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Here comes your little diaper change.
Oh come on.
Come on baby.
How am I going to change you squirming around like that.
Yes.
You think it's funny.
You think it's so funny.
Yes you do.
Yea...
you think it's funny.
It's gonna get better.
I could just take on more shifts.
We hardly see you as it is.
I know.
Look...
We do this once,
we do it once!
She'll never know.
Jesus Christ
Baby...
if I can go in there lactating
then you...
you can fucking do this. Okay.
You can fucking do this, baby.
I love you
Come on baby.
Fuck.
She's fucking crazy.
Okay.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Come on baby. Come on baby!
Come on baby.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Drive baby, drive!
What happened there?
What the fuck was that?!
What was that?
Take a right here! Take a right here!
What the fuck are you doing? Why are you turning left?
Why the fuck-
I got it! I got it!
You don't got it!
Well that was easier than I thought.
Baby, why in the fuck did you fire your fucking gun.
That was the one thing-
I didn't mean to fire my gun, it just went off okay?
It's adrenaline, and I'm in there-
That was the one thing was the fucking gun is what I told you!
How do you rob a bank without a gun?
How would you do that?
You're fucking insane. You know that? You're insane.
Are you fucking serious Seth?!
Nobody is hurt and I am fine. Okay.
Why didn't you come inside?
What...
I'm sorry baby.
Yea...
I know.
God fucking damnit, I knew it.
What?
Fuck.
Take it easy baby.
We're good.
He's drivin...
We're just drivin...
Just take it easy.
Baby, this is not fucking good.
Fuck.
Well, shit.
It's fine.
You're just a big teddybear. You know, smile.
Turn off the engine.
License and registration.
Got that?
Yea, I got it babe.
Here you go.
You know why I pulled you over?
Aww, you just think I'm so pretty and you wanted to say 'hey!'.
Hey...
You're tailight.
It's busted.
I'm gonna write you a ticket.
Get it fixed.
Yes sir officer.
Stay here.
Seriously baby, you gotta relax, okay?
Gimme the gun.
What?
Jess, give me the gun.
No.
Give me the gun.
No.
Jess, give me the gun.
Get out of the car with your hands on top of your head.
Get out of the car with your hands on your head.
Do it now!
What are you doing baby?
It's okay.
Stay in the car.
I'm not going to ask again!
I'm coming out!
No!
Don't do it!
No!
Passenger get out of the vehicle!
Goddamnit!
Okay...
Here's your ticket.
You got thirty days to get that fixed.
Absolutely officer.
You have a good day.
You too sir.
(ominous music plays)
(heavy breathing)
(ominous music continues)
Surprise!
I'm so sorry.
Happy Birthday.
Oh my god, Dan! -Yeah.
How the hell did you get in here?
I cracked the back window when I slept over last night.
I know it's a little bit extra, but
I wanted to sweep you off your feet.
Okay, check it out, check it out.
So I took care of everything tonight, so
you can just sit back and chill.
TADA.
Okay, so I made cajun-style pork chops,
pink and bloody, just the way you like.
And I got that red velvet cake from Porto's.
Actually, the cake was supposed to be a
surprise, so just forget I mentioned the cake.
We got the champagne for
the lady and nonalcoholic beer.
We got roses, we got candles, beautiful pictures of us.
Birthday dinner, birthday girl. Happy birthday.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Shit! Oh, my God!
Okay, so I feel like I fucked this up.
Let's just like start over.
I'll jump back in the closet, and then, like, surprise.
What did you do to my kitchen?
Well, not to brag, but I cleaned it.
It's looking pretty good in here.
Did you see the cake? -You need to go.
You need to leave.
You need to leave right now.
Okay, Iris, look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out
but I just wanted to do something
special for you for your birthday.
Where's...where is my salt?
No shade, but you tend to get just a little
bit uptight, sometimes, and I love that about you.
You're tough.
You don't take shit from anybody.
But I was thinking maybe I could help you,
like, lighten up today just a teensy bit.
First of all, I am not uptight, okay?
I am super fucking fun when I want to be fun, okay?
And secondly, where is my salt, Dan!?
On the table. -Okay. Okay.
But I promise you're not going to need that.
I seasoned those pork chops to perfection.
Dan, you need to listen to me very carefully.
This is not a joke.
I cannot do this with you tonight, okay? Right now.
I am not asking.
I am telling.
