Interrogation Page #3

Exciting, isn't it?

Oh, come on.

You could be stuck at your desk

talking about the lousy weather

or how the T-wolves are losing again

or what poisonous fast food

you're going to pick up for lunch.

Stuck in the same bullshit conversations

with the same bullshit people

as every other day of your life.

Nothing like a ticking bomb

to get the blood pumping.

- Ever heard of a treadmill?

- Do I look like a hamster?

Do you really want to waste

your precious energy

spinning a wheel that goes nowhere?

The bigger the crime,

the bigger the challenge.

And everybody wants to beat the best.

The faster your precious promotion,

your hollow pay-raise comes.

What do you think?

I think you talk too much.

Hey, it's just my two cents.

I wish you'd chose a different path 'cause

there was a fork in your road somewhere.

You think you're walking

the righteous path, the right path,

but you're not. Your map's all wrong.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,

but this path is just gonna

see you at the bottom of a grave.

And how can you be so sure?

Because I've seen others

walk it before you.

Just my two cents.

Road clear. Area has been evacuated.

- Explosives team is on the way.

- On the way?

Get the barrier!

Move! Let's go, let's go!

Four minutes.

How do you wanna play it?

Let's see your work

up close and personal, shall we?

What are you doing?

My job. What are you doing?

You better not screw this up.

I wasn't planning on it, but thank you.

- What now?

- We walk.

Then you take this.

Keep the receiver open.

I wanna hear everything.

You ever consider maybe

I'm not afraid to die?

You think I'm just

going to tell you where it is?

You already have.

Here I am, an open book,

all the information right there in front

of you, and still you need my help.

You don't want this bomb

to go off any more than I do.

- And why would that be?

- 'Cause you're not done yet.

No.

Who are these innocents to you?

Do they really mean anything to you?

But, more importantly,

do you mean anything to them?

Do you think any one of them

would stop on the street

and give you a quarter

if you were starving?

No. You're not doing this for them.

A town like these people,

you are far too intelligent

to lie to yourself

about what you really are.

You know the truth about yourself.

What's that?

You're having fun.

Lucas.

I am going to tell you the

truth about who I am and what I want.

This whole goddamn nightmare of

a country is built on lies.

Women with fake tits.

All you see are reality shows,

a leader who says he's going

to take care of people.

Online, you have a thousand friends,

and not one in real life.

All lies.

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