Live Like a Cop, Die Like a Man Page #4

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worse than cancer

tells us you despise him.

Give us the name of someone else

for whom cancer isn't enough.

You can cure cancer

or other serious illnesses.

Who wants to see Pasquini dead?

You've earned 1OO.OOO Lira.

One name...

If you give it to us,

we'll never cross paths again.

We'll forget you exist.

If the name is right, the 1 OO.OOO Lira

is just an advance.

This is enough money for me.

We won't be seeing each other anymore.

I know you stick to an agreement.

Keep your word.

I've got one for you,

Bibi tore his eye out.

Poor thing, he cried like a baby.

From one eye only?

Now you know

what sort of type Proietti is.

Bibi tore out as eye, pretty normal.

Proietti is a drug head,

falls over, sh*t for brains.

He went back to one of Bibi's clubs

after he'd been banned.

He lost half a million Lira.

Where can you find

that kind of money to give back?

If he finds 30.OOO Lira

he'll buy morphine with it.

Bibi will tear his other eye out.

He's your best bet alright.

- Where does he live?

- Still in the same house.

He's called Proietti.

He lives in Biscione Road, number 5.

- Supermen, want some advice?

- No.

Forget it,

Stay out of Bibi's way.

Forget it!

Did you remember to get the bread?

- No, l forgot.

- I knew it!

What can i do about it?

- What do you want?

- To come in.

Proietti...

I haven't done anything.

We know.

But since you've done nothing,

How did you come by

expensive stuff like this?

Are you a cop?

- What do you want?

- Roberto Pasquini.

Never seen him, never met him.

I don't know when you met him,

but the last time you saw him,

you had two eyes.

What's your friend up to?

He's asking

your husband some questions.

I'm not going to arrest you

even though you've got morphine here.

- And here's half a million Lira too.

- Why?

You tell me.

- What are you talking about?

- Why am I giving you half a million?

Why?

- Bibi will take your other eye out.

- Because I have to give him...

That's right, half a million.

So...

So this is to pay off your debt

and keep your other eye.

Being blind makes life difficult.

And then I'll give you

another half a million.

There.

Seeing as you're an addict

and a bit out of it

half a million for you,

and half a million for Bibi.

- What have I got to do?

- Sort your f***ing business out.

Do you know what that is?

Take the money to Bibi...

and let me know when and where.

That's all.

It's winter!

But the sun is out.

These Swedes are crazy.

Have you brought the money?

Is it clean ?

Who did you nick it off?

Get on.

Come on, I'm not getting off.

I want to give it to Bibi in person,

I want to say sorry.

I screwed up and I've paid for it,

but I'm not a sh*t.

Do you think he gives a f***?

F*** off.

- Want some?

- No, thanks.

She's a pure-blooded Swede.

- Know where I won the money?

- You mean you won?!

Not from our club

no one with debts get in

and if they do, I lay them out.

Two Sicilians have opened a club.

Where?

On the outskirts of Rome

that news is just for Bibi though.

As you like, I'll see him later.

Take it for now

Maybe Bibi will let you keep it.

I'll call you when I hear from him,

Get out of here.

Hello?

Is that you Proietti?

Has Mario called you?

- Bibi called me.

- What did he say?

He wanted the address of the club

the place where I won the money.

- And what did you say?

- I gave him the address you told me.

Does he want to see you?

Yes, he wants to know

who those two Sicilians are.

- And then?

- How many punters there were...

if there were any of his regulars.

Where does he want to meet you?

- By the river, at three.

- Where?

Where I was earlier

at the fishing boat.

Go there and keep your cool,

we'll be there too, bye.

Keep calm...

How the f*** can I keep calm ?

You think Bibi's already checked

the address?

Sure, and he would have found

an abandoned garage.

Bibi hasn't long spoken to Proietti.

Now it's two p.m.

their appointment's at three.

Maybe Pasquini hasn't had time.

That's the risk.

Mario's on his way,

but go down anyway.

Thanks.

There's no one here.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

Bastard!

It's turned out well again.

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