Get out.
No. You know what?
Hey! -We're gonna talk about this.
Give it back!
Yeah, tell me what's going on.
Tell me what is going on with you. What is wrong?
What is going on? Iris!
Tell me the truth.
What is it? Is it me?
Am I not, like, a real possibility for you?
No!
No, I told you when we met that
I can't handle anything serious with anyone.
Yeah, but it's been six months already and
fuck, Iris, it is serious for me.
You barely even know me.
I do know you!
I know that your favorite ice cream flavor is coffee
Oreo, which is really strange, but really fucking cute.
I know that in another life, you were
a bluegrass singer with a mysterious past.
I know that when you wake up in the
morning, you twitch your nose like a chipmunk.
And every time I see it, it
makes me weirdly happy to be alive.
I wouldn't change anything about you.
You're perfect.
This is over. I'm sorry.
Hmmm.
Do you love me?
Dan, I am begging you, please!
Just a simple yes or no, and then I'll go.
Do you love me, or... -Get out!
(ominous sounds)
Holy shit.
Oh, fuck.
The fuck is that? -Shit!
Nothing!
That is not nothing!
It's too late! You gotta go!
Iris! -No, don't!
[Choking sounds]
Oh shit!
My bag! Okay, my bag. My bag. -What?
My bag is in the kitchen. Okay, ready?
I'm sorry! You're okay?
(screams)
Okay c'mon.
You're doing great. You're doing great.
We're almost there.
Okay, okay.
Okay we're here! You did it! Okay.
In the bag, there's a bottle of pig's blood.
Yes, you gotta take it and pour the whole thing in my mouth. Hurry!
Okay, okay.
You're doing good! That's it!
Pour it in my mouth.
The whole thing.
You can do it!
(coughing)
Okay.
That'll buy us a few seconds.
What are you?
The salt.
What?
I can't pour without my arms.
Ugh.
Make a circle around me.
No gaps.
My mom is a witch and my dad is a demon she summoned.
No gaps! -Sorry!
I tried.
I tried to just run away.
I wanted to be normal.
But every few months, it's really hard to predict.
Saturn and Venus will fall into discord, and...
It's like a dog whistle for my demon side.
Meaning what, exactly?
Basically, until sunrise, I become
a flesh eating monster.
Like, flesh, like people? -No.
Well, yes, but I mean, I can
survive on pig's blood and goat intestines.
It's not the same, but at least I can live with myself.
I feel sick.
You still think I'm perfect?
God, Dan, I tried to stay away from you,
but some stupid, idiot part of me just, just couldn't.
And you know why?
Because you're the perfect one.
I can see you're trying, but just go.
Maybe you can still remember me like
the person you thought I was.
(clicking sounds)
Oh, this oh, that's.
That's normal.
Oh, my God.
No.
Go for the toilet!
(puking sounds)
Oh, fuck. Okay. You're okay.
You're okay.
Fuck! I can't do this.
What am I even still doing here?
Fuck, man. Fucking crazy.
This is fucking crazy.
(ominous sounds)
Fuck!
Listen, um, Iris?
We uh, we need to talk.
And it's really not going to be a fun conversation.
Iris?
(ominous sounds
(growling)
Uh oh.
Iris, it's me!
It's Dan!
Listen to me! You're right!
I don't know you.
But you don't know me either.
I'm bipolar manic depressive!
It used to be really bad.
I tried to kill myself.
Look, I should have told you, but
I didn't want to scare you off.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me.
(roaring sounds)
I can't stop myself!
It's okay!
It's not your fault.
Stick out your pinky.
What?
Trust me.
All right.
I trust you.
(ominous music intensifies)
(biting and screams)
Grab the salt!
(ominous music plays)
(screams)
Dan? Dan?
Are you okay?
Still breathing.
By the morning, I can walk out of here.
I'm going to be okay.
If you want to go, you can go.
You should probably go.
Yeah, yeah okay.
Dan?
Yeah?
The answer is yes.
I love you.
(music plays)
(music continues)
Happy birthday.
(ominous music plays with screeches)
(roaring and eating sounds)
Good?
You know, you don't have to do this alone.
Also, I kind of broke your mirror. I'm sorry.
I had a little bit of a
panic attack and...
Iris? Are you...?
(puking sounds)
Yep, okay.
Yep, that's fine.
(music continues)
I tried not to chew.
