Small Town Crime Page #3

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after work?

Have a sleepover?

Guess it has been a while.

Me and, uh,

Greg.

- Greg?

- Yeah.

Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- [Mike] Since when?

About a month.

I thought we had

something going.

Mike, I haven't seen you

around in six months.

I've been real busy.

Yeah, well, I called,

left messages.

Don't try and tell me you

didn't get them either.

That's why I came by.

That's a bunch of crap.

I wanna make it right.

Have Greg pour us

a couple drinks.

We can talk it over.

[sighs]

What?

Sometimes you're just

such a sh*t heel, you know?

Want me to get you

the check?

Keep it open.

All right.

[phone ringing]

[man] Girl,

where you at?

Kristy?

I'm not sure of your relation,

- but I wanna let you know...

- [man] Who the f*** is this?

Put Kristy on the phone.

I don't think you understand.

Put my b*tch on the phone.

You know something?

I don't like the sh*t

that's pouring

out of your mouth.

Do you know who the f***

you talking to?

I bet you think that

tired ass Motown you're playing

makes you seem old school.

I'm-a give you that,

funny man.

And I'm-a slash

your motherfucking throat.

How you like that?

Yeah, I doubt it.

Don't think

I can't reach out

and touch you,

motherf***er.

Try it.

I got to him,

rattled his cage.

He said her name was Kristy.

Mmm, You got a name.

That's good.

[Kelly] So that's him?

The killer is

on that phone?

I don't think

he knows she's dead.

It's probably a pimp,

could be her boyfriend.

Depends on how screwed up

this girl was.

Wait, you brought

a pimp into our house?

- No babe...

- It's a phone, Kel.

With my babies

in the next room.

[Mike] I didn't invite

the guy to dinner.

[Kelly] You shouldn't

be fiddling around

with some dead girl's phone.

[Mike] This guy is key

to the investigation.

He knows the girl.

He might even know

who she was

with that night.

You need to give it

to the cops.

- Uh-hmm.

- [Mike] Of course

I'm gonna give it

to the police.

Okay, look, Mike.

I think what Kelly

is trying to say

is that you are

no longer a cop.

Don't tell me

what I'm trying to say.

I know I'm not

a damn cop.

Thank you

very much, Ted.

Okay, you know what?

I'm going to bed.

Listen.

I know you're going

through some sh*t right now.

And I love you.

- But it's been 17 months.

- Here we go.

You're 45.

- You don't have a job.

- This has nothing to do with me

- finding a job.

- And no matter what happens,

nobody's gonna hand you

another badge.

So you need to move on,

find something else.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

I know growing up

for you wasn't easy.

You didn't get

to be a kid.

And I sympathize.

- Baby, I really do.

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