The Place Page #4

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- Did you get the money ?

- Yes.

- That's what you wanted.

- I wanted him too.

- You asked for the money.

- I wanted the thief too.

- You weren't clear.

- Where is he ?

- Who knows.

- You f***ing know !

- No.

- You know!

Calm down.

Last night, my partner and I

were on duty.

We got a tip-off.

We went to this sort of warehouse

but he heard us coming,

he left the money and fled.

- Why are you lying ?

- I'm not lying.

Who's the thief?

- Tell me who he is.

- I'm sick of your f***ing games.

- Tell me where he is.

- I told you I have no idea.

I almost killed someone for you.

Let's get things straight:

you almost killed someone

for you, not me.

Do you expect me

to pull another stupid f***ing stunt?

Another one of your shitty deals ?

Listen, f*** off. Write that down.

How's it going ?

- Not well.

- Why ?

I went to some night clubs

but only met drunk men

who wanted to take me to bed.

- You just have to get pregnant.

- Not like that.

If I'm going to do it,

I want him to be someone I like.

That's not required.

For me it is.

It's too hard to find a man.

- I understand.

- You understand ?

If you understood...

if you really can make me

feel God again, then just do it.

- I can't.

- I beg you.

Just do what I asked.

- You can't force me.

- I'm not.

I took vows.

Then keep them

and continue living without God.

Or break them...

get pregnant,

put the baby up for adoption,

find God again, and be a nun.

- Nobody will ever know.

- I'll know.

And like you said... my Lord.

Do you have one ?

We all have one.

The bomb is ready.

- Ready ?

- Yes.

I took it to Green Apple.

But you didn't detonate.

Who am I to kill so many people

just to have my husband back ?

- You can back out.

- I know.

But then I thought:

Who am I not to do it?

Lots of people kill,

in one way or another,

to get what they want...

So...

I'll go back there

next weekend.

Someone is watching the girl.

Aman.

I saw him following her.

The barman who works by her house.

I see him at school, by her home,

at the pool, everywhere.

Wherever she goes, he goes.

The barman ?

I know it seems crazy,

but I'm sure of it.

Can I pick a new kid ?

- No.

- Come on !

I'll pick a new kid and save my son !

Once you start you can't change.

- What about him ?

- These are the rules.

Maybe he knows...

did you tell anyone about me ?

- No.

- Are you sure ?

Stop it.

I noticed something...

whenever the girl lags behind

or throws a tantrum,

her parents yell and hit her.

Hit her ?

They slap her.

If they do this in public,

they do worse at home.

That makes you feel better ?

It's crazy, I know.

- I met her.

- Who ?

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