Dragonetti the Ruthless Contract Killer Page #3

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- I want him dead!

- I go in again. I'll finish this.

You understand dead?

What the f*** are you doing?

This is your last potato.

You are my headboy now.

Welcome to the family.

Take your best shot.

You're just getting me bored.

What the hell.

What, where is he?

Where the hell have you done with

the Dragonetti? He was here just now.

What?

Find him.

Get the others!

- What? Now?

- What the hell do you think?

Where the hell is he?

Where is he?

It's a sick joke this.

Spread out here to hell!

Look for him everywhere.

But look for him then!

He can not f***ing

come along way yet.

Dragonetti!

Go and check out at it!

- Mr. 187 I have found traces of blood.

- I'm on my way.

Yes, I'm looking for Chris.

Telephone. Somebody wants you.

He has a crappy english.

- Hello?

- I have a situation here.

Come, we have a customer.

- Satisfied?

- Yes.

- The car's outside.

- Let's go.

You said you got a car.

This is a strainer on four wheels.

Excuse me. I would like a...

Hallo?

Please, hello!

Excuse me mrs.

I would like a f***ing room.

Please!

Thank you.

Go change your underwear.

Why did you let Claudio escape?

I? It was Trent f***ing fault.

I hit him with the baseball

bat in the head several times.

Afterwards, while Trent guarded

with I went out and called you.

And why did you let Trent remain

alone in the room with Claudio?

Why I thought of that idiot

would take care of that.

Come with Trent tomorrow to the golf course.

Arrived exactly 11:47- Absolutely.

Well, we have a party there at room 107.

Want to hang out with?

Maybe we can have some fun then.

I do not want to buy a waccum cleaner.

Goodnight.

- Tada!

- Hmm. Tada!

This f***ing club slides off.

If you have never seen blood before?

What? You are here.

- I asked you to call me? - Sorry.

You asked me to come 11:47. I'm here now.

always see you as my friend.

Friends. Romans, countrymen.

Lend me your ear.

We are here today to bury

Claudio Dragonetti.

What hurts one person will survive.

The good will be buried when she dies.

It's so with Claudio.

This is my city.

My Gothenburg!

Let's play some golf.

- By the way. I have sent for spetsnaz.

- What? But can handle it.

- You may need some help. They will

already tonight. - Tonight?

Go home and tidy up.

You look like sh*t.

Gentlemen, and a lady.

I have a big problem.

Money? Money isn't my problem.

My problem is bigger than my money.

My problem is

Claudio Dragonetti.

Then you have

a big f***ing major problem.

Now, can you help me?

Don't worry about the police.

The chief executive is a friend of mine

and they won't cause us any trouble.

Worry more about Claudio Dragonetti.

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