Earth vs. the Spider Page #3

I can walk myself to the door.

You take care of him, okay?

Good boy.

If you change your mind

about the hospital, l'm next door.

And get some rest.

Next time l'll ask her out.

Twelve hours.

Thor, what are you doing?

Excuse me, officer, but that

is disgusting. Tell me more.

Soon as l get my handcuffs.

-Another round here.

-Make it snappy.

-Where did you get that?

-What?

The ink, your arm.

That's a beaut.

I got these years ago in the Army.

I'll never forget that night.

You gotta be some bad-ass

to wear that.

-See that guy at that table?

-What about him?

Will he leave with that woman

or by himself?

Let me do you a big favour.

There are two reasons why

you don't want nothing to do with her.

Reason one:
Officer A**hole is

the biggest d*ckhead on the force.

If you f*** with him, l promise

he's gonna hard-core f*** with you.

-What's the other reason?

-Her husband.

Detective Grillo. Poor bastard fell

in love with a uniform junkie.

Trixie back there loves

the tough guys.

But Grillo? l guess he ain't

tough enough, you know?

He's not?

I'll tell you this.

Cops sit around here and talk about

how Grillo went soft on the shield.

His partner got blasted away

six months ago by some dust freak.

Grillo headlight-froze. Panicked.

Couldn't shoot the perp.

Understand? He's in need

of some serious respect.

And he just walked through the door.

Uh-oh, Dad's here.

-Let's go home.

-Golly, l just got here.

Sorry to interrupt

the mourning of your partner.

-At least l tried to save my partner.

-Still, he's at the morgue.

They take guns from guys

who can't use them.

Take them.

Pop, where l come from...

...if the juice is empty,

you throw away the carton.

Yeah, Jack.

What are you gonna do about it?

-Let's go.

-Let me go! You are so rude!

-You're drunk.

-I am not drunk!

Hey, Grillo!

You need help catching

the Midtown Murderer, give me a call.

Hello.

What's your name?

B*tch, turn over!

I swear l just ran out of gas

and my car is right over there.

Willie, it's me. Don't give me

that line. You don't have a car.

Right, l'm sorry. Could you give me

a dollar? l'm saving up for a car.

Here you go.

Don't drink it all in one place.

-Did you feel that?

-What?

-Movement, like somebody shaking.

-I didn't feel anything.

-Who are you?

-How dare you touch her, you insect?

She likes it.

Take a look at this.

Someone threw this guy so hard

his neck snapped like a twig.

Someone took care

of the " Midtown" for you.

-You'll be okay.

-Will she be all right?

-I'm Detective lnspector Grillo.

-Stephanie Lewis.

You've been through a lot.

But l'd like a description

of the guy who saved you.

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