Midnight Blue Page #3

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From this moment on you

follow my orders.

I don't want anymore trouble

with them, understood?

We'll wait for Enzo to arrive

with the passports.

I don't give a f***,

I don't give a f***...

About the passports,

about Enzo, or Greece!

Will you shut up?

-I'm leaving now...

Now!

-Cut it out.

You've really decided to split,

how smart...

You really are smart.

Our hero has decided.

Then start watching the house!

What are you waiting for?

Go!

Try to forgive him, Pier...

We shouldn't have brought him with us.

Pier, listen...

Can we trust Enzo?

Will he bring the passports?

Sure he will.

That's not what worries me...

He isn't the problem,

the girls are...

What will we do with them?

We certainly can't bring them with us.

Hi.

-Hi, Francoise, how are you?

Fine, and you?

-Not bad.

Did you bring about the passports?

Sure, it took some time but I managed

to do a good job with them...

Your friends can relax, I challenge

anyone to tell me they're fakes.

Let me see.

-Aren't they perfect? Look.

They're good.

-Thanks.

You did a good job.

-Listen, tell your friends...

The fishing must leave

tomorrow morning at ten...

So don't be late.

-Okay.

Anything you need,

I'm at your disposal.

Thanks.

-Always, remember that.

I'll remember.

Well?

-No, not me.

Rita, you go.

There's only one.

Mario.

Take it, this is more than enough.

-Yes.

Come on, Elena.

Help.

Pier.

What happened?

The girls.

Be careful.

Bruno, Mario.

I've got one of them, quick...

Get the other two.

Don't let them get away.

Damn you.

-I wasn't running away.

I warned you.

Start walking, move it!

Wait

Wait, listen.

You go that way to other villas...

I'll go...

I'll go to the beach...

To get the javelin.

Mario?

Where are you?

Mario?

Let go of me.

You'll pay for this.

F***, there's no beer left.

Dirty whore.

Get down on the ground.

What's wrong with you?

Why are you looking at me like that?

What are you doing?

Mercy!

What do you want to do?

Help.

-I'll kill you.

No,

Mercy.

This is the perfect place

to slaughter you.

No, don't kill me.

I'm begging you, don't do it.

You're going to die,

but first I want to have some fun...

Understood?

Don't kill me!

Stop.

Stop!

Now it's your turn, murderer.

What are you doing?

Is it going to take much longer?

-Unfortunately, yes.

What a pain.

We're already late.

I'm doing what I can.

Did you like it?

-Not really.

What about the others?

-It was all a repertory.

Well?

What are we doing?

Silvia will be here soon with the others,

be careful, girls...

Not a word about those three.

Nothing.

Don't worry...

We all know what we've done.

No?

Sure...

There's no law that authorises the

killing of escaped convicts...

Even if we tell them what they did

to us we'll still end up in prison.

A car.

Be quiet.

Their friend is coming.

My God.

Now what will we tell him?

Stay calm, Elena.

Go and open the door.

I left the door open.

May I?

-Who is it?

Who are you looking for?

I have an appointment with some

friends in this house...

My name's Enzo.

-Yes, they mentioned you...

They waited a long time for you.

-They left, sir.

And you don't know where?

-They didn't tell us.

They were in a hurry.

-I'll wait.

It's pointless, they won't be back.

-On the telephone, they said...

Listen, there were a lot of cops in the

area around the villa last night...

So they decided to split.

-Where's the phone?

It's broken.

I understand.

I'll go and call outside.

But I'll be back, and we'll continue

this discussion about my friends...

This story about the cops

is interesting...

You can tell me about it

in more detail later...

I'm not in a hurry anymore and

I don't think you are either.

Isn't that right, girls?

See you later.

What's taking those idiots so long?

It's better if you know,

her friends are brunettes...

One has long hair,

the other one has short hair...

When they've talked,

make them disappear, understood?

Make them disappear forever.

You might find the coach still at the villa,

you'll recognise it immediately.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up, girls.

Have you been arguing perhaps?

It's always something new with you.

Listen Silvia.

Can we buy some postcards?

We didn't think about our parents.

-Yes, yes.

Okay.

As long as you're quick.

I'll give you a minute, girls.

-Okay, lady.

What about them?

-One minute, Anna, understood?

Okay.

What a pain.

-And they say she doesn't have favourites.

What's the hurry?

-More for some, none for the others.

Good morning.

-We want some local postcards.

Yes, photos of the beach.

A glass of water, please.

How much?

-How many have you taken?

Twenty, with this one.

-5000 (lira)

Well?

Are we all agreed?

Of course, we already decided.

-I'm scared...

That man had such a mean face.

-Keep your voice down...

We'll go straight to Rome.

-On the first train.

Sure, but calm down.

-The money?

Francesca will take care of it.

-Yes.

Francesca LeRosso?

August 2009

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