UFC 81: Breaking Point Page #3

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He's gonna stay under the radar.

That's what I'd do if I was him.

The finals are in 10 days.

I've been waiting my entire life

for this match.

Hey, you know what?

Finals are about a trophy.

What we're dealing with here

is your whole life.

But you'll protect me, right?

Yeah. Of course, I will. I mean, to an extent.

Look, I have superiors to answer to,

and they're not gonna allocate

the funds or the manpower, not 24l7.

It's not gonna happen.

We're here to support

the whole community, not just you.

And if I called you Ed?

Miss Reyes, as of right now,

this man has done nothing to you

that you didn't allow him to do.

Now, look, this is not about what I believe.

It's about what I can prove.

As of right now, Holden Gregg

is simply a missing person.

And Diana Wilkes...

Well, for all we know, you know what,

maybe she was just a hit and run.

Now will you please take my advice?

Leave town. Let me know where you are.

I'm sorry.

But right now, that's the best I can offer.

I'm not going anywhere.

Come on.

Move it, Jen.

Yeah, yeah. Come on!

Come on. Come on. Focus.

Let's go. Come on.

Come on, Kel.

Good. Move your ass.

Go. Go. Come on!

Right, Jen, let's go. Let's go.

Come on, Kelly. Push, push, push.

Come on. That's it. Come on!

Let's go.

That's enough. Now to the mark.

Knees can only help that. There you go!

Come on, Kel.

Come on, Kelly, suck it up. Yeah.

Kel, maybe this was a mistake.

Maybe we can take a few more days.

Yeah, we don't have a few more days.

- She's right. Let's work.

- Let's go.

All right. Let's go. Come on. Come on.

No focus.

- Come on, it's right there!

- Right there.

Cut me some slack, Jen, okay.

Don't give me that.

I lost my best friend to this psycho.

- And I'm out here giving it my all.

- Come on.

Are you kidding me? At least he didn't

have his f***ing hands all over you.

Come on!

Okay. It's all clear.

Kel, I need you to be honest with me.

You say the word no,

we'll call this whole thing off.

No.

- No, Matt, I said that I was gonna play.

- Okay.

All right, then if it's game time,

you gotta bring your game.

'Cause we can't play in the finals

the way we played today.

You're not the only one

with your reputation on the line.

Jen's gotta win though.

With Di gone, our endorsement

picture's cropped somewhat.

- You understand?

- I see.

Just life, Kel.

Neither one of us has a restaurant

that's paying our bills.

Hey, I'm sorry. With Jen's bad ankles,

we're looking at three, four

more productive years at most.

We have to worry about

how we look out there.

My A-game. That's what you get.

No exceptions.

Hello.

Hello.

I know it's you.

You're very smart.

Who are you?

I'm Holden.

I'm Holden Gregg.

He's dead. You killed him.

First Diana, and then him.

- Are you mad?

- F*** you!

Okay. All right.

All right, I get it. You're mad.

God damn it, Kelly.

Why'd you have to involve the police?

Now, it's really gonna complicate

our relationship a bit.

Why the hell are you doing this?

Why does anybody do anything?

I don't know. First, you want something,

and then a want becomes a need,

and then pretty soon it's like a sport,

you commit yourself to it.

- What do you want from me?

- I want this.

I want this. I want you and me.

I like being with you.

You know, the truth is, this Holden...

Holden guy...

I'm a lot nicer when I'm him.

Yeah, why don't you tell the cop

that's standing right next to me?

Sure, I'd love to. Put him on the phone.

That was a bad bluff, Kelly.

I would have expected something

a little more imaginative from you.

They're gonna find you.

Really? They're gonna find me?

Guess what? I haven't gone anywhere.

I'm right here.

Couldn't leave you if I tried.

I've given up my life for you.

Matter of fact, I'm right downstairs.

I'm gonna come by and make you feel better,

just like I did the other night.

Kelly, you there?

... apartment is vacant.

... apartment is vacant.

And there's no signs

of forcible entry and no fingerprints.

That's about all we got for now.

All right. Thanks, pal.

Well? What?

No one's in your apartment.

No sign of forcible entry, no prints.

- And the recording from your phone, it's...

- Yes?

It's one-sided.

There's no other voice on that tape,

except for yours.

What? How?

Possibly a scrambling device.

They're available,

if you know what to look for.

And if that's the case, well, this guy's smart.

Smart just complicates things.

Let's see, forensics identified three sets

of prints from Holden Gregg's house.

His, yours, the maid's, that's it.

Great.

So what else don't we have?

Motive, frankly, not at this point.

I've told you. He's obsessed with me.

So what? He killed Diana Wilkes

because she was in your way?

He got rid of Holden Gregg,

so he could be closer to you?

Yes!

It's possible, but it's a bit of a stretch,

don't you think?

Okay. So?

We're on all points out.

- That's it?

- No, ma'am, that's not it.

Myself and three other detectives

are pulling double-duty on this case.

Look, Kelly...

Miss Reyes, I asked you

before to leave town.

Now, I'm gonna make

the same suggestion again.

I can't be any clearer.

So, what do you wanna do?

We listen to the cops, get out of Dodge,

all three of us till the finals.

- Ease up, babe.

- What do you mean, "Ease up"?

Game of our lives

is right around the corner, babe.

And there's some psycho out there

stalking us.

All right, so she's got a point.

We don't have a liquor license.

I wanna see a cop come in here now

and ticket you.

I really wanna see that.

Drink the beer.

We could go down to my brother's in Baja.

All we need is a net and a ball, right?

- I'm not hiding.

- Kelly, be reasonable.

This guy won't stop.

Exactly.

Look, Baja is just another beach to him.

It's just a little further south.

The guy makes phone calls disappear.

I'm betting he can find us down there.

Okay, so, what's your plan?

We go after him.

Oh, what, are you Rambo now?

All we need is a picture and his name.

And how do you propose

we get this murderer to pose for us?

Trying to look natural out here?

Shut up or you'll be sleeping on the couch.

I see him.

Call Jose. Three buildings down.

On the roof.

Are you sure?

Please, Jen. I know it's him.

Three buildings down. On the roof.

Call the cops.

- It couldn't be that easy, could it?

- Come on. Let's go.

Okay.

So, you're at the head of the table, Matt.

And you are back and forth

with the sweatshirt and the tank.

Just don't let him see your face.

Yeah. What if it doesn't work?

I mean, what if the cops don't show?

What did you say to the cops?

White girl getting her ass kicked

by some Mexicans.

They'll show.

Attention all units, please respond

to a possible assault

on a young Caucasian female

by three Hispanic males.

Rooftop, Notte's Hotel...

Suspects are possibly

armed and dangerous.

Come on.

Come on.

Sh*t!

Hey! You okay?

I'm so sorry. Are you all right?

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