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But I'm not you,

at least not yet.

- What are you doing?

- You can see for yourself.

- I'm getting ready to go to bed.

- And what does that case mean?

Coming back home gave me

a great desire to leave again.

- Why didn't you?

- I don't even know myself.

I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

I advise you to relax, be natural.

Hey, you look as natural as

someone about to be hanged!

Come on, don't make that face.

With your legs what do you

expect those morons to look at!

Fine, I'll take the bus.

See you in Switzerland.

- Documents.

- It's all here.

- It's a group, right?

- Yes, a group.

Thanks.

- Anything to declare?

- No.

No, nothing. What are they

looking for in that hearse?

The corpse, miss!

Thank you. Goodbye.

- I'll drive.

- What are you trying to do?

Shut up.

You forgot this.

- Hello?

- Answer.

- Hello...

- Tell him who you are.

- This is the Albino.

- Tell him you're dead.

Did the bastard understand?

What's going on?

You get cheated like always, Zuco.

Hurry up, get in the car.

- You killed him?

- He was asking for it.

You have the bad habit of overkill,

but you've convinced me anyway.

It was Zuco's trap

and you're not involved.

Double-crossing me is dangerous.

Killing's also dangerous,

especially if you leave witnesses.

A pair of eyes saw you kill.

They must be closed somehow.

She's my property.

Yes, but if she talks you go

to jail, not her. We'll all go!

That's why I want her involved, clear?

There's an address,

he's a client I hold dear.

You said she was yours, didn'tyou?

She'll be happy to help you out.

And if she doesn't, worse for her!

Because it'll mean you got it wrong:

she's not yours, she's a witness!

Stop it. Get rid of your

provincial mentality.

- Times have changed.

- Know what you're asking me to do?

Of course, but it's a sacrifice that

may bring advantages to us both.

You are crazy...

Ifyou refuse you'll see

what they'll do to me!

You want to scare me?

I'm just trying to explain

we have no other choice.

My and your feelings don't matter.

You've got feelings?

Who hasn't got feelings?

But money's another matter.

That man's got a cheque

he's got to return to me.

You're disgusting.

That's to remind you to be

careful what you say.

He's called Frossi, room 32.

What makes you think

he'll return that cheque?

Depends on you,

he saw you at the night-club.

Relax,

I won't eat you!

- Want something?

- No thanks.

Come on dear.

Strip.

Slowly though...

No rush, this is always

the loveliest part.

- Your cheque, take it.

- You'rewrong, it's not mine.

- Riccardo Sogliani.

- Exactly, and he'sthe boss.

Shall wetry our luck?

- Who's she?

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