Midnight Blue Page #3

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Look...

There's a glass of water

for your medicine...

You'd better drink it.

May I?

-Whiskey.

Here.

Thanks.

Good day.

If you're planning on kidnapping us,

look, you won't get very much.

We'll see.

There.

-She's crazy, she hasn't lost once.

Just play, don't cry.

-Who's crying?

You don't know how to lose.

-Take it.

That's good for me.

-Holy cow, you're always picking up.

We're good.

-Yes, good.

There have been some

new developments...

The master of the house had the bright

idea of buying the newspaper...

She knows all about us,

our escape, everything...

Look.

-Let me see.

We've been rumbled.

-F*** it.

Grab the girls and let's get

back to the house.

You're hurting me.

Pick up that stuff.

-If you try to escape you'll pay for it.

Let's go.

I don't want to.

What do you want to do?

-Get up and start walking.

You're going to sit here quietly until

our friend arrives, understood?

The guy you called last night?

-Good, you guessed.

Good.

What are you going to do when

your friend arrives?

Don't worry, we'll think about

that later, and about you.

Please, let us go.

We won't tell anyone.

I don't want any cry babies.

I said I won't put up with it.

Stop it.

Enough.

Stop it.

Look, I'll kill you...

I can't stand hearing people cry.

Enough...

I said enough.

Stop it.

F*** you.

I told you to stop.

B*tch.

Get us something to eat.

The heat is killing me today.

I can't take it anymore.

It's a dog's life for us.

Lucky for the rich folk...

I bet they're enjoying it.

Stop.

Where are you going?

Don't try to be smart.

Sit down.

So you wanted to run away.

If you try that again...

I'll cut your throat.

Understood?

-Yes.

Slut.

Take it, Bruno.

Have you finished?

Sorry, sorry.

You know what I say, Carlo?

I've had enough.

We would've left a long time ago but

we have to wait for our friend...

Behave and we won't do

anything to you.

The telephone wires.

No, I'm begging you.

The knife, Mario.

Just a moment, Pier.

Stop.

No.

What is it, whore?

Don't you want to be with me?

I'm begging you.

Let go of me.

Let go of me.

Stop.

Stop.

Give me the knife back immediately.

Stop.

Yes, Pier.

Sure.

A few more days and we won't be

able to drive here anymore.

It's a shame.

Look how nice it is.

That's strange...

The windows are open in that villa.

-Right...

And Carla is overseas.

Stop for a moment.

There are cops outside.

-What will we do?

Open the door but watch what you

say we'll kill your two friends.

It's strange.

Go, hurry...

Remember what I said.

Go!

And you two don't move.

-Anyone home?

Francesca's back.

-Hi, guys...

Is something wrong?

-Sorry, but the gate was open.

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