Big Bad Wolves Page #4

- Aren't we going overboard?

- Say what?

Ah.

You two were talking

when I was upstairs.

He must've gotten you thinking.

He's good.

You're good.

What, are you going

to kill me now too?

It would be stupid of me to

kill the cop that kidnapped...

abused and executed

the prime suspect.

- I'm not stupid.

- Okay.

This isn't funny.

Put the gun down.

Get some rest.

Okay.

Now I'm ready to hear

what you have to tell me.

You look angry.

Are you angry?

Please, you have to stop this.

I have a daughter of my own.

So what?

Am I supposed to feel sympathy?

Mercy?

Is that haw you softened

sleeping beauty over here?

By speaking

about your daughter?

I'm a dad too.

Why would I do this

to a little girl?

I really don't know.

Perhaps you can enlighten me.

Why would a father

do something like this

to someone else's daughter?

It was her birthday yesterday.

I'm sure it was very exciting.

I bet you had balloons

and lit candles.

Was there a cake too?

I'm sure you didn't put the

secret ingredient in that cake.

Or do you like to touch

your own daughter too?

Shut your mouth.

Or do you have rules?

You only touch

other people's daughters.

I never touched your daughter.

You may continue.

Okay.

It's the cake.

I'll be right back.

We'll let you cool off a bit.

No! No! No!

No!

Great.

Now you wake him up.

Suppose you break loose...

what's your next step?

Untie me!

It won't happen.

No!

Peace be upon you.

Upon you be peace.

Could you roll me one?

Take mine.

I'll roll another one.

Thank you very much.

Is that it?

I just wanted one drag.

My wife doesn't let me.

Your wife, huh?

- Well, goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I put one candle. At our age,

many candles would be impolite.

Want to blow it out?

You don't have to.

I'll do it. Make a wish.

Did you make a wish?

Don't tell me.

Would you look at that?

We never get a break.

God damn it.

- What are you doing here?

- Ask your mom.

As soon as she heard you're

sick, she made some soup.

- Can I come in?

- Sure.

Come in, come in.

You have a stove?

- Can I be honest, son?

- Always.

Your mom thinks

you're losing it.

She's worried for nothing.

I'm starting

to think she's right.

Dad!

You left your home,

moved to a hellhole.

Pardon me, but... a hellhole

surrounded by Arabs.

Does that sound normal to you?

I just wanted to get away.

Are you trying

to kill your mother?

- Of course not, dad.

- Because you're killing her.

No, I'm not!

Are you bleeding?

- What?

- Bleeding, bleeding.

Look at your lovely shirt.

I was painting something

downstairs in the basement.

While you're sick?

Yes!

But why red?

- Red is for girls.

- Dad.

Whatever. I don't get

your generation anyway.

I think the soup is ready.

Come, let's have

something to eat.

Nothing beats mom's soup,

right, Gidin'ka?

What was that, Gidi?

On top of Arabs,

you have rats here too?

- Forget it. it's nothing.

- Nothing?

You've got one hell of

a rat there.

Okay, I'll go check it out.

- Should I come with you?

- There's no need.

I think I can manage.

Don't be a wise guy!

Finish your soup, daddy.

My dad came to visit.

I suggest you keep it down.

Nod your head

if you understand.

Do you understand?

How about you?

Do you understand?

What's going on, Gidi?

You almost killed me, dad.

- What's going on here?

- It's nothing.

Go upstairs.

I'm not going upstairs until

you tell me what's going on!

I think that's all of them.

You've lost it.

Completely.

Dad, go upstairs.

I'll tell you everything.

I don't understand you.

I don't expect you

to understand.

You're throwing your life away.

What life, dad?

Mika is dead.

I know.

But your mom is still alive.

This will kill her.

It's not too late

to back down, son.

I'm going through

with this, dad.

- Gidi, please.

- You know why Tzipie left me?

I'm not getting involved.

Some things are between

a man and his wife.

I was supposed to pick Mika up

the clay he took her from me...

but I forgot.

You know why I forgot?

Because I was

with my secretary.

Gidin'ka.

And while she was giving me a

blowj*b, Tzipie called to say...

that they called from school...

because I forgot

to pick up Michaela.

Now do you get it, dad?

I put Mika...

- ...in his hands.

- Don't say that.

No father should have

to bury his child.

But if I'm already being

punished for my bad deeds...

and I've clone plenty

in my time...

then at least I'll take

that son of a b*tch with me.

But not before

he tells me where...

he buried the head

of my daughter.

Your granddaughter.

I owe that to Tzipie.

No mother should have to

bury a headless daughter.

Is there no way

to talk you out of this?

No, daddy.

Not this time.

Psst. Hey. Hey.

Can you hear me?

Next time he asks you where his

daughter's head is, answer him.

- But I don't know.

- That's not the point!

We're dealing with a nutcase.

Just name a place,

buy us some time.

Got it?

Just don't tell him right away.

Take some pain first.

Take some pain first?

Yes, for a bit, so that he

doesn't get suspicious.

And then tell him.

Understood?

Understood?!

Mm-hmm.

So what's the plan?

- What?

- I want to help.

- What do you mean "help?"

- I gather he's not talking.

Come on, dad.

Go home to mom.

I'm not leaving until he talks.

Then tell mom

you're sleeping over.

The bastard won't be

talking any time soon.

Have you done

the fire test yet?

"Fire test?"

They don't teach you anything

in the army these days, huh?

If there's one thing I learned

while serving in the army...

is that, much like animals...

what scares people

the most is fire.

Fire, you say.

I need a blowtorch.

So you're the son of a b*tch

who killed my granddaughter.

What kind of monster

would do such a thing?

What are you doing?

Patience. You'll know

everything soon enough.

Gidin'ka, will I have

to wait much longer?

Sorry, it took me

a while to find it.

- Dad, what are you doing?

- Defrosting the meat.

That's great,

but that's the wrong meat.

That's the cop.

- That's the pedophile.

- Ah.

How could I confuse the two?

It never used to

happen to me. it's age.

It does terrible things

to the mind.

Your mind is fine, dad.

I can understand

your confusion.

- You're just saying that.

- No, I can really understand.

He looks more like

a pedophile than him.

This one looks like

he couldn't hurt a fly.

That's why he hurts

little girls.

What are you doing?

I hear you're not

talking to my son.

I told him I didn't do it.

Now I'm telling you the same.

Could you talk to him?

Calm him down?

You have my word

that I'll talk to him...

but first I want you

to answer one question.

Look at me.

If I knew something, don't you

think I'd tell him by now?

Maybe.

But just to be

on the safe side...

I'll ask one more time.

Gidin'ka...

the blowtorch.

Are you going

to tell me where you...

buried my granddaughter's head?

I really don't know.

No!

You smell that, Gidin'ka?

It smells like a barbeque.

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