Simple Men Page #7

But i won't lie for you.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

- Hello, kate.

- Hello, sheriff.

Kate, i understand

you know the young man

we're holding over at vic's garage?

Yes.

How long have you known him?

Since yesterday.

We believe he's traveling

with another man.

Have you seen him with another man?

- Yes.

- When?

Early this morning.

Where?

Nearby.

- Can you be a little more specific?

- Yes.

Kate, this man we're dealing with

is quite possibly a dangerous criminal.

How do you know?

What do you mean how do i know?

What is it that makes

a man dangerous anyway?

Look, i'm asking

the questions here, okay?

Well, i guess i don't

have any choice, do i?

That's right, you don't.

Now, look, where exactly

did you see these two men together last?

- In the street.

- This street.

Yes.

Do you know where this

other man is now?

No.

- Where's jack?

- He left.

- Where's he go?

- Florida.

- This other man go with him?

- No.

Mind if we search the premises?

You'll have to get a warrant.

Now what?

Can i have your car keys?

Maybe they won't come back.

- They'll come back.

- Maybe they won't ask any questions.

They'll ask questions.

Kate, look, i know life is just one

endless quagmire of futility,

broken dreams, and smashed hopes.

You're not doing yourself

any good covering up for this guy.

You give your heart and soul to people,

and they just stomp it to pieces.

Love, affection, consideration,

these things are myths

invented in a torture chamber...

a torture chamber in hell.

What do we know

about another person anyway?

They have their own needs

and wants.

Their own passionate

and perverse dreams.

Falling in love is like sticking

an ice pick in your forehead,

but we keep doing it.

We hurt ourselves into the cauldron

of passion. The bottomless pit of desire.

Don't move.

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