Dard Divorce Page #3

Where are my children?

I know he has my stuff. And that dumb bastard

left your rugrats in the car.

Should I tell you what I

did with your little boy.

Okay, Tim you dumbass. You left

a sloppy mess in the kitchen.

One of the guys is still breathing. It didn't

give me much time to get the information...

I wanted before the police came.

And I'll tell you what. I got your

personal files from your boss's accounts

So I know where your wife is. And I know

that you know that, I have your kids here.

Now, you want to give me my money and my cokes.

Or I'm going to torture these bastards

slowly until you do.

You think I am bullshiting.

You think I am bullshiting, huh.

It was your kid.

And you're next.

-- You dirty bastard, I'm going to kill

you. -- Kill me, huh. I don't think so.

Actually, I don't give a sh*t about your kids.

I'll tell you the truth.

I didn't like them at all.

Your daughter though. She's still alive.

She's a sweet thing, sweet.

But she's scared.

Because she's got to stay there

alone with her dead brother.

I do not know where your damn

money is. Just leave me alone.

Leave you alone.

Maybe I should let you go, huh?

You know thats a good idea. Just let you go, huh.

That's what I'll do.

Give me that hand.

You know what I'm going to do. I'm

going to your cut fingers off, one by one.

F***.

Theres no need to be afraid of me. I'm

not really one of the good guys but.

-- I'm on your side. Can you walk?

-- I don't know.

I'm not going to harm you.

That sadistic bastard.

We have to bandage your wounds.

And then get rid of this body.

What the hell is all this. I havn't

done anything to these people.

I do not know what my husband did,

and nothing about money.

-- I just want my babies back.

-- I know.

-- My name is Daniel.

-- I'm Nathalie.

Nathalie, what a lovely name.

I'll get my bag and then tend to your

wounds. I'm a doctor.

That should take care of

your major physical wounds.

You should rest for a while. This

should take care of the pain somewhat.

And they're from your medicine chest.

Aricedimal 500mg, two should be enough.

-- I'll get rid of that body.

-- Why don't we just call the police.

And just what do you want to tell them.

You've got a mutilated body in your house.

Besides, Phil this gorilla

is one of nastiest pimps in

California.

When word gets out that you wasted him here,

in your house. His boys will be out for revenge.

And believe me, you don't want to

know what they'll do to you.

-- What did Tim do. -- Actually, nothing

Well, nothing he couldn't avoid.

Tim worked for Moha.

That's what everyone called him.

Moha is a fair but strict businessman.

He gave Tim a job even though

he didn't need him.

I also worked for Moha. But you can

Believe me he had his hands in everything.

He dealt with this gorilla Phil, the

Irish mafia and so on.

Certain things that weren't quite kosher.

Moha came to Tim 4 days ago.

-- Where are the others.

-- They left a half hour ago.

I've told them about a 1000 times not

to always leave you the dirty work.

It's okay, I don't mind.

-- Listen, this is no job for you.

-- Boss, I need this job.

You know that I'm going through a

divorce and that I'm seperated.

I need every penny I earn. These damn

legal fees are taking up everything.

If my wife wins and I can't see

the children. I'm ruined.

I know thats why I'm telling you

this jobs no good for you

I know something better. A friend of

mine has a club and he's looking for a manager.

Its a place for the wealthy.

And I know you have what it takes.

You'll be making three times what

you are earn here...

If you like you can start tomorrow night.

- So how does that sound

- Are you serious.

I'll call him up right now and tell him.

- Thats great.

- And stop by tomrorow to get your last pay check.

Sounds good.

Ok I'm going in for a minute to get my pay check.

Then we'll go get ice cream. Elisabeth what

was that you were begging me for

- Oh yeah, cabana jeans.

- I want rollerbaldes.

We'll go shopping after I get my check, OK.

Sounds, good.

--Get in the car.

--OK.

-- What the hell is going on Walter

-- Shut up Tim just drive. Or I'll waste you all.

So where?

I'll tell you as soon as I know.

Oh, sh*t.

How do you know what happened. That bastard

told me a completly differnt story.

Phil is a goddamn liar and a psychopath.

I got a call from a man who said he was Mr.Stein.

He confirmed what Walter said with his dieing breath.

I guess Walter couldn't say anymore as he was

overwhelmed by the pain

Any way I could hear the children in the background.

Then they're still alive.

I assume so. I don't think Walter could

do them any harm in his condition.

Tell me what to do damn it.

His guts are spilled all over the back seat.

Actually that wasn't one of

Walter's better moments.

Question is, How did Elvis leave the building?

Or your husband wanted nothing to do with it

and just left with your kids.

Or theres a third party involved thats unknown .

All we found was his car burnt

out with a corpse in it.

Actually you would come into question as well.

Since this is about one million dollars

of my money.

I would assume you want

nothing to do with the drugs.

I would suggest you help me in this situation.

An we'll find the whereabouts of your children.

And I'd be prepared to give you half of the money.

Why should you do that?

Well, normally I would have paid a millon for the coke.

If I get it for half, its a good deal.

- Do you know what the problem is with these stories.

- No what?

Nothing I've been told is true.

- And why is that. - The fact that

my husband was here is true.

But he didn't have a suitcase.

Let alone two of them

His right hand was badly wounded.

And he held it tight ot his chest.

- He died in my arms.

- Then were is the body?

It disappeared. I no that sounds stupid

and unbelievable. But its the truth.

You should take a nap now.

And I'll clean this mess up.

Sleep well my princess.

Momma, Momma

Please help me..

Momma, Momma

Jeremy!

Momma, Momma

Where are you?

What have you done? I can't feel

my arms and legs.

Well I put a tranquilizer in your water.

Its amazing how long you remained conscious.

As to your arms and legs I've injected

them with a local anesthesia.

You should remain still for quite some time.

You see I'm not as foolish as Phil.

I won't allow you to tap your motherly instincts

and regain your fighting spirit.

You see if I'm going to torture someone

I like to work in peace.

Usually they scream and pass out from the pain.

I find it more efficent to work with a anesthesia.

If you don't cooperate or scream

I'll have to gag you.

Would you like to know what I'm going to do first?

I'm going to amputate all your extremities.

Then I'll remove those beautiful eyes.

And if your still silent.

I will silence you.

I'll cut out your tongue.

Then seperate your vocal chords.

Then I'll bandage all your wounds. And drop you

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