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Anna. These are for you. Happy birthday.

How do you know it's my birthday?

I know all about you.

Thank you.

Who are you celebrating with? Anyone in particular?

We could celebrate together, if you want.

It's not a good idea. We're colleagues, you know that.

What's the matter? Don't you like flowers?

Thank you, anyway.

-Carlo, they're waiting in the car. -Yes,

I'll go get the gun in the drawer.

See you later.

Thank you.

Perfect.

Ham sandwich, no tomato.

How could I forget? Right?

You're welcome.

1 NEW MESSAGE

But... what... video poker?

-Anna? -Where are you going?

This is a joke.

It's not a joke! Look at the photo, look!

Don't you see it?

Come with me.

-Are you sure she's the English tourist? -Yes, yes.

Sorry to bother, sir, but it's an emergency.

He's not a liar. He's serious.

That's the photo of the girl.

Who is she?

She's the English tourist we've been looking for, Christine Gildred.

The kidnapper just sent this message

saying he's keeping her prisoner and he wants to play with us.

Poker. In one hour sharp.

A poker game?

We received an e-mail

from someone whose identity is still unknown.

Silence, please!

He says he kidnapped the English tourist

who, as we know, disappeared yesterday.

He attached a photo of the girl.

He wants to bet on her life, playing video poker with us.

If we refuse to play, he will kill her.

If we lose, he will kill her.

But he says that if we win, he will let her go.

I don't believe him. He's just another mythomaniac.

How can we trust a blackmailer?

There is one last detail.

He says that for every hand he wins,

he will... mutilate her.

Video poker? That's absurd.

-How? -An online chat room.

He gave us the coordinates. He thought of everything.

And time is running out.

Then get down to work. Go online and start to play.

But I've never played poker. I hate card games.

Just buy some time.

Keep him busy as long as you can so they can track him down.

There's a password: "The card player."

That's also his nickname.

Come on, man. Where are you?

My name? Sara.

How's it going?

We're trying. Keep him busy.

Just the two of them playing with a full deck.

And there's the joker. Strange.

Usually there's no joker in poker. We need to follow his rules.

He wants to play five hands, one after another.

The police go first.

Whoever wins three games out of five takes it all.

He's filming her live with a webcam.

We're running out of time.

No. We can't give in to blackmail.

We're the police. It could be a bluff.

What if it wasn't?

That girl's life is in our hands.

We must give her a chance.

We cannot indulge the provocations

of the first maniac who tries to bait us.

But he told us what he'll do if we don't play.

I'm the one in charge here. I'll take responsibility for it.

We are not going to play. Tell him that.

Tell him!

Too late.

-You filthy bastard! -He killed her!

So, did you make him? Did you get his position?

No, he uses different proxies and different routers.

With these programs, we don't stand a chance.

-Go to hell. -It's an encoded message, sir.

We did nothing to save her life.

Come on!

Hurry up with that bag.

Get rid of those photographers. Now!

Exactly! Away, now!

The girl was kidnapped in Rome, and in Rome we found the body.

We did everything we could.

He could be hiding behind a firewall.

He could also use different proxies to jump from channel to channel.

That's all bullshit. You should have played.

The girl could be alive now,

but you didn't give her a chance.

Who is that?

British police. That's the inter-force procedure.

-Great, another asshole. -Fuck you!

You shithead!

Separate them!

Stay calm! Stop it!

I'll be watching you until the case is resolved.

And you won't be able to cut me off.

-What does he want? -Nothing.

I haven't done anything! I told you!

I haven't done anything, you assholes!

Wait!

What do you want?

I just want to say that I agree with you.

-I wanted to play, too. -Well, now you've told me.

I'm Anna. Inspector Anna Mari.

John Brennan. London Police, currently at the embassy in Rome.

You're not British, are you?

No, I'm Irish, but I've lived in London for 20 years.

Everyone in there thinks you're an asshole.

-I am. -But you were right.

There's someone supporting you.

Who would that be?

You are really an asshole.

What can I get you?

What can I do for you, darling?

No defensive wounds. She didn't bite or scratch her attacker.

No signs of sexual abuse...

except for this.

I found it in her vagina.

The joker.

The wild card.

Maybe it's his way to tell us he's crazy.

Hey, what are you doing? Those gloves are mine.

I specialized in forensic medicine.

Just because you didn't see it, doesn't mean it wasn't there.

-What is it? -I don't know.

It seems to be some kind of seed.

A seed?

Anna, your signature.

Where did he come from?

Thank you.

How come the best ones work at the embassy?

When I was still in London,

I lead an intervention during a robbery

that turned into a siege.

I killed two robbers and put the third in the hospital.

One of the dead was a minor.

I couldn't know. They wore masks.

The press made a fuss and blamed the Police Department.

I was the scapegoat.

So they shipped me here to Rome

to protect British tourists from bag-snatchers. Happy now?

-Where did you meet him? -At Eva's party.

-He was the blond one. Don't you remember? -Ah, yes. I do.

Do you think he's too young for me?

-How old is he? -He's 20.

-Ten years younger than you. -Not too much younger, right?

