The Aura Page #5

And how are we going

to sort this out?

I know a place where

there are tools.

Are there other people there?

No, nobody knows where it is.

- But first we need a doctor.

- No,

first the truck,

then the doctor.

Let's go then.

We'll follow you in the pick-up.

Take the truck. The key must be

on one of the guards.

And you drive, kid.

Did you like the trip, f*ggot?

Are you going to open up?

How are you?

You know what this is like.

If you don't die

during the first ten minutes...

- We can wait and get some help.

- No, I'm okay.

Get the tools first.

Okay, show them to me.

- Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine.

There's a welding torch,

bolt cutters, a sledgehammer....

In half an hour

I'll have it open like a tin can.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Come here!

It's empty.

- Use mine.

- No, no.

There's a box of 9 mm. Inside.

What the f*** were you thinking?

Did you really think we'd share

the money with you and the kid?

Can anyone really be

so f***ing stupid?

You even gave me the key.

If it had been Dietrich, well...

That guy knows the score,

he knows the Turk, but you...

You're a freak.

The first time I saw you I said,

"This isn't going to work."

"It can't work."

Who would've thought?

It worked.

Son of a b*tch!

Son of a b*tch!

Diana...

Diana!

Wednesday

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