Previously on My Girlfriend Wants to Kill Me, "How do you plea Mr. Baker?" asked the judge.
"Not guilty." "Oh please, I never heard of a murderer being innocent," said the prosecutor, in
a very sassy tone. "Your honor," said Winthorpe, "I ask that you release Mr. Baker on bail because
not only has he no prior arrest record and is not a flight risk but there's no actual
evidence that he has killed any of those people." "But, there is no possible way I am releasing Mr.
Baker on bail. Bail is denied, and the defendant will remain detained. The court is adjourned."
It just dawned on me there is someone who knows Mary is crazy. Her friend and former roommate
Amanda. She lives back in Indiana, me and Mary's hometown. Amanda knows all about Mary. "Where
the [ __ ] is the damn laptop? Answer me you, [ __ ]!" as her finger slowly squeezed the trigger, but
then Detective Jackson received a text message. "I have Baker's cell bugged as well as every room he
goes into. Winthorpe is on his way to interrogate your friend Amanda." said Jackson. Well,
I guess I will pay my old friend Amanda a visit of this we need to get to the airport right away!
My Girlfriend Wants to Kill Me Season Two Episode 6
Thirty-one feet above the city of Indianapolis, an airplane was preparing to land, and on that plane
was Winthorpe Adams III as he prepared his notes that bore the questions that he would ask Amanda
Huffington, longtime friend, and former roommate of crazy Mary Slaughter. Winthorpe also had plans
to persuade her into testifying in court, but he knew damn well it would be a very difficult goal
to accomplish, but Winthorpe was determined. Two other passengers sat ten rows behind him who had
plans of their own, crazy Mary Slaughter and her lover in crime Detective Jackson,
but they were unrecognizable due to the disguises they were wearing down with the shades of crazy
Mary as her signature blood shaded smirk stretched broadly across her face. "Jackson, we need to get
to Amanda before that idiot Winthorpe does." said crazy Mary, fidgeting with the ring that was given
to her by her mystery person as a gift. "So, what's your plan for stopping Winthorpe," asked
Jackson, "Knife, gun, poisoning, electrocution, or all of the above?" "None of the above, but
I'm going to do whatever it takes to stop him." said crazy Mary, cunningly carefully composing
her deathly plan in her deranged and decayed mind. Mary's thoughts were not your average
thoughts. They were like tiny, slippery maggots, wiggling their way through the creases of her
warped mind. Jackson looked afraid, yet intrigued, wondering what his murderous lover's next move
might be. Outside of the airport stood Winthorpe anxiously hailing down a cab. Then on his way
to the apartment of Amanda Huffington as Mary and Jackson sped off after them. Twenty minutes
had passed as the driver's eyes swiftly shifted toward the red flashing light on his dashboard.
"Oh [ __ ]! I have to stop for gas," he said as he pulled into the nearest gas station. Winthorpe
rolled his eyes, "Please, hurry! I need to get to my destination ASAP!" he said. The man nodded
and walked inside of the gas station as Jackson and crazy Mary pulled into the station as well.
I have an idea said crazy Mary, her thick eyebrows hinting at a mischievous plan as she removed a
small pocket knife from her purse. "Mary, what are you doing? You can't kill him in public!"
said Jackson, as Mary ignored him, got out of the car, and sneakingly stabbed a hole into the
left tire of the cab, causing it to go flat. "That should slow him down. Let's go!" said Mary as they
sped off down the road and off into the distance. Winthorpe received a telephone call from a friend
that worked as a security guard at the airport back in Seattle. "Winthorpe, I thought that you
should know that I spotted crazy Mary Slaughter and Detective Jackson boarding the same airplane
that you were on. They were in disguises, but I could tell it was them. I tried to reach you an
hour ago, but there was no signal. "Oh [ __ ]! Thanks for the heads up, Alan," said Winthorpe,
as panic channeled his face. He knew that if he didn't get to Amanda before Mary and Jackson did,
his plan would be dead in the water. "Hurry! We need to go!" yelled Winthorpe to the driver,
but as the driver approached the car, he noticed his tire was flat. "Damn it! I'll
try to get this fixed as fast as I can, but it's going to be a while." said the driver,
but Winthorpe knew that the sand in his hourglass was running thin. He had to make a drastic move,
and he had to make it right away. "I don't have time to wait," said Winthorpe, then getting out of
the car. He then approached a man on a motorcycle that stood nearby. "Hey! I'll give you $1,000 if
you let me borrow your bike. I'll bring it back in an hour." said Winthorpe. The man thought
about it for a second, smiled, took the money, then tossed the keys as Winthorpe sped off into
the distance the race was on. Meanwhile, back at the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
"Wake up, Chandler! Don't you dare die on me! Just hang in there, okay?" said Misty
as Chandler nodded, drifting in and out of consciousness. Misty said Chandler,
his mouth dry as he struggled to keep his eyes open with everything going on. I haven't had
the chance to tell you this, but there's more on the laptop that you need to get to David.
On the night that David was shot, there was a department store's surveillance footage
shot one hour before the shooting. The footage shows two people purchasing all-black police,
and those two people were crazy Mary and her evil twin sister in crime Diamond. The parking lots of
surveillance cameras also show them driving away in a truck that matches the description as the one
David said the two hooded figures were driving. "OH MY GOD!" said Misty in shock. "We need to get
loose and find that laptop and get this evidence to David. This could be all we need," said Misty,
with the look of hope in her eyes. Chandler looked doubtful about his part of the escape. "Misty,
listen if I don't make it out alive... "I want you to stop it, Chandler! Don't talk that way!
You're not going to die." said Misty sounding confident, yet unsure. "Can you promise me
that?" said Chandler, but Misty knew that was a promise that she could not guarantee looking at
the shape that he was in. Chandler was bleeding to death, and all hope of him getting out alive
was starting to look bleak as Misty's eyes filled with tears. Chandler and Misty had been
best friends for years. He was her confidant, her mentor, a father figure. He was her friend. Then,
ALL OF A SUDDEN, the door to the warehouse opened slowly, and there stood a bearded man,
his clothes torn, and dirty. "Who are you?" said Misty as their eyes studied the man suspiciously.
Could it be someone to save them or someone that Mary sent to finish where she left off.
Meanwhile, at the apartment of Amanda Huffington, an unexpected visitor rang the doorbell.
To Be Continued
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