Playing with Fire Page #5

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nowadays.

Police.

Nice work.

Have you got your papers?

They seem in order.

I'm afraid the banker's

making fun of you.

You've been arrested for nothing.

The bills aren't

small denomination?

Neither small nor big.

The hiding place was empty.

Skinflint!

- Giorgio De Saxe?

- In person.

This is Commissioner Loran.

Good morning. Well?

The man who was with you at the club

what's-it-called, has been arrested.

So much the better.

I was a bit offended by the fact,

that you didnt put the money

in the hiding place.

What?

We would have recovered it.

We're honest police.

But you haven't...?

Help! Help!

Aider moi!

Aiuto!

Socorro!

Help!

Died in a car accident.

Which makes you think, according to

the police, that it was murder.

The car caught fire,

before she could get out,

tied and dazed.

It was my fault,

in other words.

What a horrible thing.

Carolina.

Flesh of my flesh.

Destroyed in the flames.

And so for this...

there's my revolver,

despite the postal strike,

It was returned to me this morning,

by express delivery.

- How are you?

- Not too bad.

No bruises?

- No, everything went OK.

Well, we won,

as expected.

I didn't understand the script at all.

but in short, that's it.

You have the money?

The ransom?

Of course. It's in the trunk.

Alright then, let's go.

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