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- Don't be rough.

- There is no need to do that.

- You know, someone died here, okay?

We don't joke about things like that.

Do you understand?

Yeah, that is true.

I'm not joking. I am sure

that this tire killed Martina.

Oh, that is enough! Alright?

I don't want to see you anymore. Okay?

We will settle this tonight. Now squirm!

You're getting on my nerves, go!

You're a little jumpy.

Not usually.

And take your f***ing tire, would you?!

Sorry.

Mr. Hugues, can I ask you some

questions for the investigation?

Sure, go ahead.

How was your relationship with Martina?

We got along fine, you know,

employer, employee.

- You were satisfied with her work?

- Yeah.

Nothing in particular you'd mention

about her behaviour?

No.

Very good.

It's been 6 hours, the poison has

had time to take effect. We can stop.

- The poison?

- Yes, we poisoned the spectators.

And go home now, Mr. Huges.

We don't need you anymore.

- Thank you very much.

- I don't understand.

It was a pleasure working with you.

Everybody, listen!

I have something important to announce.

Pay attention, please.

You can all relax.

It's over. We're stopping now.

Thanks, and...

congratulations to all.

Great job.

What did you mean, Chad?

I meant exactly what I just said.

It's over.

You can go home with your families now.

It's been a pleasure working with you.

You're out of your mind?

Why do you want us to go home?

Come on.

Stop acting like this is real life.

I'm telling you we're done.

There's no one watching anymore, okay?

No use going on.

Stop.

Finish. We're packing in.

But... this is real life, Chad.

We have a dead body over here.

No.

Come on. It's not real life.

Look at you, you have a stuffed

toy alligator under your arm.

So?

Okay. I'm gonna show you something.

Denise, take your gun.

- Why?

- Take it, I tell you!

It's an order!

- Now point it to me and shoot.

- No way!

Doug, you do it.

Don't think. Just shoot.

Oh God!

You see?

I don't feel a thing.

No pain whatsoever.

It's not real.

You understand?

Everything is fake.

Shoot again.

Now you believe me?

This situation is not real.

Go home.

It's all over.

Thanks.

What about the cleaning lady?

She's really dead?

Open the bag. You might be surprised.

It is a regular corpse.

Give her a good slap, you'll see.

Stop your bullshit. She's got no head.

It's not funny.

Shake her up.

So? Nothing happened.

She is dead. The body is cold.

How cold?

One of the spectators

didn't eat the turkey.

He's alive

and watching as we speak.

Damn!

You sure this is true?

Master.

You have to go on.

Okay. Excuse me, please.

I made a little mistake.

Forget everything I just said.

I'm sorry.

I got a little out of myself.

We're not quite done.

How was your relationship with Martina?

- You're bleeding, lieutenant.

- Don't mind that.

It is nothing.

Let's proceed. Answer my question.

Ah, like I've said,

We got along fine, you know,

employee, employer.

You were happy with her work?

Like I said before, Yeah.

Nothing in particular you'd mention?

No.

Were you in contact with her family?

I met her brother once.

He was... ah... rather obese.

We really didn't talk.

Okay. Do you know if Martina was...

in good terms with her obese brother?

Maybe.

Do you think the obese brother...

could be directly or indirectly...

involved with Martina's death?

Mr. Huges?

"Oh God, the kid was right."

"The killer is a tire."

You killed Martina?

You're gonna be in trouble

with the police.

You know what the police are?

Do you talk? I mean...

Talk... Mm...

Me.

Human. Boy.

Answer me!

This is what our killer looks like.

A tire?

Exactly.

I give you an hour to find him.

It can't have run far.

If you have any questions,

It is now or never.

What brand of tire?

We don't know yet.

Probably brandless.

- Is it worn?

- Yes.

Is it black?

It escaped on the road. That way.

So...

What might you fancy?

Farm chicken?

Or maybe potato mashed with olive oil

and mushroom fricassee.

I'll be fine, thank you.

Wait until you see the rest.

Tuna Tartare on a bed of artichoke

with violet flavor and white asparagus.

It's tempting, isn't it?

Okay, you know, I'm not hungry.

So just forget it.

Dessert then, perhaps?

Chocolate eclairs.

It's... whoof... lovely. How could...

Hey, hey, I'm telling you

I'm not hungry, alright?

And you're wasting my time.

Just go away.

Come on. You gotta eat something.

It is unhealthy.

You can't go on like this.

You can't... You...

Have a yoghurt, at least.

Just do that for me.

I just want to watch the end in peace.

Wait all you want,

'cause there is no end.

Fine, I'll watch it anyway, alright?

I like it.

What's happening?

What's happening? He's rolling.

The cops are chasing him.

It's a pretty exciting scene.

Is that so?

Where? I can't see.

Right there. I see it.

- Where?

- Here.

Go on.

Then, one day,

My father wanna do something nice for us

and he took us on a vacation

to the mountain. But...

...because we had no money, we...

...couldn't take a skiing. So...

...along with my brother,

we started going on

these walks in the snow.

We didn't even have shoes.

It's funny...

And then...

my brother... climbs up a rock,

and slips, falls into a crack.

Dumb accident.

You surely don't wanna try the eclair?

It's amazing.

I'm fine, thanks.

where was I?

Ah yeah...

My brother falls into a crack.

and I don't know why,

but instead of offer help,

I take this some enormous rock

and I smash him into the face with it.

And then he stops screaming.

Damn.

You have something for stomache?

I ate too fast.

Oh, sh*t!

That stuff was supposed to be

for you to eat!

Oh God, it burns!

I don't want to die!

Help me!

Help me. Oh God, please!

Oh, it burns!

I'm going to die! I don't want to die!

Help me please. Help me...

You can't do that.

Really?

Well, you can if you want,

but it's against the rules.

So what... can I or can't I?

Unit 4 central. You receive?

We located the tire.

You receive?

I repeat. We located the tire

inside a house.

You're on.

We receive you, unit 4.

What did you mean by "located"?

We just saw him.

He's in a house on Belly Ball Road,

watching TV. What should we do?

Stay put. We're on our way.

You alright?

We're gonna neck him.

The door just opened. He's coming.

Alright, go ahead, read.

Come.

Closer.

Come on. Closer. I was expecting you.

Come on. Come here.

Articulate.

Come on. Come here.

"Come here and kill me,

you son of a b*tch."

Come closer and kill me,

you little jerk.

Stick to the text. Go on.

Son of a b*tch.

Come on.

Closer.

That's good. He's biting.

Go on.

Come on.

You know I've been very naughty.

You have to punish me.

Come. Come punish me.

Who wrote this garbage?

Don't worry about that. Go on.

You like me?

You think I'm sexy?

Come on, be a good boy,

blow my head off, you big slut...

Sorry, I can't read that.

It is too aweful.

Get out of the way.

You're gonna ruin everything.

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