Well...

-I'm going to meet him tonight. -Okay.

-I'll tell you everything. -Okay, bye.

-Hello. -Hello. Come on.

-You filthy bastard! -He killed her!

John.

-There's a new message. He wants to play. -Very well.

Here we go.

This game. Again.

If we don't play, we sentence the victim to die.

That's true.

Anna is right. We have to try.

If you agree to play, it'll be easier for us to track him down.

What are we going to do? Time's ticking away.

-What are you waiting for? Hurry up! -Calm down. Okay, we're in.

But you are going to play. Poker is not my thing.

Let's start.

It's our turn.

Who wants to play?

I can try.

I'm not that bad.

If no one else wants to give it a shot.

Go ahead, Carlo.

Okay.

Let's begin.

Four, four, three,

two...four!

Good! Three of a kind.

-Draw two cards. -Sorry, I'm the one playing, okay?

Come on.

Nine, five. Fuck.

All right. We still have a set of four.

Ten, six, jack...

queen, ace.

He's got nothing. But he could try for a straight flush.

There he goes! Fuck!

Damn!

That's horrible!

What's he doing to her?

Hold the pair, draw three cards.

The straight flush is rare.

-But there it was. -He didn't have alternatives. \We do.

-Don't be stupid. Draw three cards. -All right, but let me breathe, okay?

Fuck! Two 10s.

Two 9s.

You smoke, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Give me a cigarette.

He's won again.

He killed her.

-Have you found him? -No. Nothing.

We're stuck on a server in San Jose, California.

Bloody hell!

Carlo, it wasn't your fault.

-You did everything you could. -Everything I could? I lost.

Damn. I lost.

-That woman died because of me. -You don't know.

Maybe he would have killed her anyway.

-Do you want a sip? - I told you. I don't drink.

What a serious, well-balanced girl.

-Why are you walking me home? -Because you can barely stand.

I think you're right. Now tell me, how--

And you can't even talk.

How about coming up and keeping me company”?

Don't even think about it.

Look, I am a lot of fun.

Oh, your breath.

You're an asshole.

Poker is a metaphor for life.

The way people behave at poker

corresponds to the way they behave in life.

There is no better psychological exercise

than observing the actions and reactions

of people gathered at the poker table.

The eyes aren't the mirror of the soul...

poker is.

This morning, around seven. It was over there.

Did you put the statement on record?

John.

The seeds are identical.

They come from the Passiflora pervillosa Sylvatica.

As the name suggests, it is a wild plant, very common around here.

If you want my opinion,

we should do more research on it.

We think that the suspect is about 30 to 35 years old,

medium-to-higher education, probably received in the US,

and with good financial resources,

judging by the level of secrecy he achieved

using expensive and cutting-edge software.

How can we be sure the games aren't fixed?

It's difficult to explain, but we can say he's not cheating.

The games are interactive and entirely random.

Cheating is not part of his philosophy.

This kind of serial killer

falls into the category the FBI defines as

Risk-Taking Hedonist.

It means that the risk excites him to an uncommon extent.

The murderous impulse of these individuals does not explode all of a sudden.

There's an incubation period

during which they try different ways of satisfying their instinctive needs.

Sky diving, for example. Bungee jumping.

Walking on railroad tracks with their eyes closed.

I legal car races.

Or Russian roulette.

So he could have some record along those lines.

Check all files for those activities.

Stop. I said stop!

Calm down.

Stop now!

Are you all right?

-Apart from here, where do they race? -A lot of other places.

But they keep changing. Like the rave parties.

Have you ever caught anyone?

Yes, we recently identified a few,

-arrested some others, the usual. -I want to see the reports.

These are all the Russian roulette cases reported in Rome

in which someone died.

Russian roulette is not a solitary game.

It's usually played among friends, let's say.

This can be our starting point.

Who were the friends of the idiots that shot themselves?

We track them down, and maybe we'll find the card player.

I researched the illegal car races. I've got a list of names.

How did you call us?

Oh, yes. Jerks.

As you see, we jerks don't stand around scratching our balls.

-I wasn't talking about you. -What an honor.

I'm sorry, for everything. The other night included.

You took your time, Danny boy.

However, it was fun.

-Look at this list. -Yes.

If I were you, I'd leave the Englishman alone.

He's a loose cannon, totally unreliable.

And be careful.

What do you mean?

-The card player hates the police, but he also hates women.

He could kill two birds with one stone.

You're trying to scare me.

No. I'm just warning you.

The card player doesn't know me. He knows Sara.

Table six is waiting for their pizza.

Here I am. Are you ready to order?

Maybe an appetizer?

It's a pity. Yesterday night, he tried again.

He's always repeating himself.

He's always repeating himself.

He says that he can't because he must see his friends.

This is it!

Sorry. Did I miss something?

I was telling him that here in Italy video poker is allowed

only if the winnings are collected in terms of purchase at a counter.

Cash pay-outs are illegal.

So people often play in private arcades,

and organized crime manages it all.

-He's here. -Let's go.

If those arcades are illegal, why don't you shut them down?

Because some of them are gold mines of information.

