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Yes.

Mrs. Stein Forensics Group have checked this

terrance for hours. And we found nothing.

It's becoming a bit difficult

to lend any believe to your story.

-- You mean you don't believe me.

-- I'm not saying that.

I think you need to understand

my perspective.

This terrace is so clean that

we'll never find anything.

No prints, no DNA, nothing.

What we have found however, are traces of

cleaning fluid and plenty of it.

That was then, Tim said that they were after him

They removed all the evidence.

Okay, if I may play the Skeptic.

What you are trying to tell me is

that from the time you called us, until the time

we came here. A special forces cleaning crew

marched in and removed

all traces of the crime.

Now you don't believe that. Do you?

There's no body, no traces

of blood, no DNA, theres nothing.

-- You are a lawyer, right?

-- Yes.

Now I think you need to think about your

testimony, or your statement

whatever it is you want to call it.

It's just not very believable.

Okay, I think we are done here.

Miss Stein.

-- Yes.

-- Hi this is detective Carry.

-- Do you have my children.

-- No, not a trace.

-- Do you know anyone from Persia.

-- No, no one.

Think about it, maybe a client.

Or someone you sent to prison.

-- Whose been recently released.

-- I was never involved in criminal cases.

I only deal in domestic and

civil suits.

-- Okay, but what about your husband.

-- We have been separated for almost 2 years

I have no idea what

circuit, he moved in.

-- I just want my kids back.

-- I know. Look, I am sorry

I can't do anything for you. Okay.

Now the only person who could possibly

help us with this case

-- It's your husband. -- How often do I

have to say this. He is dead.

why can't you get that through your head.

Look, OK. As soon as we find

something out we'll let you know.

Alright, meanwhile, I'll send an

officer. He should be there soon.

-- What for?

-- Well you received a very threatening letter.

Now if someone really has taken

your children. Other than your husband.

-- Well they'll likely try to contact you.

-- Okay.

Alright, bye.

I wouldn't do you any harm.

Believe me. No one will harm you.

-- My name is detective Warren.

-- Yes, I know. Please come in.

-- So wheres your telephone.

-- Here in the office.

Okay, thank you. What I'm going to

do is to tap your telephone.

Put a trace on it.

-- So if anybody calls, we got him.

-- Okay.

-- Would you like a cup of coffee.

-- Yes, thank you.

-- With milk and sugar.

-- Yes, please.

-- Oh my god you just scared me to death.

-- I'm sorry I did not mean to frighten you.

-- Are you already done with the phone.

-- Yes. Miss Stein.

-- I think I have some bad news

for you. -- Oh my god, what happened.

-- I think its better if you sit down.

-- Somethings happened to my children.

No, but we found out that your husband Tim

was involved with some strange characters.

He working as a cook in the diner.

I don't have to tell you that what

he earned was not enough to live on.

Let alone pay for a lawyer.

The next time you're late don't

bother coming at all.

And you can get your things out of the dumpster.

Now mop up the floor and get the f*** out of here.

Loser.

Yeah, we'll do the deal at

eight o'clock in the morning.

What, of course, I got the damn stuff

what are you talking about.

Don't worry about a thing. My

boys are experienced.

Hey, Tim. Stop by tomorrow

and get your last paycheck.

But don't come before 10, jerk.

-- How could you possibly know all that.

-- Your husband Tim, left the mess in the kitchen.

One of the cooks had 5 slugs in him.

Unfortunate for him, he didn't hit any

vital organs. He's still alive.

And he became conscience today,

and gave me his statement.

Where are my children?

Do you know, it beats me. I think

your husband fled with them.

We've been checking the Mexican borders, but you

know its a big border, so its going to take some time.

A million dollars in hard cash,

go's a long way in Mexico.

-- What are you talking about, my husband is dead.

-- What do you mean.

He died yesterday, here on my

varanda. In my arms.

Then the body disappeared as I was

upstairs and calling the police.

Why don't you know anything about it

if you are involved in the case.

That would be the fault of my colleagues.

I was reassigned to the case last night.

So I am not caught up on all the details.

I'm just a small fish.

I'm not that important.

You know if I do this case well,

I'll even get promoted.

Now, is there anything at all, I mean anything

that you can tell me to help me solve this case.

I would really appreciate it.

That's strange. Your boss didn't even believe

me last night that Tim died.

No body, no blood, no murder.

My boss is very precise in his cases.

-- He likes to play by the book.

-- What was his name?

I am so bad with remembering names.

His name is Gates.

Detective James Gates.

Oh yeah right. Something like that I think.

Well, Mr. Warren.

You see, I can't even remember your name

after such a short time.

You've been through a lot in the last few days.

I understand how you can forget things

I would like to be alone now, for a while.

I am very tired, and I don't think

someone will call this late.

Before I go can I ask you a question.

-- Do you have a cell phone.

-- No, it is broken.

-- Anyway, I would like some time ...

-- Miss Stein, I think you should go lay down.

I've been given strict orders

to keep an eye on you.

It came from the top.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.

-- You know, I could lose my job.

-- Well, Mr. Warren.

Or whoever you are, you are not a cop.

And I remember names very well.

And there's no detective

James Gates, his name was Carry.

And it is my decision if I want the police

protection or not. So please leave now.

You don't decide anything here.

I'm the one who makes decisions.

Do you understand me.

You do not want to piss me off.

You got that.

Go to hell.

You dumb c*nt you want to play rough?

I swear to god, I told you not to piss me off.

You like that.

That stuff about your husband dieing on your

terrace. Don't beleive a f***ing word of it.

Now I know he was here. And I know that

he hid my stuff here somewhere.

Listen now girl. Tell me where my sh*t is.

I don't like to repeat myself.

You know I don't think you want me to hurt you.

No, you don't want that.

It's very easy.

You tell me where your husband

Tim hid my money and my coke.

And you get with just a busted f***ing nose.

My husband said nothing. The only thing he

said was that you have the children.

-- So where in hell are they.

-- You do not want to piss me off.

I don't think you're in any kind of position

to be asking questions around here.

OK.

Kiss my ass, you piece of sh*t.

You want it you're way, huh.

Now you tell me what I want.

Happy now, see. I take one.

Tell me what the f*** I want to know.

I'm going to slice you to pieces.

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