(music continues)
Follow the eye.
Feel your fingers.
Feel...
how the relaxation comes out of your fingers
and spreads
throughout your body.
Inhale...
exhale...
deeply.
Keep following the eye.
Feel...
the air flowing in and out
of your body.
Feel your breath.
Listen to it.
I'm here with you.
Tell me what you see.
It's dark.
I'm alone.
She's here.
She looks pregnant.
Who?
No.
No, no. Please.
Breathe, Mia.
I don't want to breathe. Please, take me back.
Wake up, Mia
in five...
four...
three..
two...
one.
Do you want to be a mother?
I don't know I don't...
really think about that.
Perhaps you do.
I don't.
Perhaps you will.
Do you want to be a mother?
Do you.
I wanted...
in the past.
I couldn't.
Remember...
you have to face her today.
I'll try.
Inhale...
exhale.
What is she doing?
I don't think I can do this.
Look at her face.
Who is she?
Please.
Please!
She's...
She's gonna...
Mia?
Mia.
Tell me what you see.
I see flowers.
Describe them.
You know.
You sent them.
Mia...
wake up
in five...
- four... - Poor fetus.
Mommy missed the funeral.
She couldn't help herself.
Eight and a half months for nothing.
Mia...
wake up.
Roses...
send some for Mia too.
Coward.
Mia?
Mia...
Mia!
Mia?
What a beautiful day.
It's definitely not a day for you to sleep through.
Wakey. Wakey.
So did you sleep well? I slept like a baby.
I've been working so hard. I just completely crashed.
Us women, we work too hard. We say that we want equality,
but the reality is we can and do everything better.
Here you go. It's home mate.
Darling. If it was poisoned,
I wouldn't be eating it with you.
So today I thought we might have a little heart to heart, you know,
some real girl time because as you know,
I don't really have many girlfriends, so I thought it would be fun to do this.
This girlfriend thing. What do you think?
It
Needs a little bit more salt, doesn't it?
I mean the meat in it is definitely quite tough, but it's lean.
You know what the funny thing is,
is that I have always thought that women were against each other.
I mean if you think about it,
the real reason that we don't have a quality is not because men won't allow it,
but because deep down women don't really want it.
I mean they like to be repressed. It's what comes naturally.
Men are also repressed, but we just don't allow them to be. We scream louder,
we demand more attention and we inadvertently turn them into our heroes.
Wouldn't you agree?
Have you finished?
Did you like it?
I am not gonna cook for you and care for you if you
can't even have the decency to answer me. Are you finished?
Yes. And did
You like it?
Yes.
Well, that's good.
Now I think that you can do the dishes I cooked so you can clean
girl time. Girl time
Shallow. We do.
We could paint each other's nails,
Pillow
Fights.
Think it might be a bit over. Pillow fights. Talking though.
Women do a lot of talking. Talking about men. Mostly.
I think that you can start because you've probably done this before.
How old were you when you had your first kiss? Or
F**k
If you're not gonna talk, you'll just have to go back to sleep.
I don't know. I think that you do.
13. 13. Now that is slutty.
Speaking of f*****g, how was Julian
to f**k? I mean,
was he romantic or rath or both?
Like I sort of thought he had a bit of a routine down,
but maybe somebody else would've a different perspective. So you,
I am the only entertainment you've got, hun.
So you might as well stop trying to avoid the f*****g subject and come clean and
tell me he doesn't love me. He loves don't you say it,
don't you tell me who he loves. I mean he's disposable obviously,
but f*****g me over must have really sealed the deal.
You bought all of this on yourself.
Hold still, you'll make me get it everywhere.
I hope you like the color. It's called party minks.
Quite appropriate, don't you think?
So we never really got to have our heart to heart and I wanted to
talk to you
to tell you things that maybe only a girlfriend would understand.
You see, Julian told me,
I
Dunno how to say this,
we were in a bad place. You understand?
Julian said
that he had a type of girl that he could jerk off to
and a type of girl that he could fall in love with,
but that he didn't think it could be the same woman.
I mean, isn't that ridiculous? Does it make any sense to you?
Like what an idiot, right?
I'm not going to kill you so you can relax now
without Julian, I don't have anyone
and I'd like to have a girlfriend and you're not an ideal choice.
But you're all I've got and I'm all you've got.
So we might as well make the best of a s****y situation.
Where's Julian?
