Blame It on the Bellboy Page #6

That's not the way we do things.

Tell me. When this pig dies,

and he will die,

how can we guarantee your silence?

I mean, guarantee?

I tell you, there are two ways.

Numero uno.

We kill you also.

Silence, a guarantee, no?

Oh. What is number two-o? Duo?

- Due.

- Due.

You kill him.

Of course, we will pay you big money,

so it will look voluntary.

See, we are not so unreasonable.

I...

So, they thought Mike Lawton

was Michael Horton? M. Horton.

Let's talk about this later.

I thought you'd choose something

more mysterious.

Lawton, a bit ordinary, isn't it?

It's meant to be ordinary.

Fine, but in the books

they're not so boring.

What are you suggesting?

Don't know. I'm not a killer.

I read one once where the...

You've got to learn

to give your mouth a rest.

This is secret business.

I don't want the world to know.

Oh, look, there she is.

That must be him.

God, he's no Clark Gable, is he?

I'll explain all that when I get back.

Don't argue about it! Do it!

Have you got a pen?

I want 100,000,

whatever that is in Italian lire,

to the Hotel Gabrielli

by 11:
00 tomorrow morning.

Gabrielli!

If he is that rich, I don't suppose it

matters that he's married. 100,000.

That's what I was getting.

What, exactly?

That was my fee.

I can do the business when you do it.

Make sure the cash gets here.

You got his envelope, he got yours.

He got the target, you got me.

He's done the job for you.

You're joking. He couldn't do it.

- Why not? Any fool could.

- I'm not a plumber.

- It's a highly skilled job.

- Rubbish!

He's got the instructions.

All he needs is the nerve, and wallop!

He's got your man... and your money.

I've done it

and that's how much it costs.

- Have you got a hairpin?

- What?

Oh, yes.

Bye.

Idiot.

Well... salute!

100,000 for my life!

He picks it up here tomorrow, boss.

Signore Horton is very... confident, no?

It would be very nice if we could take

his money as well as his life.

We could use it to pay you

when you kill the pig.

Mr. Scarpa, I can't shoot anybody.

I couldn't do it.

No, no, I know you could.

It's okay. No worry.

You use a bomb.

There it is.

Oh, come on!

I can't bear it.

"Miss Caroline Wright."

It was a woman.

- He killed a woman.

- The maid's coming.

Sleep well.

[distant music]

Patricia, I'm really sorry about

what happened earlier.

- Nearly happened.

- It's okay.

All part of the business, I expect.

Today, I've been stood up

by my date, a married man.

I've been aimed at by a hired killer,

had a gun held to my head,

been held captive against my will

by a strange man in a hotel room.

It's been one of the best days

of my life.

Really?

You can go now if you want.

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