Big Bad Wolves Page #4

Listen carefully.

I know that at this point

you'll confess to everything

I tell you to...

so let's just stick

to the facts.

I already have the bodies.

I want you to tell me

where the heads are.

What heads?

I'm asking you

for the last time.

Where did you hide them?

Stop!

I have no idea!

You're insane!

- You have to stop this insanity!

- I'll stop

once you tell me

where they are.

No!

Are you going to help me

with him?

Are you from his department?

Are you kidding?

I'm from Internal Affairs.

I hope you put an end

to this saga.

So do I.

You can get in the car.

Once again, thank you.

Before I let you go...

I must ask you...

not to try anything funny,

and not to shout.

Not because I have a gun...

and not because where we are

no one would hear you anyway...

but because we're adults...

and adults don't shout,

they talk.

Nod your head

if you understand.

Are you out of your mind?!

I thought we had

an understanding.

- Do you know who I am?

- I know who you are.

I think you've forgotten

who I am.

- Have we met?

- Not formally.

We met once in an abandoned

field.

Sorry, I'm bad with faces.

I'll help you remember.

You were standing

over my daughter's body.

One could even say

you put her there.

Don't be scared.

I have no interest in you.

You're only here

because you got in my way.

And as I see it...

- you owe me.

- I owe you?

- According to the chaos theory.

- Chaos what?

Don't they teach you anything

at the police academy?

All it takes is for a butterfly

to flutter its wings...

Flutter?

I'll explain it in a way

that even a detective in the

Israeli police can understand.

If you hadn't beaten

the bastard...

he wouldn't have been released

and killed my daughter.

Why do you think

I kidnapped the bastard?

I saw what you did.

You're always interrupting.

I actually feel

I'm making progress.

You'd never get him

to talk anyway.

- Maniacs aren't afraid of guns.

- No? What then?

Maniacs are afraid of maniacs.

As I see it,

there are three options here.

One, I let you go...

but now you know too much,

and you might try and stop me.

Which leads me to option two.

I finish you off right now,

and frame you for all the sh*t

that's about to go down

with the smurf downstairs.

But you're a cop.

I don't want to break

my mother's heart.

So that brings me

to option three...

which seems like

the best option for both of us.

- I make you an accomplice.

- You want to kill him?

I want to know where he

buried my daughter's head.

If, as fate would have it,

he dies in the process...

from blood loss

or oxygen deficiency...

you won't see me shed a tear.

Well?

What's your decision?

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