8-Ball Page #2

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How the f*** should I know?

Take all the tests you want.

You'll moan. I'll moan.

My dick is rock-hard. You'll moan

and your p*ssy will be all wet.

I'll lick your p*ssy.

You'll take my cock in your mouth

and suck it hard.

I'll f*** you in the ass...

Wait.

Hi.

- How's it going?

- Good.

Here's 150.

Here. Thanks.

Be careful with it.

- Everything's good?

- Yeah. Thanks.

There's more where that came from.

- Hypothermia? - It took three hours

to resuscitate him.

Possible brain damage.

We had to amputate his fingers.

Possible necrosis in his legs.

- Any I.D?

- No.

Did you take fingerprints?

His fingers are gone.

Gone?

Why did they amputate them

that quickly?

They should've left one intact.

- One what?

- A finger.

A loose finger?

Why would they keep them,

for f***'s sake.

Room 102. Mika Savela.

We haven't cleaned it yet.

Good. Thanks.

- Why don't you check the room.

- By myself?

If you get scared,

I'll send someone.

I'll go check the security cameras.

Police!

- Is Emma asleep?

- Yes.

Okay.

- I'm really sorry. Sorry.

- Okay.

- Can you call your mom if...?

- They're in Spain.

Right. Okay.

I'm sorry. Anna, I...

I'm really sorry.

- Are you sitting outside?

- No.

I can see you.

What are you doing?

Why are you here?

- I'm Olli.

- Minna.

- Hi, Minna. You want a beer?

- Yeah.

You really want one or

are you just being polite?

- Here you are.

- Thanks.

- Are you here with friends?

- No, by myself.

By yourself? That's a shame.

Why?

- Sorry, I'm bad at this.

- I can tell.

Whoah.

It's foaming over. Suck it.

I mean...

I'm really bad at this. I'm sorry.

You're doing fine.

Is everything alright?

Who is it? - Riitta, your neighbor.

Can you help me?

Open the door!

- What do you want?

- Can I come in?

- Can you help me?

- No.

Riitta! Come back home! Right now!

- You f***ing whore!

- Relax.

You'll listen when I talk to you!

Got it?

You f***ing whore!

Say that you're a whore!

I'll teach you how to behave!

Yeah. That's what it's like.

It doesn't have to be.

Can't you leave him?

It's not that hard.

Make a decision. Just leave.

Does he often go into the cell

with drug addicts?

- Does he?

- Why don't you ask him.

What did you talk about?

- We'll go to this address tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

That's when someone will be home.

Wait.

How did you find me?

I'll always find you.

Is she mine?

Is she healthy?

Buy something nice for yourself.

And for our little princess.

- What's her name?

- Alexandra.

Not a bad name.

- Are you clean?

- Yeah.

- You're not using?

- No.

- You look f***in' amazing.

- F*** off.

- I love you.

- I hate you.

Okay.

Are you leaving?

Just a little. Just a little.

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