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ANGELA: …but to choke them in their sleep?
VINCENT: You have no idea, Ms. Bathgate. I’m the only known connection to Tony. These women are crazy, they collect every piece of information about him, every picture, they admire anything he does, they fantasize about him. Can you believe it? First there were the romance books about him, but at the trial they all saw him in person, well dressed - I picked his tie myself…
ANGELA: Wait a minute. There are romance books about Tony?
VINCENT: I thought you knew…

TONY: Huh. Vincent, you old dog, what do you think you’re doing? Should I return the courtesy and give you the “She’s too young for you” speech you gave me not so long ago? What stories are you telling her?
​

VINCENT: Here.Take it.
ANGELA: (smirks) Don’t tell me you’re carrying a romance book with you all the time.
VINCENT: Helps me fall asleep.
ANGELA: Is it that bad?
VINCENT: It’s actually a good read. But I already know the story. The author broke Tony’s heart.
ANGELA: She dumped him?
VINCENT: She died.
​

ANGELA: She died? Was she ill?
​

VINCENT: She was killed by Tony’s enemies. They found her and his son. They took them in order to control Tony and make him their tool. At least that's what I think happened. He never told me all details.
ANGELA: Couldn’t he save them?
VINCENT: He saved his son. He would have saved the woman as well, if it wasn’t for one idiot who let him down.
ANGELA: Who?
VINCENT: Me.
ANGELA: Oh. What happened?
VINCENT: Ms. Bathgate, I answered almost all your question. Would you mind answering one of mine?
ANGELA: Sure.
VINCENT: Where is Tony? Since he left Newcrest I haven’t been able to reach him. He’s not answering my calls. I really need to speak with him.
ANGELA: I'm sure, he’s around here somewhere. 

TONY: May I see your visitor tag, sir? You have to wear it visibly or you might get in trouble. Didn’t you see the flyers? There’s a dangerous criminal on the loose.
ANGELA: *checks out Tony in uniform and swallows hard*

ANGELA: Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to freshen up. I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.
​

VINCENT: I’m in shock, Tony. A uniform? Have you find yourself an honest job at last? Or is it to impress the young lady? A uniform and a made up story about an old debt. Cheap tricks, but I can tell they are working.
TONY: Not this talk again, Vincent…
VINCENT: You pick them younger and younger. Did you tell her how old you actually are? We are the same age, Tony.
TONY: She doesn’t need to know. And the debt is not a made up story.
VINCENT: It isn’t? I never heard of this Nigel Bathgate. 
TONY: Of course you didn’t. Our people didn’t call him by his real name. Perhaps the name L'Inglese will ring a bell.
VINCENT: Ah. So you are playing a bodyguard of the Englishman’s granddaughter. On which side of her bedroom door are you sleeping when you’re performing this noble deed? 
TONY: You don’t need to worry, I have my own bedroom. 
VINCENT: I know you. It’s only a matter of time until you decide she’ll be safer if you share the bedroom with her. And by the look of it, young Ms. Bathgate has already come to the same conclusion.
TONY: *rolls eyes* Maybe be you could tell me why you really wanted to speak with me instead of this interrogation.

VINCENT: My cousins sent a message. It says: ‘All is forgotten. Tony Corleonesi may return home.’
TONY: *grinds his teeth*  'All is forgotten’?! I haven’t forgotten.
VINCENT: Me neither.
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TONY: Do you believe this crap?
VINCENT: Hell no! All they want is to use you. People still remember your name back there. Besides, they better not see what you look like today. But maybe they know.
TONY: Che mi baciano il culo!
VINCENT: Don’t you miss home sometimes?
TONY: Home is where the heart is. I have no home, Vincent. Not anymore.

