Femme Fatale Page #4
There was nothing
to talk about.
They just asked about the diamonds,
of which I knew sh*t.
Once the insurance paid off,
they stopped asking.
Don't worry, man!
That b*tch knows.
every f***ing minute...
...every f***ing hour,
for seven f***ing years!
Where is she?
I've been looking. I talked to
everyone, I never stopped.
I ran down every scumbag
that ever knew her.
She just vanished off
the face of the earth?
Hey, I'm not Interpol, alright!
I've been f***ed same as you!
I did a hell of a lot
of checking!
I've got one thing,
maybe, one thing...
You know that girlfriend of hers?
The brunette...
She's fencing diamonds.
It's all I've got.
Wait, wait.
Excuse me, officer...
There is less and less sun.
Let's wait for the sun.
Park Bardo in the office
until I can get...
Hold on a second.
I don't believe it. This paparazzi scum
is wearing a wire.
Make sure he doesn't get
passed security.
Hold on...
- Can you help me, please?
- One minute, pal.
Damn it! Damn it!
Oh sh*t!
- Is the bar open?
- Yes of course, sir.
But you can't stay there.
Please move your bike.
- You can't leave it there.
- I know, I know.
- Please...
- Okay.
Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but
I rented this room last night...
...and I think I left my disk here.
- A disk?
- When I got home...
I checked my laptop,
and the backup disk was gone!
It's the only copy I have and I've been
searching like hell for it.
Then I remembered the only place
I could have left it was... here.
So did you mind if I come in
and just take a look around?
- I don't think it's a good idea...
- Thank you very much.
I appreciate it.
Thank you.
Oh my God, I got so much information
in that disk.
You didn't see a disk right?
I mean, actually it's not a disk.
It's not like a CD or a DVD
or anything like that...
...it's called floppy. It's a black thing
that you introduce in the computer.
I am remembering now
that I put it there...
...'cause I was working in bed.
I just love to work in bed.
I bet you do too.
Anyway, let me...
Let just remember
exactly what I did.
I sat over here.
I sat over here and I put it on my lap,
because it's a laptop...
...and I just plugged it
over there and...
Actually, you know what had happened?
What happened is that I wasn't alone.
I wasn't alone and then...
Oh my God!
That's not your business.
Well, ah... No, it's not.
It's not but it is.
Because...
Excuse me...
Are you alright?
I think I can help you.
I have been working in a hospital
I was a kind of a candy striper myself.
Just sit down over here.
Give me your arms. Put them up.
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