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That b*tch broke

my f***in' nose.

- You can have the girl.

- What do you care?

Holly's mine.

Oh, mate.

She's a f***in' whore.

She's pissing off.

Her place was empty.

She's coming with me.

No, no, look at her bag.

I saw the ticket.

Whores only love money.

Everything else is an act.

Back to the car.

He was lying, Michael.

I remember the first time

I saw you.

I arrested you just so

I could hear your voice.

I'm gonna believe you, Holly.

We're rich enough to disappear.

What about Shay?

It's just you and me now.

She's my friend.

It's just you and me now.

Look in my eyes and say yes.

No.

I can't.

Tell me it wasn't all an act.

Police!

Police!

Get in the car.

Get in the car!

Move!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Drop the f***ing gun!

Drive,

or I'll f***ing kill you!

Come on!

Step on the f***ing peddle.

Come on!

Faster!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Faster!

Holly.

Okay.

Holly.

The case.

It's just a scratch.

You're still beautiful.

What time's your flight?

I'll never make it now.

You've got to try.

I'll call Harry.

Who?

The taxi driver.

He's also an escape artist.

It's ringing.

Oh my God.

Holly?

Holly, lie down.

Lie down.

Just lie down.

Tenir moi.

Holly?

Holly?

Somebody help me!

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Help me!

I usually

pull him out of a hat.

You like me, don't you?

Yeah.

I want you

to make me disappear.

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