All language subtitles for Citta violenta (1970)

VIOLENT CITY
(US: THE FAMILY)

Get off, hurry!

Coogan!

Let's go away together,

wherever you want,
for as long as you want.

- You don't even know who I am.
- I don't care.

I'm leaving behind my whole life so far.
You do the same, Jeff -- for ever.

Darling, let it go, I beg you --

Just think of being happy.
Relax.

Everything around us is so beautiful...

Jeff --

Jeff.

Webber sent you, didn't he?

He wants me out
so I join the Organization, isn't it?

No, Jeff. I came on my own.
I heard you were in trouble,

You're a special person to me,
you were my first client.

Don't get upset.

I just don't want anything to do with them.

Nice to see you.

That's better.

So, Jeff --

let's see if I can bail you out again this time.
Tell me what happened.

All you need to know is that
I shot to defend myself.

I killed them with a gun
of one of their own.

Very well, but we'll have to say
a little more to the judge.

Jeff, why did they want to snuff you out?

Tell him it was a mistake.
They took me for someone else.

Do you think the judge will buy that?

Perhaps if the woman you were with
testifies the gun wasn't yours --

What woman? There was no woman.

I was alone.

Why do you lie to me, Jeff?
People saw her.

Then go look for someone
who hasn't seen her.

Just say that I shot in self-defense,
and that I was alone.

Jeff, this isn't the time
to get sentimental.

And that's not your style.

It could cost you a lot
to get out again.

It won't be for long.

Somebody! Please say something to me!

These two will end up driving me crazy!

Would you mind telling me
why you don't ever open your mouth?

What the hell is the matter?

Do you find it disgusting to talk to us,
or have you got a serious case of the blues?

You know what, Jeff Heston?

You should count your blessings,

because if there were any justice in this world,

you should be hanging from a noose,
with your eyes half popping out

like a pair of poached eggs!

Self-defense? Gimme a break!

D'you think we don't know
you snuffed three bastards

and who knows how many more
you have in your conscience?

Ah, but Jeff Heston is a professional,
a highly skilled expert!

No evidence, no witnesses, no nothing!

It all gets fixed with a couple years in the can!

But I -- I'm just a poor burglar,

and for 400 lousy dollars, I'll be rotting
away in this stinking dump for ten years!

Don't move!

Don't move!!

Take it away... Take it away...!

I beg you -- please!
Hurry! Hurry!

Quickly, please!

Jeff! What are you waiting for
to get rid of it?

Jeff!

What are you doing?
Are you out of your mind?

You had to show him you're a tough guy
even in here, isn't it?

What the hell do you want?

Once I met a man --

who for forty years was a good husband.

A good father,

a good citizen.

One morning he skipped work
and bought an automatic gun.

He stood at a street corner and started to shoot.

He killed three people.

Well, everybody said he was insane,
but it wasn't so.

He had just found his calling.

He was born to kill.

It could have happened to me...

...or to you.

We have always killed,

always worked with guns.

Then comes a day

we come to realize
we did wrong things,

and that we have a conscience after all.

Twenty grand
ain't too shabby, Jeff --

and come to think of it,
it isn't really a crime.

My uncle is almost 80. Eighty!

Think of it as just giving him a little push.

No guilty feelings.

I'm a professional.

Yes?

I'm a friend of your nephew's.

He asked me to call and warn you
that someone wants to kill you.

What? I don't understand, what did you --?

Who is this?
Where is that man?

He's waiting for you at the pier.
If you look outside you can see him.

Hello, I can't hear you! Hello!

Hello!

But I can't see anyone!
I can't hear you! Answer me!

I'm a professional.

I stayed looking at him.

It never happened to me before.

The others have been just targets for me.

Why did I stay looking at him?

When you get out of here,
get a job change, Jeff.

Something has changed inside you.

How that happened, I dunno.

It was she who did it, wasn't it?

You loved her and she betrayed you.

Shut up, old geezer! That's enough.

Looking good.

Let's go, Jeff.
Webber wants to speak with you.

You know what? You're a lucky guy.

You just got out and already has
a little job in line.

- Yes, but I'm not working any more.
- Fifty grand.

I said no!

Chrissake, Jeff, for such a bunch
anyone would pull the trigger!

- Listen --
- Sorry...?

This gentleman has a proposal for you.

What...?

Hello, Jeff.

Buttoned-up like a bunch of martinets.