He's gone. He left us.
I'll put these away.
No,
What are you doing?
Putting the nail polish away
In the
Fridge's.
The best place to keep it. Here we go.
It's the first time someone is attempting to hire me to kill myself.
My name is Ronald Reynolds, and I am a hitman. I run my own business.
No one knows who I am, but here's someone who wants to kill me.
Walter Brandi.
What bothers me is that I don't know why he wants me dead.
I really don't know him at all.
I barely see him here and there at the club,
but I find everything about him annoying.
He's powerful, cocky, and he thinks highly of himself,
even though he's just a bit more than a rich man that works with bureaucrats
to find policy loopholes to use to his own advantage.
All these people from the club never really worked a day in their lives,
and Brandi, obviously, takes advantage of them every time he gets the chance.
He won't succeed with me.
During the last 20 years, I've been hired to kill quite a number of people,
and I've managed my missions with efficiency and minimal involvement for my clients.
Always successful.
Only once I went too close.
But I'm still here.
My victims are varied in background and occupation,
but they have at least one thing in common,
an enemy who is willing to spend money for their disappearance.
Money that I receive in cryptocurrency.
Money that I used to buy my own villa.
Money that I have invested in a career as an art dealer.
Lately, in crypto art.
Idiots pay for anything.
My undercover daily job has become my thinking space
and a fortress for my solitude.
Brandi.
Not that he knows he's engaging me for the job.
He thinks he's just employing someone to kill Ronald Reynolds.
That makes me hunter and prey.
Obviously, the job can't go through.
Brandi is in touch with Wolf Order,
an agency I created to solve problems for my clients.
Deep web, hackers.
The victim's name is found on a fine left on a car
whose license plate and location are sent via text.
My weapon is a knife,
lethal and easily disposable.
My success on the job brought me what I wanted the most:
Freedom.
Since I married her, though, something has changed.
Helen,
my passionate Helen.
Walter Brandi, I would've declined the assignment,
except I didn't want him to go to someone else with his commission.
We are practically strangers, yet, you want me dead?
Do you really want to play this game?
Well, then the game
Is on.
Problems?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm a little bit drunk.
I bet you've got ten there.
Cigarettes.
If I'm right, I'm going to pay for your drink.
Ah, well...
If you win,
it should be me getting you a drink.
- No, no. - No?
No. I'm the one making the bet, not you.
I like playing in reverse.
So if you've got ten cigarettes,
I win. But I pay for the drinks.
If there are nine or eleven, you win, but you pay.
So it's a win-win for me.
You are betting that I'll be curious to see how many cigarettes I have.
But the odds are against you.
It's a good way to get a free drink.
So.
Because we are cowards
We want to share the guilt when we punish someone
instead, we should be doing it ourselves.
Without fear.
Wait a second. Do what?
Kill?
Murder?
A murder.
A murder?
A murder.
Are you serious?
For what reason?
For revenge,
for money,
for love.
Is that enough?
In any case, I think I get your trick.
One must always watch the prey
before the prey becomes aware of it.
Am I right?
But I'm not prey.
Do you want to finish my drink?
No.
- No? - No.
No?
You've had too much to drink.
Everything's okay?
Yeah, sure.
I don't believe you.
Was it that man?
Come on!
I'm your wife.
What's wrong?
Ronnie?
Let's sell everything and leave.
Yeah. Right.
Yes. Sell everything.
That man really shook you.
That's our song.
It's a sign.
Something doesn't add up.
I'm missing something.
I don't understand.
Why does Brandi want me dead?
For money?
He must have a hundred times more money than me.
For vengeance?
But for what?
We never met.
We've never done business together.
I barely know who he is.
He didn't even seem to recognize me at the bar.
How did he even hear about the Wolf Order?
He can't know it's me
or he wouldn't have contacted me.
Did he find out about the NFTs?
How?
Is it then for a woman?
For a woman?
Which woman?
For Helen?
That can't be true.
With Brandi?
It doesn't make sense.
Helen and Brandi?
No.
Helen and Brandi.
Anyway,
I followed Helen and she was arguing with a woman
who I later found out was Demetra Dragomiroff.
She's a Russian oligarch who got rich from genetically modified corn.
Now she's been investing a lot of money in grade-scale real estate in the home,
and that's all I know about her.
I followed Brandi too.
He spends a lot of time in a betting shop and talks a lot.
