Life Eternal Page #6

a person might not know

what he's doing.

I'm not listening to this baby crap.

I'd like to say good-bye.

Why?

Tomorrow you're being transferred

to the Sigmund Freud Clinic.

I'm not going to a nuthouse.

Good-bye, Mr. Brenner.

Brenner, you old licker!

Everything okay, Brenner?

I prefer this half.

Good morning.

How are we today?

I was just on a beach in Yugoslavia.

Yugoslavia doesn't exist anymore.

It fell apart.

Don't forget to take your pills, okay?

Yes?

He already started.

Be right there.

I'm telling you for the last time:

Stop lying!

Your fingerprints are on the cash box.

He owed me for three weeks work.

So you swiped the money.

You took it, right?

Yes.

And before that you argued

about the money and shot him?

No.

I don't even have a gun.

No gun?

You got rid of it, right?

Tossed it in the Mur?

You tossed it in the Mur!

Sorry, what is Mur?

What is Mur?

Don't act so stupid!

Huh?

You don't know the Mur?

Are you f***ing with me?

Officer, step outside.

Boss, I almost had him.

Why don't you let him tell his story?

What, about the mysterious woman?

It's so unlikely!

I don't believe him.

Why would he make it up if it's so unlikely?

Because he's dumb!

That's exactly your problem.

What's my problem?

You talk down to him.

No, that's not true.

It is.

To you he's someone

who swipes stuff and steals...

and dances around the fire like a jungle bunny,

singing about how good Gypsy life is.

And that's the feeling you give him.

You'll never win his trust.

That's not how to interrogate someone.

Do you think maybe

you've been sitting behind a desk too long?

You think so?

- I don't know.

Maybe that's how you investigated

a neighborhood stabbing in the 80s.

I don't know what you're smart-mouthing about.

Your crime-solving rate is 67%,

nothing to write home about.

I'm going to lunch.

No, you're not.

You're going to the lab.

I want to know if the vomit traces in the sink

match with his DNA.

Enjoy your lunch.

So, Mr. Pinto.

I have a program...

we can use to generate a composite

or photofit image of the woman you saw.

All right?

- Okay.

What did she look like?

How tall was she?

Hair color?

That's her.

What?

The woman in the picture.

That's who I saw.

No, no, that's my...

Are you crazy?

I'm positive! That's her.

What kind of bullshit is that?

This is just some photo from the Internet.

That was the woman...

who was at our shop.

I'm positive.

I'll be right back.

Do you have one of these too?

How did it happen?

How do you even know him?

Just so I understand, you know?

I wanted to help you.

Don't you think

I can do anything for myself anymore?

What am I to you?

A loser?

A basket case, or what?

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