They have become employees. Killers who
punch in their time cards and have a pension plan.

You did well to say no to them
and not going to see Webber.

You belong to a different breed.

Jeff, you're like me -- a free man.

We like to think with our own brains,

and act with our own hands.

And when the moment arrives,
we take charge of things,

ready to risk our neck.

Excuse me for a minute.

What the hell was that?

Your daily good deed to earn
a ticket to Heaven?

No, Heaven is more expensive.
Fifty bucks a day.

Heroin. The blind man is my contact.

- Listen, darling. I love the way you play, just play it for me.
- Alright.

I'd like you to do some research for me.

Who are you looking for?

Jerry Coogan and Vanessa Shelton.

I need to know where they are.

Okay.

I need to know right away!

Skinny?

Yeah, that's me.

Your car is ready. It's down there.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to
Irish Hills, Michigan.

Home of the Sixth Canadian-American Challenge Cup,

the world-famous "Can-Am"!

Some of the world's most prestigious names in car racing
will take part in this challenge.

A crowd of almost forty thousand is gathered here from
all fifty States, so they can follow

every thrilling moment of this breathtaking race!

Our Race Director is superstar Stirling Moss.

At this very moment the mechanics are
doing the last adjustments to their cars

that will burn the track at 200 miles per hour!

Though they are all seasoned veterans,

we can feel a certain anxiety among the competitors.

That anxiety is quite understandable,
since this round of the Can-Am

is considered the deciding race
for the current season.

Let's have a look at the competitors.

Dennis Holt...

John Siegel...

Jerry Coogan, the millionaire celebrity,
a big racing fan...

Now the cars are being taken
to the starting line.

As you all know, the starter will increase
its speed

Race Director Stirling Moss
will drive the pace car,

slowly increasing its speed until it reaches
the starting line.

In this phase, those wonderful mechanical marvels
are being manned by their crew.

The racers closely follow the action, without losing their
sight from their machines

in which they'll soon be proving
all their worth and skill.

As the cars are taken to the grid,
we can hear the roar of their engines.

Their trained ears tell the mechanics
if there is the slightest inconsistency.

We're just minutes before the race starts.

We remind you this is a live broadcast
from Irish Mills, Michigan.

The racers are ready.

Yes, the Race Director has just
authorized - they're off!

As for her, I couldn't find anything.

I asked around,
I looked for her everywhere,

but nobody knows a thing,

or nobody wants to talk.

I'm sorry, Jeff. Listen --

Can I give you some good advice?

- No.
- But I'll give you all the same.

Forget her, Jeff.
Go away.

Some sun and fresh air will do you good.

But if you insist,
I'll keep looking for her.

And if I find something, I'll write you.

But listen to me, Jeff,
don't stir up trouble.

I've got to find her --

-- and soon!

... and I am sure, in the best traditions
of our Old South,

that none of you will fail to contribute
to this humane and worthy cause.

Those tiny, innocent victims of poverty
will once again have faith in life

when they know they have so many friends
who care about them,

and then perhaps they'll understand
the message of civilization,

that America is trying to give
to the poorest among their poor.

So, if you find it in your heart
that you can help our cause,

please give your donation to the lady
who walks among you with a basket.

Jeff!

I know that you won't believe me.

It's awful to go on making mistakes
and not being able to fix them.

I was already Coogan's girlfriend
for quite some time.

When I met you, he was very jealous
and figured it out.

So he had me followed and soon found out
what was going on between us.

He also found out who you were
and decided to use you to get rid of his uncle,

and then get rid of you and win me back.

That much he got. You went back to him.

Yes, I went back to him!

What else could I have done?

It was just for a short while!

I couldn't forget you, Jeff!

I couldn't forget what he did to you!
I left him right away!

Alright, I was wrong then, I'm wrong now,
I'm always wrong!

All because I can't stand being alone!

We can start all over again, Jeff.
Leave everything behind!

Jeff, no, not here!

Let me go!

Jeff, please let me go!

Why is that whenever I am with you,

I always end up around
blood and violence?

The whole town is always
full of blood and violence.

You only see it when you're with me.

Come!

This is for you.

Hi, dear.

My name is Heston.
I have two reservations for Miami.

- Your tickets, sir.
- Thank you.

There's an envelope for you,
Mr. Heston.

Cancel them.

What do you know about those pictures?

What kind of joke is that, Jeff?
Are you gone nuts?

