Frank:
So, what was the long story you didn't want to make long?
Will:
I come home from work two weeks ago, and she's, uh... she's texting on the phone. I ask her who it is, she says "Nobody." So I said "Let me see the phone." She says no. This goes on, I dunno, five or six times.
Frank:
Wait, wait. You're losing me. She's texting...
Will:
There's this guy we both went to school with. He's a cop, he's a PA state trooper. And he's always had a thing for Darcy. Going way back.
Connie:
[calling over the radio]
1206, where are you?
Frank:
1206 here, Connie. We're just passing milepost 57.
Connie:
You're about a mile and a half behind.
Frank:
How far out of Arklow is 777?
Connie:
Seven and a half miles. It picked up speed. You better step on it.
Frank:
I'm stepping on it, in it, around it, and through it, Connie. Thank you. Over.
Will:
She's texting on the phone, I keep on asking for it, she keeps on saying no. And, um... she starts to walk away, and I grab for it.
Frank:
You hit her?
Will:
No, no, no. I mean, I scared her, but I didn't- I didn't hit her. Anyway, I drive to this guy's house and tell him we need to talk, let's take a ride. He jumps in my truck, and starts in with "You've got it all wrong, we're just friends." And then he stops once he sees... the gun I got on the dash.
Frank:
Oh!
Will:
I look him in the eye and I say "She's my wife. You find a new friend."
Frank:
You pulled a gun on a cop?
Connie:
[calling on the radio again]
Frank? Frank, 777 just passed milepost 61.
Frank:
Thank you, Connie.
Will:
But you wanna hear the kicker?
Frank:
Yes, I do.
Will:
It wasn't even him that was texting her. It was my sister-in-law.
