Prom Night Page #2

Why'd it take three goddamn days

to notify us?

Sorry, sir. I needed to notify the court.

- Damn it, I don't believe this.

- What is it?

This is a case I had three years ago.

Hey, Jones, get me a car?

Come on.

High school teacher, he got crazy obsessed

with a young female student.

They fired him. That didn't stop it.

Then the family got a restraining order

against him and he went psycho.

She got home from the movies,

he didn't know she was there.

She hid under the bed

and had to watch him kill her mother.

Oh, my God.

We arrested that son-of-a-b*tch at his house.

We found journals of this guy

having fantasies about this girl.

He had pictures of her everywhere.

That was pretty hard for her, too,

she had to ID him.

You got something to say, Mr. Fenton?

Nothing can keep us apart.

- That's him.

- She needs me now more than ever.

She has no family.

- I see what you're trying to do.

- All she has is me.

- Hey, listen to me.

- You know we love one another?

- Ask Donna.

- Can we go now, please?

Are we almost done here?

Donna makes me feel,

and when I touch her...

That's enough!

Don't look over there, look at me!

- Can we go now, please?

- We'll be together forever.

You're gonna be in jail!

We'll be together forever.

That's my promise.

That's enough. We're going.

All right, you're going to jail.

I'll see you soon, Donna.

We matched DNA,

his prints were everywhere,

so her IDing him sealed the deal.

As far as we were concerned,

he was going to die. Definitely.

The jury didn't think so.

No, they came back with insanity.

He's been in a maximum security prison

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,

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