- Did you do them because of this?
- Take that gun away!

That woman has turned your head.
She's setting you up against me!

I was the first guy to lend you a hand,
tell me what the hell is going on!

I'm the only friend you've got!

I didn't expect that from you, Jeff.
Just forget about me!

Alright, my mistake.

Whatever, I have to defend myself.

From me?!

What kind of shit is this,
I've always been with you, haven't I?

I've always helped you, haven't I?

But I won't do it again,
that's for sure!

This is what happens when you have
a hobby like taking pictures!

Who ordered the pictures?

Who ordered the pictures?

No, please, they'll kill me!

That, I can do it myself!

No... No! Please!

Leave him alone, Jeff!

A true French hero, indeed --

Poor bastard, and all for nothing.

I'll tell you, Jeff, I ordered the pictures.

I've been looking for you everywhere
so we could have a talk.

Just take it easy.

We brought you a strictly personal
invitation.

You know what, Jeff?

You look good in a picture.

Now you're coming with us, aren't you?

I told you, the boss wants to see you.

Hey, Jeff...!

Hello, Steve, what a coincidence...!

Not quite --

This club belongs to Webber. I come here now and then
to play tennis and work out a bit.

What about you?

Webber wants to talk to him.

Tell him he stopped to talk to me,
it won't take more than one minute.

He's down there in the Japanese court.

Hurry, Jeff, you know
he doesn't like to wait.

- What are you up to with Webber?
- Nothing, he just wants to see me.

Listen --

I know it's none of my business, but --

be careful with Webber.

He doesn't flatter people for nothing,

he squeezes them out
and then throws them away.

I don't want that to happen to you.

But you work for him...!

Yes, but I take advantage of him
and not the other way round.

I'm a lawyer, Jeff, and it often happens

that I have to work with
that kind of people.

I can convince him that
certain methods and amounts of violence

are things of the past and shouldn't be done any more.

Jeff --

I want to make you a proposition.

There is a company in Venezuela,

something clean, I myself deal with it in person,

one of the latest acquisitions of the Organization.

If you want, I can arrange for you to leave today.

Just don't go see Webber.

Well, Steve, I've got to see him.
You make a good point,

so does he as well.

Jeff --

I'll be in my office till late.
Come see me after yoiu're done with Webber.

Alright.

And remember:

Not always
those who give orders...

...are those who are in charge.

I made you an offer, Jeff,
and you refused it with a lie!

You said you didn't want to work any more,
and yet --

Coogan... Wow!

You can't lie to Papa, Jeff,
he always finds out.

Particularly if Papa is a suspicious
son-of-a-bitch like me!

That was no job. I did it for myself.

- And you shouldn't take offense so easily.
- No, I'm not taking offense.

But I can't allow certain things.

It's a matter of authority.

In the Organization, I've got to get respect,

otherwise it'll all go to shit.
But things were once different --

Then,

it was enough to keep some of the boys
in line from time to time.

A small number of them,
just to make an example.

With that, all the others would stay
in order and under control.

Today's kids are all cocky,
complain about everything and have no respect.

I want those pictures.

And I want you to join the Family.

I've always been an orphan, Webber.

I'm used to be alone.

But even orphans get married.

You can't live apart from everything,
especially these days.

You need to belong to something --
a group, a party, a church.

If you're alone, you get screwed.

Nobody in my Family would have been
canned in the Virgin Islands.

I wouldn't have allowed it, understand?

Listen, I have great plans for you.

The Organization is changing in many ways.

It's getting stronger and even cleaner.

Now we're operating at a serious, national level.

In the new outfits, small-time killers are useless.

But if it happens that once in a while
one is needed,

then we make use of the very best.
Like you, nothing less!

You'll have a good, regular pay, a retirement plan
and all the freedom you want.

But if I call you, you come, huh? Always.

There's no divorce in our Family, remember.

That I know very well.

The bottom of the harbor is full of divorcees.

It's like an underwater museum.

That's pure fiction, Jeff.
Worthless pulp fiction!

Listen, I'll offer you something more.

If you accept, you can bring in your friend,
what's 'is name... Killain?

Killain? Do you still remember him?

If he didn't join us,
that's because I didn't want him in.

If I want him with me, he'll come to me.
He or anyone else.

- I'll give you an answer tomorrow.
- No!

Wait --

I'm not done yet.

