Did it go all right?

Did you check up on her?

Sent everything?

- Did you send the email?

- Yes, of course.

Listen, you have to drink. Understand?

Nod if you understand.

I'm going to remove that ball.

If you scream we have to hurt you. OK?

We don't want to kill you,

but if it's necessary we will.

First pain, then death.

Nod if you understand.

Please let me go.

My daughter needs her medication.

Don't. Don't.

We know everything about you.

You don't have a daughter.

You help yourself and us

if you just do as we say.


Listen, you cunt, there are two people

who can get you out of here.

That's us. He and I.

So we're your new best friends

from now on. Is that clear?

Is that clear?

So want something to drink

or go thirsty all day?

Open up.

We'll check up on you regularly.

If you need to pee...

...go like this.

Try not to pee your pants.

We won't change them.

If you wet yourself, it's your problem.


- What are you doing?

- What do you mean?

No alcohol right now.

- I have to drink something.

- You don't drink alcohol, do you?

- Sometimes.

- No.

- No alcohol.

- Just one.

OK, one.

But make sure she doesn't smell it.


Because we're not amateurs.

- Or are you an amateur?

- No.

- Are you an amateur?

- No!

Jesus. I'll have some gum or something.

- Why aren't you eating?

- Not hungry.

Drinking, not eating.

- What kind of bullshit is that?

- I'm not hungry.

- I don't care. Eat.

- I'm not hungry.

You need your energy. Eat.

Eat, dammit.

F*ck off, man.

I'm just not hungry.

You haven't eaten for nine hours.

You worked hard all day

and you're not hungry? That's weird.

- Why's that weird?

- Makes no sense.

Something's not OK.

It means you're confused

or bothered by it all.

Or you're worried about something.

That you made a mistake, for instance,

and we'll end up in jail for 20 years.

Or are you worried about

having to beat the crap out of her?

Maybe even shoot her.

Are you becoming sentimental?

Are you a sissy?

Don't dare to face her?

Or aren't you hungry

because you're planning to let her go?

- Nonsense.

- No bullshit.

No bullshit. Look at me.

I don't want any bullshit.

We're in too deep

for you to crap your pants all of a sudden.

Say it.

- Say what?

- No bullshit. Say it.

- No bullshit.

- Again.

No bullshit.


No more thinking. Eat.

You have a long night ahead of you.

Can alert.

Number one or number two?

Number two?


- Already?

- Yes, it's time.

Be careful.

And don't forget to dump that thing.


Don't forget to dump that phone.

- Do you think I'm a moron?

- Jesus. Calm down. Just trying to help.

Don't drink, don't fall asleep

and check up on her.

- Whatever.

- No 'whatever'. Stay focused. OK?

- OK?

- OK.

- How did it go?

- Fine.

Did you speak to him?

- Is he going to pay up?

- Yes.

- But...

- But what?

I heard a kind of click.

- A sound.

- A sound?

- Police, listening in.

- God.

- We knew it was going to happen.

- But right away?

No problem.

The phone's in a ditch.

- What did he say?

- He wanted to talk to his daughter.

To be sure she's still alive.

- And?

- I said:
No way.

He tried to stall for time

to triangulate the phone.

- Dammit.

- It'll be fine. I hung up right away.

- But the money?

- He's paying up tomorrow.

- At the agreed-upon time.

- Did you...?

No series, no dye packs, no marked bills.

I made it quite clear to him

that his daughter's dead otherwise.

The crucial thing now is that he's

at the bank at nine tomorrow morning... withdraw the money.

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Dario Argento

Dario Argento (Italian: [ˈdaːrjo arˈdʒɛnto]; born 7 September 1940) is an Italian film director, producer and screenwriter. He is best known for his work in the horror film genre, particularly in the subgenre known as giallo, and for his influence on modern horror movies. more…

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