Big Bad Wolves Page #2

I don't have time

for this, okay?

Good, then we agree.

And don't forget

- to pick her up on Wednesday.

- Okay, I won't forget.

Look at this.

He just arrived

and is going out already?

Who helps old ladies

these days?

Eti, tell me you've got something for me.

I've got exactly

what you're looking for.

When can I see it?

Now, if you want.

What's the address?

- I'll text you the details.

- You're an angel.

Just know it's a hellhole.

It's hours away.

A hellhole is good.

Well?

Did I nail it or what?

You nailed it!

Yours?

Funny.

If you ask me,

this is a serious dump.

I don't get why anyone

would want to live here.

- Eti.

- Sorry.

You're right.

The first rule of real estate

is never to judge

your client's taste.

But the interior

looks like a palace.

Shall we go in?

You said you needed

quiet to write.

I think this

is as quiet as it gets.

It's practically

a graveyard here.

- And the basement?

- The basement?

Wouldn't you rather

check out the bedroom first?

- Eti.

- The basement, the basement.

Big basement,

just like you asked for.

Shall we test it?

What do you mean

by "test it?"

I'll go upstairs,

and I want you to scream.

- Scream?

- Yes.

As loud as you can.

I don't get it.

My son will be playing

his drums here.

I want to make sure

it won't disturb my writing.

Oh...

I get it. You freaked me out

for a sec.

So I'll go upstairs, you count

to ten and start yelling.

Sure.

Ten...

Nine...

Eight...

Five...

Four...

One.

The things you'll do

for a commission.

Ahh...

- You can stop now.

- You frightened me half to death.

- Sorry.

- Well, what do you think?

I think I'll take it.

Great!

You'll also like the price.

It's surrounded by Arab villages,

so it's really cheap.

Shall we go?

What are you doing here?

Still living

with your parents, huh?

My parents are dead.

I thought

you only killed children.

You're not allowed to be here.

It's true what

they say about small dogs...

That they only bark?

This one likes to bite.

Hey...

This isn't over.

Hi, it's me.

I know, I see

your name on the display.

Yeah, you're right.

Funny.

What do you want, Dror?

I want to see you girls.

But I don't want to see you.

Anat, I didn't do anything.

I can't deal

with this right now.

At least let me see Tali.

Today is her birthday.

It's too soon, Dror.

I bought her

the bicycle she wanted.

Tie it to the fence tonight.

She'll see it in the morning.

By then

it won't be her birthday.

Dror, I have to hang up.

Come in.

Where's the kid?

Did you send him

to the traffic department too?

You're in no position

to be joking around. Sit.

What now?

Yes, Tsvika.

We've been kind of busy here.

Kind of.

You really screwed me over

with your blooper video.

Son of a b*tch.

Who's a son of a b*tch?

The bastard who promised

to take it off.

It's out there, Micki.

And it makes us look bad.

Real bad.

The police already have

a bad reputation. Now this?

Listen, the guys upstairs

are pressuring me.

Oh, I see where

this talk is going.

It's only temporary,

until this fiasco blows over.

Tomorrow another clip

will go viral.

That's how it is

these days on the net.

You're a star

for a split second.

- Let's just hope he won't sue.

- He won't.

- How do you know?

- I just do.

- Seriously, Micki.

- Look, it's only a matter of time

until this clip

ends up on the news.

The only way to prevent

the sh*t that's coming our way...

is by proving the little prick

is guilty. Do you understand?

Why are you asking me?

You're not a cop anymore.

You're a civilian.

Civilians can do

whatever they want...

As long as they

don't get caught.

Come.

Start digging.

You're making a mistake.

Dig, dig.

Did I ask you to stop digging?

Are you going to shoot me now?

Listen carefully.

I know that at this point

you'll confess to everything

I tell you to...

so let's just stick

to the facts.

I already have the bodies.

I want you to tell me

where the heads are.

What heads?

I'm asking you

for the last time.

Where did you hide them?

Stop!

I have no idea!

You're insane!

- You have to stop this insanity!

- I'll stop

once you tell me

where they are.

No!

Are you going to help me

with him?

Are you from his department?

Are you kidding?

I'm from Internal Affairs.

I hope you put an end

to this saga.

So do I.

You can get in the car.

Once again, thank you.

Before I let you go...

I must ask you...

not to try anything funny,

and not to shout.

Not because I have a gun...

and not because where we are

no one would hear you anyway...

but because we're adults...

and adults don't shout,

they talk.

Nod your head

if you understand.

Are you out of your mind?!

I thought we had

an understanding.

- Do you know who I am?

- I know who you are.

I think you've forgotten

who I am.

- Have we met?

- Not formally.

We met once in an abandoned

field.

Sorry, I'm bad with faces.

I'll help you remember.

You were standing

over my daughter's body.

One could even say

you put her there.

Don't be scared.

I have no interest in you.

You're only here

because you got in my way.

And as I see it...

- you owe me.

- I owe you?

- According to the chaos theory.

- Chaos what?

Don't they teach you anything

at the police academy?

All it takes is for a butterfly

to flutter its wings...

Flutter?

I'll explain it in a way

that even a detective in the

Israeli police can understand.

If you hadn't beaten

the bastard...

he wouldn't have been released

and killed my daughter.

Why do you think

I kidnapped the bastard?

I saw what you did.

You're always interrupting.

I actually feel

I'm making progress.

You'd never get him

to talk anyway.

- Maniacs aren't afraid of guns.

- No? What then?

Maniacs are afraid of maniacs.

As I see it,

there are three options here.

One, I let you go...

but now you know too much,

and you might try and stop me.

Which leads me to option two.

I finish you off right now,

and frame you for all the sh*t

that's about to go down

with the smurf downstairs.

But you're a cop.

I don't want to break

my mother's heart.

So that brings me

to option three...

which seems like

the best option for both of us.

- I make you an accomplice.

- You want to kill him?

I want to know where he

buried my daughter's head.

If, as fate would have it,

he dies in the process...

from blood loss

or oxygen deficiency...

you won't see me shed a tear.

Well?

What's your decision?

I'm with you,

but only until he talks.

Good enough for me.

- Should we discuss strategy?

- Strategy?

You know, good cop, bad cop?

- There's no room for good cops.

- No problem.

Bad cop, bad cop.

Uhh...

Do you want me to do anything?

Follow my lead.

Are you okay?

Shall we begin?

Yes?

No?

Okay.

Here we go.

Don't you have a phone book?

It works better

with a phone book.

We're not at that point yet.

I thought I'd read The Dwarf,

a children's story, first.

Oh, sorry.

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