I know you don't believe me, Jeff,
but I do miss the old times.

You don't understand it,
you're from another generation,

you're part of this hi-tech world,
you can't imagine how good it once was.

See that bank, for instance,

The first time I got in there
was with a machine gun in my hands.

We were three, we wiped'em out!

Now I bought it and am the head of their
Board of Directors.

You don't have any idea
how much that bothers them!

I'll give you my word,
at least that makes me happy.

Killain also speaks of the old times --

but he hasn't done anything
like what you hate so much.

Alright, I'll admit I'm ambitious,

but I'm also a sentimental guy,
and sometimes I wash myself with my own hands.

See that skyscraper?

That's the new headquarters of my company.

You know, Jeff, I've worked many years
so I could build something worthy of me.

Now it looks like I'm a liability to the company.
All those well-educated directors who work for me

say I shouldn't make myself be seen very often,
for the sake of business. How about that!

The big clients would better ignore that I exist.
See what I mean, when it comes to my company?

So they feel like they are honest folks,
and don't need to go to the confessional on Sundays.

I don't care about the story of your life.
I've got better things to do, drop me at a taxi stand.

Relax, Jeff.
Enjoy my hospitality a little more.

Try this.
It's called "Midnight Passion".

It's the latest fad here.

I'm not thirsty.

So, Jeff -- do you like my home?

It costs me more than a fleet of
aircraft carriers.

But I had to yield.

I have a very demanding wife.

Did you know that, before we got married,

I had to give her a million-dollar cottage
near New Orleans? Not that I'm complaining.

And that's just before
the honeymoon was over.

She's a classy broad.

You know, Jeff -- I'm very good at judging people.
But I'll tell you something --

She managed to surprise me.
And in a very, very good way...

Ah, I forgot you knew her...!

She was with you a couple of years ago, wasn't she?
Then she swapped you for Coogan, when he inherited a fortune.

Take it easy, Jeff, I got your revenge.
She left him too, when she met me.

You did well leaving her.
You know, she is too... too high-spirited.

You're different, you wouldn't have put up with her.
As for me, whenever she pulls off one of her antics,

for me is almost a relief.
I can enjoy some rest from time to time.

Ah, but women are funny.
Even the worst whores in the world,

do every which way they can
to keep up appearances.

When she goes out in one of her romantic escapades,
she knows that if I wanted I wouldn't let her move,

then she comes back home, makes a big scene
and fills me in with all the dirty details.

You know, in her own way,
I think she's... a great artist.

Well, let's drink, then.
Let's drink to my wife's talents.

I told you I'm not thirsty.

Why didn't you tell me before?

You were in the can.

I didn't have the heart to tell you
your Vanessa got married to Webber.

Also because I felt a little guilty.

I went looking for her during your trial.

The first time Webber saw her,
she was with me.

You haven't got her out of your mind yet, huh, Jeff?

But now she's dangerous to you.

Forget the past. It can only cause you pain.

You decided to change your life.
Then do it, take my offer.

You can start anew.
Give some sense to your future.

Give it a little time, and when you see the
Organization has gone clean and legit,

let's hope I'll be able to call you here again, huh?

Yes -- Mrs. Vanessa Webber?

Do you know where I can find her?
Never mind, thanks.

Thanks for coming, Jeff.

You like it?

It's my refuge.

Jeff, that was a gift from you!

That doll was a souvenir.

I want no more souvenirs.
None from yesterday and none from tomorrow.

- I love you, Jeff.
- This moment is all that matters.

I love you...!

- Where are you going?
- Do some shopping, love.

To buy something to eat.

The country air makes me hungry, you know.

Why are we stopping here?

I want to do some hunting, come.

Jeff, if you want to kill me,
do it quickly, I beg you.

You met Webber, didn't you?

It was he who stopped us at the airport,

and now he sent you here to get rid of me.

He put the rifle in your hands,
but you want to do it too.

You hate me!

I realized that when we were making love.
I could feel all your hatred against me!

Jeff, I only ask you one thing --
please do it quickly!

I can't stand physical pain, and you know it!

I've always been afraid, Jeff.

I need to feel safe,

I have to surround myself with safe things.

I saw my chance to grab that safety
when I met Webber.

Steve came to see me just after
he spoke with you in jail.

We went out together that afternoon.

I'm disobeying Jeff --

He doesn't want me to see you,
he doesn't want you to testify.

