Dragonetti the Ruthless Contract Killer Page #2

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you've got to kiss me first.

- There won't be a next time Claudio.

- Oh, yeah, there will be.

This is the end.

This is over.

I'm sorry Claudio. Take care.

I see you in later... in hell!

Are you the f***ing sushi chef?

I'm f***ing talking to you.

You've always been a son of a c*nt!

I say you cut him into small pieces

and paint him all over the floor.

I want Dragonetti on the ceiling. I want him

on the roof. I want him all over the place,

I'm fed up with Claudio Dragonetti.

Make it happened. Goodbye.

Go brush your teeth.

You stink.

F*** you!

Stand up!

What's wrong with you?

Do you like music?

I love music when I work.

Can you stand up?

Sorry, hehe.

So you want more?

Or have you had enough?

Dragonetti. Do you want more?

Or have you had enough?

You know. I like you, but I must do my work.

And you still are just a stupid idiot.

But you got balls.

Do you want me to stick your

baseball bat up your a**hole now?

Fan ta dig Dragonetti!

I can not believe how much Dragonetti

tolerate. He's not f***ing human.

- He would have been dead long ago.

- I do not care which.

- 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.

Now, let's get down to business.

I will pay you 1 million euro if you

deliver Claudio Dragonetti on a silver plate.

But I recommend you to pay caution.

Claudio Dragonetti is... He came

to my restaurant and killed 30 of my men.

Shot the place into pieces.

He even killed a pregnant woman.

Slicing up her belly.

Dragonetti is the kind of guy who only

kisses the girl after he stabbs her.

I see. Let's go.

- Wasn't Dragonetti short and with

dark clothes? - Yes, what about it?

Then that was our guy.

Let's get him.

- Mr Wrechik.

- Yes.

- What's wrong now?

- Dragonetti. Chasing Dragonetti, sir.

- Is he nearby? - Yes. We blew up

his car and wounded him badly.

Now, Jurij! Listen to me.

I want you take him out.

I want to see him

dead. Ok, don't fail me.

- We are going. Let them handle him.

- Let me take care of Dragonetti.

- I can handle this. - You had your

chance. Shut up and drive the car.

Give him a grenade!

Elena, go that way.

Mikahill, you come with me.

Sh*t!

Don't you dare!

Don't you leave me here!

- Why do you not trust me?

- 187, let me say this.

You have made a fool of yourself again, Ok!

I do not think you can handle him. Think not.

If you do not have any confidence in me

why do you want to work with me?

- Because he is my enemy.

- Why do you want to work with me anyway?

- He has betrayed me and therefore he

deserves death. - Let me get slay him.

No worries. You will get a chance.

If he comes tomorrow, we must be prepared.

I want to take him now!

You can't. Won't let you and Jurij into

the forsest shooting at each other.

It may just be the soup of it all.

Someone good order it should be.

You need to be so damn narrow-minded?

Can not you just trust me?

Dragonetti.

We will mourn for her later.

Let's go find this

bastard son of a whore!

F***!

Bloody Dragonetti!

Mikahill?

F***!

Your cellphone.

Do you want me to call

your boyfriend, huh?

- Hell of fuckface! Can you hear

who this is? - Yes, I can Claudio.

Good.

Listen to me very carefully.

You have f***ed me for the last time.

I'm going to get you one by one.

Just want you know how it sounds

when one of your boyfriends dies.

Listen carefully and enjoy the show.

Put on some ABBA or what the hell.

- What a f***ing noise.

- It's nice with some music.

It's relaxing. 187, I think this

will fix itself. No problem.

What the f***?

All the others are dead.

I'm not staying here. Let's go.

Sh*t!

What?

So you did have the guts

to fight me after all?

A good russian.

Is a dead russian.

Dragonetti!

Din jve!

Dragonetti! You wil die!

- Miguel!

- Sorry boss.

Miguel! I'm going to

make soup of you.

You know Claudio.

Do you remember the good old days?

You and me, huh...

- The good old days, huh?

- We used to be good old friends and...

...no one could

stand against us.

- F*** the good old days. F*** you!

- Game on.

Any last words?

Yes, I have a present for you.

Here, have a pineapple.

Finally.

You are not a man!

You're a f***ing thing from hell.

Here Hans!

I have a mission for you.

Lucky me.

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