Dard Divorce Page #4

Where are my children?

Do you know, it beats me. I think

your husband fled with them.

We've been checking the Mexican borders, but you

know its a big border, so its going to take some time.

A million dollars in hard cash,

go's a long way in Mexico.

-- What are you talking about, my husband is dead.

-- What do you mean.

He died yesterday, here on my

varanda. In my arms.

Then the body disappeared as I was

upstairs and calling the police.

Why don't you know anything about it

if you are involved in the case.

That would be the fault of my colleagues.

I was reassigned to the case last night.

So I am not caught up on all the details.

I'm just a small fish.

I'm not that important.

You know if I do this case well,

I'll even get promoted.

Now, is there anything at all, I mean anything

that you can tell me to help me solve this case.

I would really appreciate it.

That's strange. Your boss didn't even believe

me last night that Tim died.

No body, no blood, no murder.

My boss is very precise in his cases.

-- He likes to play by the book.

-- What was his name?

I am so bad with remembering names.

His name is Gates.

Detective James Gates.

Oh yeah right. Something like that I think.

Well, Mr. Warren.

You see, I can't even remember your name

after such a short time.

You've been through a lot in the last few days.

I understand how you can forget things

I would like to be alone now, for a while.

I am very tired, and I don't think

someone will call this late.

Before I go can I ask you a question.

-- Do you have a cell phone.

-- No, it is broken.

-- Anyway, I would like some time ...

-- Miss Stein, I think you should go lay down.

I've been given strict orders

to keep an eye on you.

It came from the top.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

-- You know, I could lose my job.

-- Well, Mr. Warren.

Or whoever you are, you are not a cop.

And I remember names very well.

And there's no detective

James Gates, his name was Carry.

And it is my decision if I want the police

protection or not. So please leave now.

You don't decide anything here.

I'm the one who makes decisions.

Do you understand me.

You do not want to piss me off.

You got that.

Go to hell.

You dumb c*nt you want to play rough?

I swear to god, I told you not to piss me off.

You like that.

That stuff about your husband dieing on your

terrace. Don't beleive a f***ing word of it.

Now I know he was here. And I know that

he hid my stuff here somewhere.

Listen now girl. Tell me where my sh*t is.

I don't like to repeat myself.

You know I don't think you want me to hurt you.

No, you don't want that.

It's very easy.

You tell me where your husband

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