Penthouse North Page #5

tough on you.

You're a whole lot stronger than

you know.

Now, I don't want you

to leave the apartment

or call anybody

for an hour, OK?

An hour.

Yeah, now I get it.

Now I see

what Ryan saw in you.

How'd you know?

I smelled you.

She didn't lead us to sh*t.

Shut up, Chad. We're close.

Put that down, Sara.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

You stay away from me.

Ah!

You got your money.

You got what you wanted.

We're not here

for the money, Sara.

- The money's chicken sh*t. -Then

what? What do you want?

Why won't you

leave me alone?

Where'd Ryan say

he got this diamond?

He was buying diamonds.

He said they were investments.

Investments, my ass.

- Where are the others?

- The others?

Yeah, I want my other 29

clear perfect diamonds.

$20 million worth

stolen in Miami.

- Are you saying Ryan stole 'em?

- Yeah, that's right.

And then he doublecrossed us.

Where are my diamonds?

I can't help. Argh!

Can't or won't? Which is it, Sara -

can't or won't?

No! Not yet!

We need her.

Hey, Shadow.

Look here,

who came to visit. Hiya.

You hear that?

You hear that purring

like a little racing motor?

Please... put her down.

Huh? Oh, it's OK.

I'm a cat lover.

I love cats,

and cats love me.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

I'm just over here,

at the edge of the terrace,

just once again...

admiring this amazing view.

What are we,

14, 15 storeys up?

Careful, careful, careful.

Careful, careful.

Ooh, that was close.

Please.

Please what?

Whatever you're thinking.

What am I thinking?

It's an innocent animal.

Sara, are you trying

to put some ideas in my head?

Do you actually think

I'm capable...

- No! I just...

- I told you, I'm a cat lover.

I love cats. -I know.

Oh, great.

You're upsetting Shadow.

- For God's sake...

- Shadow's upset now.

Where are they?

The diamonds?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, you do.

- Please don't.

- Tell me where they are.

- I don't know.

- Sara...

Just tell me

where the diamonds are.

I don't know.

OK.

Wrong answer.

Sh*t.

I wonder

if she landed on her feet.

Ugh!

That was f***ed up.

- What'd you say?

- That was f***ed up.

What did that cat

ever do to you?

Gee, Chad,

when did you join PETA?

I'm just saying.

Yeah, you know...

Ryan may have been

a disloyal dog,

but at least he knew

when to keep his mouth shut.

- Yeah, well, Ryan's dead.

- You challenging me, Chad?

I'm just saying,

you want answers,

you don't go

throwing cats around.

You know,

maybe when you killed Ryan,

something happened

to your brain.

I don't know. Why don't you

go wait downstairs?

What? Leave you up here alone

to find the diamonds?

Why? Do you think

I'd sell you out?

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