The Place Page #4

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Covering up a report is tricky,

a violent crime report is impossible.

Is that the only problem ?

My son's gone,

he might be in trouble.

- Give me a hand.

- Why did he leave ?

At times I'd come home

from work tired,

grouchy... intoxicated, we can say.

Every f***-up I did

spilled over onto my son.

I want to rectify that.

Or is it too late ?

It's not too late.

I think.

Hello.

Hi.

How was your day ?

Fine, thanks.

Got a second to talk ?

To talk ?

People usually come to me

to ask for something.

Well, I just want to talk.

Is it that odd ?

No.

People usually ask me

for complicated things.

People, people, people...

I'm not like other people.

Well ?

Hello, my name is Angela.

Hi, Angela.

And your name ?

It's not important.

Usually men love

talking about themselves.

I'm interested in others.

What do you see in others ?

Everything.

Good or bad things ?

Things that are...

unexpected.

And ?

I f***ed up.

I was right about that man.

Who ?

The barman.

Tell me...

The police must be after me,

someone must've seen my plates.

Calm down and tell me what happened.

I was watching her

from inside my car.

My throat was dry, my tummy ached,

I was about to leave but thought:

"lfl don't do it, every time I go home

my son's room will be empty !"

And so I stepped on the gas

and drove toward her.

And she looked at me.

The girl turned around

and looked straight at me.

That guy just showed up

and saved her,

I almost hit her,

then I raced off.

I left the car in a mall parking lot

and walked home.

I told my wife

the car had been stolen.

This is not the kind of father

I want to be.

- Why'd you go to church ?

- To think...

and be alone.

She approached me,

she was very kind and open.

And I started thinking

that with a church-going girl

it'd be easier to get her to trust me.

That's horrible, isn't it?

She's very thin which is crucial.

- Why ?

- She can't defend herself.

How do you know she's thin ?

I touched her face, shoulders,

she's tiny.

She let you touch her ?

She's shy, but I explained

that's how I "see" people

so she let me do it.

Last night we met up

at a diner by my house.

Was she relaxed ?

I've been out with sighted girls

before, I know the drill:

they trust me.

Everyone trusts a blind guy.

A blind guy can't hurt you, damn it.

- Next date ?

- Tomorrow at the same diner.

I just want to talk to her,

I won't invite her over

or she might say no.

How'll you rape her ?

I don't want to rape anyone.

Back out.

You can.

I did it, I did it.

I placed the bomb in the diner.

- Mrs. Marcella.

- Now my husband will get well ?

The Alzheimer's is gone now ?

So he can come home to me, right?

- You didn't set off the bomb.

- I did.

- No.

- I did.

Or you wouldn't be here

talking about Alzheimer's.

I'm sorry.

You can back out if you want.

Yes...

Yes...

I'll back out.

Take care.

How'd you do it?

I didn't do it, you did.

Sure, I helped some old ladies

cross the street,

how the f*** did you do it?

You carried out your task

and got what you requested.

I don't believe it, you planned it.

Don't believe it.

I have work to do now...

Fine, I believe you.

And I have a request too.

Can we make a deal?

- What do you want?

- I want my dad to leave me alone.

- Meaning ?

- His dad's an a**hole.

A shithead who ruined

my life and my mom's

and I won't forgive him

but he keeps hounding me !

He uses his cop tricks to track me.

I want him out of my life for good.

For good.

- Are you sure ?

- Yes.

It's doable.

Help Martina.

Help Martina steal 100,000.05 euros

and you'll both get what you want.

That's it ?

- He slapped me.

- Why?

I went to his place again

and was more aggressive this time.

And he slapped you ?

Ijumped on him.

I lost control,

I was exhilarated,

getting naked and kissing him.

And then he slapped me.

- What did you do ?

- Slapped him back, I was livid.

Then I ran off.

Why were you livid ?

Because I wish my husband

were like that.

Amanda came back to the garage

and chatted with me for 5 minutes.

She gave me a new picture and said:

"Get rid of the others,

I'm the jealous type".

Imagine that!

Jealous of me...

She wrote her phone number

on the back of the picture.

Holy sh*t...

I guess you are the real deal.

You're reaching your goal,

you have 3 days left.

Yes, but some guy

wants to kill that kid.

I can'tjust abandon her.

Tell her parents, call the cops.

And say what?

They'd never believe me,

you know that. No...

I have to handle it myself.

I need to get a gun.

I'll protect her really, really well.

There's an issue.

The f***ing gun.

Huh ?

My service gun was stolen.

Quit smirking or I'll punch you.

I should've put it in the safe

but I left it on the nightstand

like a dumbass.

Now I'm in deep sh*t.

You had something to do with this ?

Why do you say that ?

Because I'm used

to asking myself questions.

I still don't know

who the f*** you are.

Want some ?

Cheers.

Do you have a woman ?

All right...

Here's my reading:

You're married, separated

for 3-4 years with no kids.

You got burned and haven't healed.

Since you won't talk,

let's play a game.

A game I played as a kid:

the silence game.

Know it?

Whoever laughs first loses.

- You're getting serious.

- We stole it from his dad.

"We" ?

- I played lookout.

He snuck in the window.

It was cool !

- His dad will get in trouble.

- So what?!

We're on for tomorrow.

- My friend will be away.

- Martina managed to copy the house keys.

It'll be a cinch.

We'll have the money tomorrow.

And I'll never see my dad again.

Right ?

Right.

And I'll become prettier.

She was kidnapped,

someone kidnapped the girl.

What? Kidnapped ?

She just disappeared like that !

Do you have something

to do with this ?

- No.

- No?

- I think you do.

- I don't.

You asked me to kill a little girl

and while I'm trying,

some guy protects her

and now she disappears...

Odd, isn't it ?

You're involved.

Would that make a difference '2

Yes.

How do you feel right now ?

Forget your f***ed up games.

You're playing with my son's life,

do not mess with me.

Someone's protecting that girl.

Why '2

A man came to me with a request,

I opened the notebook and

it said he had to protect that girl.

- Why that girl ?

- That's what it said.

Really ?

- That's what the notebook said ?

- Yes.

Let's see...

Let go.

- Liar.

- Let go.

Why pit him against me ?

I didn't, he doesn't know about you.

You gave me a task

that's impossible to carry out.

I don't assign impossible tasks.

- They might be complicated...

- I'm calling the cops.

No, you won't.

No, I won't.

- You're early.

- It worked.

Details.

I went to apologize

to Andrea yesterday for the slap.

After 5 minutes of chitchat,

I asked to use the bathroom.

Instead I snuck into their bedroom,

put my panties under the bed

and some hairs on the pillow.

I even sprayed some perfume...

That's all it took.

Meaning ?

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