[swearing in German]
But aside from that, well,
he's always in some office or another to meet with his business partners.
His is friends with all of Rome's real estate developers.
I think he's a moron,
but he controls a lot of money and is not afraid of making enemies.
The good news is that Helen, with him, zero.
Nada. Nicht.
No contacts, no links.
They have never met.
I don't think they know each other.
If I had to bet,
I would say that it's more likely that Brandi had some business with Demetra,
the Russian woman.
I'll keep digging.
He wants you dead.
She wants you dead.
They want you dead.
Trust no one.
Don't fall for their lies.
Watch out!
Hello, I'm Walter Brandi
Aren't you the cigarettes guy.
We met a few days ago.
Yes, I am.
Ronald Reynolds.
Yes.
Could we talk for a moment?
Some time ago, I hired someone
to kill you.
Well, I think it's already time for you to leave.
But don't you want to know why I came here?
Okay.
Do you remember the attorney, Valentina Arcioni?
The papers spoke about her for days.
No.
It was in the crime pages more or less three years ago.
Valentina's husband was killed.
She was an intelligent, funny woman.
But after that tragedy,
all that blood.
She's the one who found the husband,
and deep down, something inside her changed it forever.
I was in her home when it happened.
You know?
When her husband was murdered?
No.
When Valentina killed herself.
Oh!
We've been together before.
She was magnificent.
The husband, instead,
when he died, I tried my best to help.
And then, after some time, Valentina swallowed an entire bottles of sleeping pills.
That's terrible. I'm really sorry.
Yeah, the thing is...
she died in my arms.
But...
But what?
David died from my fault.
I cannot go on living.
I killed the only person I love.
I am weak.
I can't go on anymore.
Look for...
Wolf Order.
Goodbye.
So what did the police say?
Police!
Listen, Mr. Brandi,
it's all very interesting, but what's it got to do with me?
I want revenge!
Too naive?
Your Valentina doesn't strike me as being completely innocent.
Nobody is innocent. Everyone has secrets!
But this Wolf Order led my Valentina into temptation.
I contacted the hitman.
Ah!
A kind of trap.
And I am the prey.
Correct.
Mr. Brandi,
I'm not a prey.
You have a secret too.
One of my companies,
I bought one of your digital piece of art.
I've been told it's a good time to invest,
but I discovered that the work is a fake.
This whole crypto art thing is...
Who the hell are you?
I'm the one who can make you feel like you're strand in a desert.
A desert?!
I don't sell Rembrandts, Mr. Brandi.
I sell digital artwork.
If people don't know the value of what they buy,
it's not my fault.
Certainly I haven't killed anyone.
No one loves to be conned.
You're blackmailing me.
If I don't accept, you're going to report me.
Report you?
No, no, no, no.
It's the motive for hiding the hitman.
Revenge against someone who conned me.
You chose me at random?
Yes.
You are just my bait
On August 7th at 9:30 PM,
the killer break into your villa to stab you.
I jump out and shoot him.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Oh, Helen.
Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.
No, no, no, no, no.
Come and meet my wife.
This is Helen and this is Walter Brandi.
You two already know each other.
No, we don't know each other.
I think I have ever seen you before.
Maybe at the party?
No, no, no, no. I don't know.
Maybe...
Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter.
Nice to meet you.
Well, you got here just in time because Brandi could become a great friend.
We're about to make a huge deal.
That's "The Mule in Space."
Yes. He bought one and wants to buy the whole series.
We're going to be rich.
Can I talk to you for a second?
Sorry. Could you excuse us?
No problem.
- What is it? - What are you doing?
He can get me into some huge deals.
But that's the most important piece of art you own.
Yes, and as they say, he's making me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Brandi, you confirm that even if the buyer doesn't show up, we're still partners, right?
- You wait a second? - It's okay.
Of course. You have my word.
Ronnie!
It's enough, Helen!
It was lovely meeting you.
Helen?
I have just remembered when I've seen your wife.
A few weeks ago, she was arguing with a Russian woman I met.
She's buying up half of Rome and she needs a lot of permits.
She never speaks.
They say that if she speaks to you, it's not a good sign.
Her name is Demetra something, but she was introduced to me as 'mamochka', mommy.
I said, why mommy?
And they said, because no one ever wants to disappoint their mommy.
Listen, I've got a problem.
My husband has suddenly decided to sell the piece.