I was in love with Jeff.

It was awful to find out he was
a hitman, a gangster.

Indeed, he is a gangster and
must pay for that.

But darling, nobody is
completely black or white.

And the line between good and evil,
between legal and illegal

is often decided by a good PR man,

or by an efficient Ministry of Propaganda.

Look at that man.

He could be locked in a jail in the
Virgin Islands like Jeff,

or sitting behind a desk
in the Governor's office.

Al Webber is a king.

You should meet him,
he just invited us to his table.

Sorry for your king, but I'm a Republican.

I've met men who are
much richer than Webber..

No, it wasn't for the money.

My beautiful Vanessa --
you're just gorgeous this evening!

Tell me, aren't your ears hot?

You're the talk of the town, you know,
and nothing escapes my sight.

What do you mean?

Check out my show next week,

I'm going to tell everything about your
boyfriend, gangster Jeff Heston.

- And about your vacation in the Virgin Islands.
- What's that got to do with me?

Don't play dumb.
It's all good publicity for you!

You'll soon be the number one pin-up
of all American hitmen!

- They'll have your picture glued on their guns.
- Tom, please --

Listen, Sandy, if I were you I wouldn't mention
Ms. Shelton's name on TV.

- Believe me, that would avoid a ton of trouble.
- The TV station belongs to him.

Boss... how about that?

Are we afraid to tell about Mrs. Shelton's
adventures in the Virgin Islands?

I love this man!
He had barely started his show,

and I already feel it'll be a hit.

Any trouble, Steve?

Tom Sandy wants to involve Mrs. Shelton
in his scandal show.

My show is about news.

I'm sorry, but if I find something interesting,
I use it in my show.

You can bet on that.

And I'm going to tell that story
even if it costs me my job.

Indeed, it did cost you your job.

Isn't that so, Sherman?

Sherman... Am I right?

This impetuous young man just lost his job.
Am I right?

I can't hear you, say it louder! Am I right?

Yes, Al.

Now if Steve would so kindly give me his chair,
Ms. Shelton and I could be better acquainted.

Better let me take charge of the situation.

You are dangerous, and Vanessa is all too precious.

It was riches joining power.

Sheer domination.

It is addictive just because it exists.

You can't understand.

Although you have your own way
to wield power.

I'm weak.

Maybe... for me --

for me, Webber --

meant safety, strength.

But I paid a high price.

God, it's so disgusting to live with him!

To sleep with him,
to feel his fat body on top of me...!

Jeff!

My friend Killian!

Is he one of Webber's men?

A recent acquisition.

He still has his price ticket.

Some good news for you.

- What kind of news?
- A simple obituary.

You and the boys go to the Olympic Club
and wait for me there.

I want to talk to him alone.

Well, kid --

Truth is, I can't blame you.

Vanessa hasn't behaved well with you.

And, to be perfectly honest,

she began misbehaving with me as well.

Believe me, Jeff, I'm not going
to cry for her.

I hate to sound so cynical, but --

these latter days,

Mrs. Webber has been sticking her nose too deeply
into Mr. Webber's affairs.

That's why I let you two spend a weekend together,
all peace and quiet.

It went all very well, didn't it?
In your usual grand style?

Yes -- it went pretty well.

Except for poor Killain.

Killain...?

But... and Vanessa?

I'm here, Al.

Ah, Jeff --

Jeff, you did it again.

Where are the pictures and the negatives?

There.

The key.

She must have a copy. Don't you, darling?

The key!

Vanessa --

You see, the lady of the house is
pretty well informed.

You're making a big mistake, Jeff.

Coogan, you and I,
and you get taken again.

Do you think you're the last of the series?

She is using you.

She only wants to sit her pretty ass
on the throne I'm sitting on now.

Point the gun toward her --

and I'll sign you a check for
ten million right away!

These, Jeff?

Burn them.

Good girl --

Now it's better send her away from here, Jeff.

You know Vanessa hates violence.
Isn't that so, darling?

- You remember it, right?
- Hotel Constark, Ms. Brown.

Hurry up, darling.

Vanessa --

Goodbye, and congratulations.

Dear, dear little Vanessa --

I have to admit, she is really a smart broad.
But you, Jeff, you really disappoint me.

It's so funny -- you lose all your strength with her,
it's like she steals it from you.

There's something you should know.

It doesn't matter if you believe me or not.

She's screwing you again.

