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You can all relax.

It's over. We're stopping now.

Thanks, and...

congratulations to all.

Great job.

What did you mean, Chad?

I meant exactly what I just said.

It's over.

You can go home with your families now.

It's been a pleasure working with you.

You're out of your mind?

Why do you want us to go home?

Come on.

Stop acting like this is real life.

I'm telling you we're done.

There's no one watching anymore, okay?

No use going on.

Stop.

Finish. We're packing in.

But... this is real life, Chad.

We have a dead body over here.

No.

Come on. It's not real life.

Look at you, you have a stuffed

toy alligator under your arm.

So?

Okay. I'm gonna show you something.

Denise, take your gun.

- Why?

- Take it, I tell you!

It's an order!

- Now point it to me and shoot.

- No way!

Doug, you do it.

Don't think. Just shoot.

Oh God!

You see?

I don't feel a thing.

No pain whatsoever.

It's not real.

You understand?

Everything is fake.

Shoot again.

Now you believe me?

This situation is not real.

Go home.

It's all over.

Thanks.

What about the cleaning lady?

She's really dead?

Open the bag. You might be surprised.

It is a regular corpse.

Give her a good slap, you'll see.

Stop your bullshit. She's got no head.

It's not funny.

Shake her up.

So? Nothing happened.

She is dead. The body is cold.

How cold?

One of the spectators

didn't eat the turkey.

He's alive

and watching as we speak.

Damn!

You sure this is true?

Master.

You have to go on.

Okay. Excuse me, please.

I made a little mistake.

Forget everything I just said.

I'm sorry.

I got a little out of myself.

We're not quite done.

How was your relationship with Martina?

- You're bleeding, lieutenant.

- Don't mind that.

It is nothing.

Let's proceed. Answer my question.

Ah, like I've said,

We got along fine, you know,

employee, employer.

You were happy with her work?

Like I said before, Yeah.

Nothing in particular you'd mention?

No.

Were you in contact with her family?

I met her brother once.

He was... ah... rather obese.

We really didn't talk.

Okay. Do you know if Martina was...

in good terms with her obese brother?

Maybe.

Do you think the obese brother...

could be directly or indirectly...

involved with Martina's death?

Mr. Huges?

"Oh God, the kid was right."

"The killer is a tire."

You killed Martina?

You're gonna be in trouble

with the police.

You know what the police are?

Do you talk? I mean...

Talk... Mm...

Me.

Human. Boy.

Answer me!

This is what our killer looks like.

A tire?

Exactly.

I give you an hour to find him.

It can't have run far.

If you have any questions,

It is now or never.

What brand of tire?

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