Hranari Page #4

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I do anything for him.

Fear has a foul mouth.

I have to get up early tomorrow

and catch a cab.

I still have to finish up the Emirates.

- When are the girls leaving?

- The girls?

They fly tomorrow night.

- The jet is coming for them

at about 12:
30. - Fine.

I'd like to take off right now!

Just imagine the warm water

- and a gorgeous, tanned young hunk

draped in gold... - Hunk!

...who happily massages

your back. - Yeah, it's beautiful there.

Last year on vacation I couldn't get

Petr and Janika out of the water.

They want to take you down.

They hired me for the job.

So either I do it

and it turns out good,

or someone else does it

and it turns out bad.

I bought my boy a house in Florida

and another nearby for me and Vilma.

You should sell everything

and come with us.

You'll find something there,

and you'll finally sleep

without a gun under your pillow.

Vilma called, excuse me.

Hi...

Okay, don't overdo it, girls.

Bye.

"Prague, day four

Friday, July 22, 2011"

Back soon, wait for me!

Mommy, where did daddy go?

Here, put this on.

F***, what good's the vest

when my ribs almost busted!

Shut up, man!

F***!

Milan!

Friends,

I don't have the nerve for this.

Excuse me.

- Elegant Agency, hello?

- It's Mr. Hlo, get my wife!

- But she's...

- F***ing get my wife, move!

Okay.

Excuse me.

What is it?

- Katerina here... - They killed Slma.

We gotta leave now! - What?

Milan's dead. We have to leave!

I'll send someone. Get Janika ready!

Tell Vilma! Tell her!

Marek, get David and pick up

my girl from school. Now!

We'll meet at your place.

Do you see me? Find me a route

with no cameras, no radar, no nothing.

The f***ers killed Slma!

Cut internet to all offices but mine.

I'm not here.

Reschedule all my appointments.

- Okay, let me just finish...

- Do it now!

Vilma...

Milan is...

- We have to get out of here now.

- Where?

- We'll take the girls' places.

- Where?

Why are you still here?

Look after yourself.

I'm a big girl. I'll join you.

Go on.

Get the f*** out of here!

Tonight three girls

from my agency are flying...

Petr Hlo, passport 36912285.

Jana Hlozov...

"Are you sure you want to transfer

all funds to Lloyds Bank?"

- Well?

- I found a route with no cameras.

Good.

Bye-bye.

I'll call you when to leave.

- Let's go.

- Right.

I can't f***ing believe he got away.

No one knows where he is.

He took his family and split.

This is the only spot with no cameras.

Let's go.

- What the f***'s going on?

- I'll take a look.

What the f*** is it?

Are you there?

Goddammit!

Don't move!

You f***ing bastard!

F***ing bastard!

Don't do it...

You don't know what you're doing!

- You shot him down like a dog!

- Don't do it!

- Hello?

- Katerina?

Vilma?

Get in touch with my son.

I sent you an email...

Vilma!

Vilma...

Hold on...

Here, get rid of it.

- Come on!

- Wait, this too. Destroy it.

- Where'd you get that?

- Not now! Let's go!

Here...

Prague, August 2011

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