VINCENT: There’s another thing we need to discuss, Tony. But we can do it on the way to my hotel. I need to catch a flight to Windenburg and I still have some work to do. I didn’t plan to spend the whole afternoon talking to Ms. Bathgate.
TONY: I bet you enjoyed every minute of it. I can only imagine the stories you told her…
VINCENT: Nothing sensitive you wouldn’t told her yourself, I assure you. I wish you were answering my calls.
TONY: I was busy.
VINCENT: You still have some explaining to do. You left things unfinished in Newcrest. A certain lady has been asking about you. And here you are with another lady.
TONY: I couldn’t stay. She will understand eventually.
VINCENT: I’m not judging, just informing you.

VINCENT: Ah, here’s Ms. Bathgate at last.
ANGELA: Are we leaving already?
VINCENT: I’m afraid so.

ANGELA: The uniform looks good on you, Tony.
TONY: Thank you, Ms. Bathgate. Now I’m really tempted to keep it.
ANGELA: I really hope you didn’t have to hurt anybody to get it.
TONY: Don’t worry, Ms. Bathgate, the guy I borrowed it from had absolutely no objections.
VINCENT: *clears his throat loudly*
TONY (grinning): Vincent seems to think I should return it. Unlike me he gets wiser with age. I’ll be back in a minute.

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MALE VOICE: Our client is tired of waiting. We have to deliver the goods tonight.
MAN: She just exited the café, but she is not alone, has a sugar daddy with her.
MALE VOICE: No more waiting. I’m sending boys with the van.
MAN: All right. We’ll grab them both if necessary.

TONY: Hi. Nice hiding place you have here. Great view too.
MAN: Get lost, weirdo.
TONY: That was a very interesting call you had.
MAN: You’re are so in trouble, dude.
TONY: I don’t think so.
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TONY: Let’s go. What are you two waiting for?
ANGELA: You? Why the haste all of a sudden?
TONY: A storm’s coming.
ANGELA: (sceptically) A storm?
TONY: Yep. A very bad storm.
VINCENT: *raises eyebrows*​

ANGELA: You enjoy being all cryptic, don’t you? What is it on your shirt?
TONY: If I told you it’s a tomato sauce would you believe me? Let’s move!
VINCENT: *resigned sigh* I strongly recommend doing what he says, Ms. Bathgate. What did you do this time, Tony?
TONY: Just disposed of some garbage.

ANGELA: How did you two meet exactly?
VINCENT: Do you want to tell her, Tony, or shall I?
TONY: I caught him with a girl I was seeing and told him I would kill him.
ANGELA: Oh.
VINCENT: That’s not how it was!
TONY: That’s pretty much how it was.
VINCENT: He forgot to mention that the girl he was seeing had a twin sister. Neither of us knew of the other. Thankfully, we got the situation straight before Tony could kill me.
ANGELA: Seriously?
TONY: (grins) Things got definitely more interesting for the four of us after that, didn’t they, Vince?
VINCENT: (snortles) Good old times.

VINCENT: Speaking of old… Given your condition, have you thought about who is going to take care of your legal matters when I’m gone?
TONY: Don’t talk like that, Vincent. With my lifestyle the odds are against me. I still might die first.
VINCENT: You’ve always been a survivor, Tony. I’d put all my money on you anytime. If I had a son or a daughter, it would be easy, I would trust you into their care. Unfortunately, I neglected this part of my life and now it’s too late. I cannot recommend any lawyer from my firm either. They are mostly Salvatores and unlike mine their loyalty lies with their relatives not with you…
TONY: Don’t worry about it, Vincent.
VINCENT: …however, there is someone else I’m considering…

TONY: (glancing back) Ms. Bathgate, please, keep up.
​

ANGELA: Hmm. I wonder if Tony likes red. Maybe if I put this on, he will finally start calling me Angela…
​

TONY: Merda!
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TONY: You don’t want to be here right now, Vince.
VINCENT: What is it now?
TONY: Take cover!
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ANGELA: Tonyyyy!!!!!!

TONY: Fucking bastards. Why didn’t they bring a whole army? I will kill them all! You alright, Vince?
VINCENT: Don’t worry about me. Take care of the girl.

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