Besides the negatives,
there were also copies in the safe.

And she made them disappear
under your very nose!

Nah --

If she did that, you'd have said it then.

You want to kill me, Jeff?
At least let me have some fun.

What's holding you? You don't have the guts
to pull the trigger?

Any doubts in your mind?
Any second thoughts?

Open your ears, Jeff!
You're fucked for life!

You bit the apple and now
are out of the Garden of Eden!

And if you go on killing,
your victims will chase you forever!

What's the name of the hotel
where you're supposed to wait for Jeff?

Why?
Who are you calling?

The cops, of course.

So... what's the problem?

Wait, Steve.

I... I can't do it.

What's wrong with you?

Any regrets?

Three days with him
and the old flame was rekindled?

Then you haven't learned anything.

Don't you see that if we don't have him
arrested, he'll kill you?

Now you know what you are?
You're a bitch.

Surely I'm a bitch.

But thanks to that,
you could be calmly sitting on your chair,

blabbering about law and justice,

while I was sticking out my neck!

I was the one who had to marry Webber --
and go to bed with him!

If I did that instead, I don't think Webber
would have liked my favors, my dear.

One thing I could claim for myself
is that I discovered you.

I did put forward the "Vanessa Initiative",

the operation that placed in our hands
an organization worth billions!

Jeff is finished anyway.

The police is after him.
They'll get him sooner or later.

- Do you know how many deaths he carries in his conscience?
- And what about you?

You wanted Webber killed!

The two of us, my dear.
But we won't carry that in our conscience.

All we did was to switch his aim
from you to him.

It was Jeff who pulled the trigger.

The sooner this is over, the better for us.

And for him, too.

Where were you two supposed to meet?

- Has Mrs. Brown arrived yet?
- Mrs. Brown ? No, not yet.

There he is!

Central, we found him on Denison Street!
He can't get away!

Dispatcher to all units in pursuit of Jeff Heston --

I repeat, to all units in pursuit of Jeff Heston --

Search every street in all districts
and report all sightings!

Lawton St., District 12 --

Send it right away!

Attention all units -- continue searching in all districts,
we are alerting State Police, the harbor, the airports,

in case Jeff Heston manages to evade. Anyone who
may have seen or contacted him should be questioned...

You're gorgeous.

Gorgeous and then some.

Cut it out.

There's no point in toasting now, Steve.
We'll have lots to celebrate later.

This is not for the opening, this is for us --

to celebrate some good news.

You know, they found him.

He was found in Africa, with some mercenary troops.

Under a fake alias, of course.

One of Nicholson's men found him.

I'm talking about Jeff, obviously.

I wonder how he managed to leave the US
and land in Africa.

Well -- then it's all set.

Africa is quite a lot away
and full of dangers.

I'd rather have a more permanent solution.

Nice word that, "permanent".

It's truly polite.

For me, it means to see Jeff
twitching in the electric chair,

or riddled with bullets by the police.

You're scaring me, Vanessa.

You agreed to betray him, but --

you're still attached to that hitman
who smells of death all over.

I feel this smell on you too, Steve,
only much stronger.

As far as I know, he always took risks.

Now, people like you,

or like us, if you want,

who never risk their own neck,

or, at least, almost never.

- Here's your speech.
- No need.

I know perfectly what to say.

Don't you underestimate me, Steve --

You're learning fast, Vanessa -- too fast.

But you still need me.

We did it all together,
we'll go on together.

But I'm the brains here.
And I'll always be. Don't you ever forget.

When we get married, after
an appropriate period of mourning,

you'll see how high I can take you,
and how far we can go.

I know exactly where I want to go.

But I also know that...
I want to get there by myself, Steve.

You're right, you know.
It's great, it's wonderful to be powerful, strong --

But power cannot be shared.

It should remain in the hands
of just one person.

My own hands, in this case.

Be very careful with me.

Steve, in the new Webber building --

from the porter who opens the car door,
to the members of the Board on the top floor,

they're all waiting for me,
Mrs. Webber the widow,

with the majority share of the company.

Put on a smile, darling.
You're still my... loyal and reliable lawyer.

Jeff!

Jeff, darling --
Please don't kill me, I beg you!

- I heard five shots!
- Away from the window, get inside!

What the hell is going on up there?

Let's go take a look. Hurry!

Shoot.

You must be a rookie.

If you don't shoot, I'll kill you!

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