I can no longer guarantee gets into your hands.
Are you sure that no one knew about the plan?
Listen, it's my plan and you know that I respect you,
but I think you have to listen to me right now!
You know what's the problem with this country?
It's too,
it's too hot.
Living here is too easy, to comfortable.
People who grow up in warm places have no backbone.
If one night they sleep without blankets, nothing happens to them.
So they learn nothing.
I am of a certain age,
but I still make the mistake of trusting people!
What a fool!
It's obvious who we'll create problems.
You respect me?
Then be the solution,
not the problem.
And that's not all.
In America, she was doing insider trading by becoming closer to some rich investors.
Yeah.
Hey!
She would sell them the information on anonymous websites
specialized in the US and Russian markets for Demetra.
Her nickname was Black Red Beat.
But I'm pretty sure she was Helen.
I'm very sure
Rumors in Dark web is that Demetra, last year,
thanks to Blake Red Beat,
arranged the death of a Chinese man
in order to crush his company's shares.
Blake Red Beat then organized a speculation that brought millions to Demetra,
who's now investing them in NFTs.
The new money laundering game.
Her enemies have tried multiple times to bring her down,
but she always managed to hang on.
She blackmails, manipulates, threatens.
Listen,
I'm not an angel,
but Demetra stops at nothing.
Huh?
If you get close to her, there's only one way out.
So making her to our enemy is stupid.
Let's stop now!
Okay. Let's try not to become frozen food for the wolfs Siberia.
I'm afraid that they're looking for me.
I have to disappear for a while.
Scheisse!
Okay. Thank you. Yeah.
Yes. I'll talk to you soon. Bye.
What's up?
What's so funny?
Have you seen The Sixth Sense?
But anyways, what?
With this heat, the only thing we can do is drink before the ice melts.
Yeah. It really is hot.
You know I have a will and a life insurance
and that everything I own will go to my brother Roger.
You remember Roger, right?
What?
Yes. I hadn't thought about it since we got married.
I'm going to make some changes in the next few days in your favor because
if, you know, something were to happen to me, if I were to have an accident,
you wouldn't get anything, none of my assets.
And I would never want your world to come crashing down on you, my love.
Never!
Dead.
She wants your money.
Why did you fall for her? She's selfish.
She doesn't care about you. You made a mistake with her.
Fix it!
Once you dead, she'll kill you.
You're the prey.
You're her prey.
She'll find a way.
She'll find a way to kill you.
She'll get rid of you.
She'll find a way to get rid of you.
Mr. Brandi, come in.
Follow me.
Have you got the gun?
Yes.
Please, have a seat and we can maybe have a drink.
Brandy?
Oh God, yes.
Tonight I bet you have 18 cigarettes.
Son of a bitch!
Where's your wife?
You know, I thought you might be having an affair with my wife.
Then I saw you together and I was reassured.
I usually understand very well what's going on between two people.
We're alone for a few hours.
The only person who will enter this house is the hitman.
Provided he's accepted your money. That is.
Of course, no one will refuse that kind of money.
Well, let's not waste it then.
You can hide back here.
You can have the view of the room.
I'll be sitting on the couch and...
now we wait.
I'll put on some music.
Hello, my dear.
We need to talk.
Before you say anything, I know you tried to poison me.
I also know about "The Mule in Space",
about "Mamochka" and about Black Red Bit.
So...
I guess I'm lucky to still be alive.
Ronnie...
Sorry!
Sorry, that's too loud!
So do you have 18 cigarettes or are you feeling okay?
You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Why don't you get into position?
Yes.
Did you hear that?
The killer
Let's go
Wait, wait!
Wait!
No!
Oh my God! No!
- Please! Please! - I saw the killer
- Please, no! - I saw the killer!
I saw a shadow..
Non me ne frega un cazzo. Sveglialo!
Un assassino ha ucciso sua moglie e io ero proprio qui.
Secondo te è abbastanza urgente.
A murder.
I want revenge!
I contacted the hitman.
Kind of trap, I'm the prey.
No one will refuse that kind of money.
The only person who will enter this house is the hitman.
Here's the problem.
They thought they could play with me,
that I'd be their prey.
They lost.
We all lost something.
You can't touch an unhinged mad dog like me.
Only the wolf packs of Siberia return to their matriarch
like obedient puppies.
Out here though,
dog eat dog.
Hello, Demetra!