Your Vice is a Locked Room and Only I Have the Key Page #6

Come on! Quick!

Brilliant!

Come on! Great!

Go on!

Attention please!

A surprise change!

Number 7, Dario Luisetti,

has stopped at Broom Bend

with mechanical problems,

and he could be out of the race.

Lucio Taramaglio's taken the lead,

followed by Luis Soler-Borrego,

but Armando Gardiglia's

attacking on the bend as well...

Damn! Excuse me,

where's Broom Bend?

Down there.

Thanks.

Son of a b*tch!

Piece of sh*t!

Did you really have to break down

three laps from the finish!

Hi, motor-biker!

Look at this!

I've been preparing for this

bloody race for three months

and the piston jammed

just when I was winning!

- What's a piston?

- You can get lost as well!

Come back, Floriana...

I'm sorry.

This race meant everything to me.

Understand? Everything!

Everything?

See, they're on the last lap...

Let's go.

- Here we are.

- Where?

This is a good spot.

A double parka and a North Pole style

sleeping bag against rheumatism.

Come on.

Don't tell me

you come here to make love?

Why not? Where should we go,

the Grand Hotel?

And it's more romantic here.

Mind your head.

The bed will be ready in a second.

Did you bring

the black girl here too?

Still on about her?

Jealous, are you?

Come on. Get undressed.

It's not cold.

Come on, hurry up.

How many zips have you got?

God, you're taking your time!

Wow... if I win the lottery

I swear I'll get a maid just like you.

Come on. Let's seal ourselves inside

and never come out.

Come here.

I like you.

We might or might not do this again,

but no complications, understand?

Who's there?

What do you want?

I'm the rag and bone woman.

I'm here for the bottles.

Go away,

go away!

- So, when will we meet up again?

- Who knows...?

- Didn't you like it?

- Of course...

Well, tell me when you're free.

- I'm always free. Bye.

- Bye.

You'll give me a heart attack!

What are you doing here

in the dark?

What's up?

What's happened?

A terrible thing, Flo.

That bloody animal...

I'm scared,

I'm really scared.

Only you can help me.

Calm down, Irene,

calm down.

Explain what happened.

Yes...

that bloody animal,

that diabolical bloody animal.

Irene.

- Is she dead?

- Oh, shut up!

Why did you buy

those disgusting things?

Disgusting?

It's a matter of taste...

Satan loves sheep's eyes.

Come on Irene,

it was nothing.

Why don't you go and get her

a cardio-tonic; or something?

Satan's on heat as well.

He hasn't been seen

since yesterday.

If life had given me

someone like you,

everything would

have been different.

How young you are...

- Go away, bloody animal!

- Calm down, it's all over.

They scared you but it was nothing.

Have a drink.

Don't be scared.

He hasn't realised yet.

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