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And then I smeared his blood on Maria's clothes.

Well, you can't plan something like that, it was more a lucky coincidence.

Super, right?

And when will you drop the bombshell?

The bombshell?

Well, the bombshell is actually Schnitzler.

And I'm only... pfzzzzzz.... the fuze.

As soon as he has bought the hotel, he will already be in trouble.

And then...

And then I'm going to throw the next pile in the ventilator.

So the shit will spread evenly over him.

You understand?

There we go.

From this moment people will sleep in Hotel Schnitzler.

A coffee for the gentleman.

I don't care at what time he comes. I have time.

Bonjour.

There you go.

Sod off.

I'd love to, but I can't.

Look, I'm just as surprised as you.

What does that mean?

You were asked to come?

What can I say? It was an invitation I couldn't say no to.

A coffee for the gentleman.

I didn't order one.

I wouldn't refuse this invitation, Franticek.

Well then.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So, how are you?

I haven't heard anything from you since... - Since what?

Since you're no longer in politics.

What are you now? lobbyist?

Or do you walk the streets now?

No, otherweise we would have run into each other.

And you? What are you?

Still a warm hair curler?

Hotter.

A really hot one.

It's no coincidence that we two are sitting here today.

It could be really... shit.

You know, in the moment of truth there is only one solution... lie! Lie!

Hello.

I'm coming.

Oh, there you are.

I'm sorry.

Do you have the contract?

Of course.

Here? In front of him?

As far as I know there have been more intimate situation between you two lovebirds.

Well, if you think so.

This would be the contract between us.

You paid an advance of 2 million.

You're now giving me the missing 4 millions and the hotel is yours.

The hotel is already mine.

What?

What do you mean?

I like well-rounded things.

I hate detours.

And to avoid gaps in memory, I've invited our friend Francesco.

I don't know anything.

Didn't we just agree to avoid detours?

Fine, then we're going to do this differently.

Anatol?

You two little butt-fucker carried out your little lovers quarrel on my boss' back.

And did eventually.... sorry for the phrasing boss.... fucked him in the ass.

And contrary to you, he doesn't like that at all.

What is he talking about?

Please, no detours, no detours.

I really don't get it.

You've send the tax police after your lover.

And I was the one paying for it.

Why?

Because it were the clothes of my boss!

Because the boss was big in the fake fashion business back then.

What?

You?

You?

Fuck!

I see.

Well.