You don't need the gun,

commissioner.

Test. Identify the voice

you are listening to.

I'm here, Jess. I got you.

Recognize the voice of Officer Wilson,

my old patrol partner?

Go along with the program, sir.

You don't want to destroy her.

Move. Come on, come on.

Let her get the capture,

commissioner.

Hold him there, Jess. I'm coming.

Maybe some a**hole judge

will cut you some slack.

10-4. Backup units rolling.

Code three. We're on our way, Jess.

Well done, inspector. Well done.

You outsmarted the master.

That means I did my job well.

There's just one more test

you have to pass.

Don't!

No room for mistakes.

- Test.

- No!

- Mike.

- There she is. Let's go. Move it!

- Come on, we got one in the water.

- Officer down. Call it in.

There's no uniforms down here.

Get the paramedics.

Always got your back, Jess.

You OK?

- It's cold out here, kids.

- This is Marine One. On our way.

Copy that.

Marine One, get someone in the water

right away to retrieve the body.

Follow my light.

- See us? Right here in front of the dock.

- Mike?

Mike?

Mike?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry I thought you were the guy.

I am the guy.

I'll see you later, stranger.

Hannes

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