Big Bad Wolves

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I don't like the looks of this.

What do you want from me?

- Where's the girl?

- What?

What girl? What are

you talking about?

- Is the rumor about you two true?

- Which one?

Yeah, there are lots of

rumors. Be more specific.

That you play dirty?

- Oh, that? That's...

- True.

Wait, I don't know what

you're talking about.

This is some kind of mistake

or misunderstanding. Let go!

Ah!

Ooh!

Enough!

You're going too far!

Do I need to remind you

what our mission is?

Surveillance only!

No engaging in physical

contact with the suspect!

- We didn't engage him.

- He engaged us.

See? He can't stop

bumping into our fists.

- It's Tsvika.

- Don't answer.

Micki, you've got to

put an end to this.

As much as I hate to admit it,

I agree with Beavis and Butt-head.

- But Tsvika will fry us for this.

- Not if we bring him the girl.

Besides, the bastard

has already seen us.

You really think he'll

lead us to the girl?

One last chance,

where's the girl?

- I really don't know.

- What if he really doesn't know?

He knows, he knows.

Oh!

Oh!

Yes, Tsvika.

Why isn't anyone answering me?

We've been kind of busy here.

- Are you still on his tail?

- Kind of.

- What do you mean ' kind of '?

- Long story.

He ran into us with his bike,

so we're questioning him.

- Questioning him?

- Yes, questioning him.

Wait, are you questioning him or

"questioning-questioning" him?

- "Questioning-questioning" him!

- Are you nuts?

We have no case besides a girl

who thinks she saw him!

Tell that

to the three stooges here.

Listen carefully, Rami.

You're the responsible adult,

so stop fooling around.

Clean him up, take him home,

walk him to his front dour,

- and kiss him goodnight. Is that clear?

- Clear.

Turn right, and then left.

A right turn.

Where are we going? That's

not the address we've gotten.

Why do you have my address?

Ah!

It's my parents' address.

Rami, you're making a

mistake. Believe me, it's him.

Give me one hour with him,

I'll make him sing.

- I'll do it in 30 minutes.

- In 15, with a cigarette break.

Look...

there's been an unfortunate

mistake. We're really sorry.

Speak for yourself.

Don't mind him.

Listen to me.

We're really sorry and hope you

won't tell anyone about it, okay?

I won't. I promise.

Of course he won't talk.

He did it.

I only have

two $50 shekel bills.

How much do you have?

What?

You heard me.

You too, give me

everything you've gotten.

- No way! Don't go along with it.

- Tsvika's orders.

Why don't you just give

him a gun?

Calm down.

No one asked you to chip in.

Okay, this is for the bicycle.

No need, it's okay.

- Did you hear him? It's okay.

- It's fine. Take the money.

Ah!

- Arik, how are you?

- Come in, Micki.

So, is daddy teaching you

how to be a cop?

It's "bring your child to work" day.

Ah.

He's a tough one, your son.

Let's get down to business.

Look, if this is

about the suspect.

Believe me, I had no choice.

My clad is speaking now.

- Cute.

- Arik.

I want you to pay close attention

to the following conversation.

I call it the yellow-card

conversation.

Like in soccer, dad?

Just like in soccer, son.

Tsvika, this isn't

very dignified.

And what you did was dignified?

Yeah, what you did

was dignified?

- Arik, don't disturb daddy at work.

- Sorry, daddy.

Now listen carefully, Micki.

Because of your mess-up,

our suspect was released...

- and released without talking.

- It's him. You know it's him.

All I know is that you

disobeyed a direct order...

Cover your ears, sweetie.

And that your actions could cost

that pretty little girl her head.

And if that happens, there'll

be nothing to stop me

from kicking your ass

to the traffic department.

Kicking your ass

to the traffic department!

Is that clear?

- I'm in a meeting.

- I know, I'm sorry.

This call just came in.

You should hear the tape.

Go on, play it.

Police department,

how may I help you?

I heard you're

looking for a little girl.

Excuse me?

I can tell you

where you can find her.

Micki.

You'd better come here.

That pervert became confident,

staged a whole production.

Tsvika is coming.

The commander got off his

high horse? That can't be good.

Micki, you're done here.

- Tsvika.

- Did you hear me?

Report tomorrow to Nissim

in the traffic department.

- You can't throw me off this case.

- It's Rami's case now.

Rami?

He couldn't find

a body in a morgue!

Nothing personal.

- Oh.

- Micki, did you hear me?

It's Rami's case now.

You can go.

He's the last person

I need now.

- Who is that?

- The girl's father.

Don't let him through.

What's he doing

at the murder scene?

He served with the chief

of police in Lebanon.

That doesn't mean he can do

whatever he wants.

- Is everything okay, superstar?

- It doesn't fit.

Shauli says

you need extra-large.

Don't worry, I'll give

you a celebrity discount.

- What's the deal?

- Come look.

Four thousand hits in two days.

If that isn't stardom, what is?

What the hell?

Does anyone here

know about this?

By this weekend, everyone will.

- Can you help me out with this?

- There isn't a thing Shauli can't do.

- But on one condition.

- Whatever Shauli wants.

That you ask nicely...

- and without the phone book.

- Very funny.

Shauli will make sure

it's gone by tonight.

Psst!

Psst!

Psst!

Psst! Psst!

Dana, could I have

the note, please?

Dana?

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