Volta Page #6

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You're here to see me?

The door wasn't locked?

No, it wasn't.

We came to see Viki Kowalski.

She did the ceiling last week.

Victoria? The arts student.

She lived here

while I was abroad.

She renovated the stuccos.

But her last name's Zawistowski.

- Zawistowski?

- Yes.

You know where she's now?

I have her phone number.

Zawistowski?

Could be her daughter?

It's been many years... Who knows.

Funny, they plant a stolen painting

in your lady's car and you do nothing.

I didn't realize the cops knew

and would nab her at the border.

Every tragedy stems from stupidity.

Your own bright idea?

A quote.

Tell me more.

Well?

Bruno's in pieces, hanging outside

"your" apartment.

Okay, Viki, time's running out.

I just love this job!

Tea?

- Cookies?

- Yes, please!

I'll end up fat.

I can't believe I did it.

- Did what?

- Walked out on Bruno.

Better late than later.

Excuse me.

There are three of us.

A practical joke.

Eat up the cookies

and off we go.

I've got to return the keys

before Volta shows up.

Ready?

No, just do it.

- There's been no prison break here.

- There was one last week.

Sirens went off, guards popped out...

With dogs.

A new guard

set them off by mistake.

The others played it by the book.

But it was a false alarm.

Then Viki Zawistowski

has never been here.

This kind of information

is confidential.

And Marta?

- Marta Zawistowski?

- Confidential again.

Marta has just been released.

I know.

Hi, Bruno! Long time...

Kitty?

Kitty waited in the cage for

the help you promised... In vain.

And so is no longer your kitty.

How goes it?

How was I to know?

Remember, in Croatia I said...

Why on earth...

Kitty?

I've heard you're up the creek.

Private life? Business? Huh?

Then we're even.

Too late for a volt, Mr. Volta.

But why, after all this time?

Father's death hurts less

than the loss of your patrimony.

Shakespeare?

Niccolo Machiavelli.

You're f***ing well-read.

I've seen that play, "Machia".

Marta wasn't my fault.

You let your woman

carry funny stuff?

It was a summer fling, week-long.

Why should it haunt me till now?

Photoshopped. Damn!

CLASS OF 2007

They'd met before?

Aren't you both something?

And Xavery.

He inserted the links.

And deleted them,

which was more important.

- Xavery's always helped you.

- That's what cousins are for.

So where would you like

to go, Mom?

Somewhere I've never been.

The new airport!

Three tickets for the next flight to...

To?

Someplace cool.

You mean?

Sunny.

Cool and sunny?

How about...

What?

I've just recalled.

The print on her back.

"Revenge for the wrong done" -

in Japanese.

Should've studied history, moron!

It can't be true.

No f***ing way.

But, as someone said, revenge is

the sweetest dish cooked in hell.

Perhaps you're right.

We'll cook Mr. Volta.

We have a visitor.

Good evening.

I came to get my money back.

Plus 5% for a day's delay.

Five percent? 200 grand?

That's a rip-off rate for

borrowing party money!

Party money?

As your backer

I contribute my own money,

which you needed but didn't have.

And don't have, it seems.

- When we get to the feeding trough...

- "When"? "If" is a better word.

Things don't always turn out

the way we want them to.

My man will contact you about it.

He can call me next week.

He's already here.

Good luck.

For your convenience

the debt has been converted into

zlotys and amounts to 4,410,000.

I heard 4,200,000!

We're 3 minutes into the new day.

So it's another 5% off the 4,200,000,

which adds up to 4,410,000.

Deduct my one-million fee.

Your fee is your party's business.

I'm dealing only with

what you owe my boss.

I'll pay my debt when Lower

becomes president.

Then you won't need any loans.

But now things are what they are.

This house

is worth maybe

3 million.

What?! At least twice as much.

When you have a buyer.

Not when you need to sell.

I don't need to sell.

We'll get back to that.

Still 1 ,200,000 missing...

What's in your garage?

A Maserati and a SUV.

About one million.

When you have a buyer.

But if you need to sell...

200 grand at most.

No, this can't be happening...

- I've heard you have a boat?

- Yes. Worth 2,500,000.

Throw it into the bargain

and we're even.

Oh yeah?

And what am I left?

Health. That's the bottom line.

All the rest is complementary.

Here's our donation agreement.

Just sign.

No! Like hell I will!

You can't force me.

Perhaps we can work it out.

Right here to start with.

It's upside down, things are

no longer the same,

a single head wants to have

two crowns to wear.

A sudden turn will change

the rules of the game,

I plunge into this illusion

and walk ahead without haste,

there's no more to be seen,

imagination runs dry,

seek me, oh, seek me!

Twelve million euros...

Dime!

Okay, okay. We'll laugh

after a good shot.

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