We've put bugs everywhere.

- Hate gaming. -What?

Sooner or later, every gaming addict is likely to end up here.

My club is the Mecca of video poker.

Do you remember any of them?

-A very good one? -Beautiful.

Or some habitué who stopped coming all of a sudden”?

I told you. We see all kinds of people here.

-How could I remember them all? -Just try.

All right. Let's go in the other room. It'll be quieter.

This way.

Go ahead.

This guy kept winning, like he had...

magic hands.

What's it called?

-Midas touch. -Someone with talent.

He came here only a couple of times, but I recognize talent when I see it.

Turn the music down!

I apologize.

As I was saying, 35 years old,

dark hair, a certain attitude.

-Where can we find him? -I don't know.

All I know is that he's not coming here anymore.

-What's his name? - I don't know.

I never knew his name. If I did, I would tell you.

These are my numbers,

in case you remember something.

And here's mine.

Call me too.

Thank you very much.

Still no news on the case of the card player,

the killer who for many days...

Hello?

Great. Good job.

This champion of champions is called Remo.

He hangs out at an arcade by the Casilina.

Look at that.

-It can't be him. -He's barely 18.

Yes!

Hello?

When?

John!

He kidnapped another girl.

Shit!

Hello, it's Anna.

I've got an idea of how to stop this maniac.

I can't talk now. Meet me there in half an hour.

-Get out! -Let me go!

Calm down, asshole! We're police!

Calm down! We're police agents!

I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just playing.

Stop messing around. Go back to work and shut up.

-How old are you? -I'm 19.

-Do you work? -I'm a student. Today I skipped school.

-Come with us. -Where?

We just want to talk to you for a minute.

Come on, let's go.

He can make us win. He's a genius.

-Let him try. -We saw him play.

-Whose idea was it? -Mine.

He's just a boy.

It doesn't matter. He knows what he's doing.

So you're the little genius.

No, I'm not a genius, okay?

It's just a game, it's just luck.

And I really feel sick. I must go now.

Stop it.

The commissioner, Dr. Alfieri,

offers you 2500 euros for every game you win.

-For real? -Yes.

Okay.

But I have few little problems...

Not anymore. Right?

-What do I have to do”? -Win.

Come with me.

Ghirardelli, shut your mouth.

Hi. Sorry...

have you seen Remo? He was with us.

No.

Where did he go?

Bye, see you.

What the hell are you doing?

Was that a joint?

I need to go home.

I can't do it. It's too absurd.

I've got a test tomorrow, I have to study.

-And honestly, I don't think I can do it. - I think you can. You always win.

Come on, you can tell me.

What's your strategy?

-I don't have a strategy. -Yes, you do.

It's not a strategy.

Whenever I play, I feel like an energy growing inside me,

like a wind...

that runs through my arms, and...

when it gets to my hands, they know what to do.

And that's when I win.

Every time?

No, sometimes I mess up.

So I can't promise you anything.

You don't have to.

Let's go.

He kept winning every game...

-Yes, right. - I know.

The new device from Houston arrives tomorrow.

The processor is way more powerful than this one,

so we'll be able to access a better broadband connection.

Here we are!

Focus, guys.

It's time to begin, Remo.

Okay.

Those cards suck.

Come on, try at least.

No, it's too difficult. I can't, sorry.

Remo, listen to me. Let the wind guide you. Come on.

-Two pair! -Very good!

-It's luck, just luck. -No, it's you.

Let's see his move.

He could beat us with another two pair.

It's a risk.

Great! Very good!

We made it!

Look at the girl.

Come on! Hurry up!

Come on!

She made it!

Get out! Run!

Come on, run!

Go!

Come on.

You can do it.

-No! -Kill him!

-That bastard is too fast. -Hit him!

-Come on. -Shit!

Come on, slug him harder.

-Yes! -Kick him!

No!

Oh, my God.

Bastard.

-He's a beast. -We'll catch you.

What a bastard!

Here he is.

Calm down. I have nothing to say.

No declarations before tomorrow at the press conference.

Hello. They're analyzing the video.

-This is for you. -Thanks.

Give me a moment.

The table is metal, maybe steel, modern design.

The tiles on the floor are cheap, old and broken.

There's rust on the walls.

It could be metal sheet.

He's surely a bit taller than she is,

at least comparing the leg to the table.

He seems to be of medium height, agile and robust.

There's a two-door cupboard,

it seems made of metal, like the walls.

I think it could be some kind of storage,

or an old garage.

-What's that? -Carrot juice.

Try it.

I haven't touched alcohol for two days.

Okay, maybe a beer.

Or two.

Are you practicing?

Do you want to play the next game”?

It was my father's.

He was a poker player.

He was so obsessed by it that he forgot everything else.

Eventually, he had so many debts

he thought it best to end it by throwing himself under a train.

We were at the station, the two of us.

Suddenly he hugged me, and then he jumped.

He looked just as scared as these girls.

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

Do you want me to go?

Yes.

Sorry, it's not you. It's just...

When you play against someone more skilled than you,

try to undermine his confidence,

destabilize him, make him nervous and mock him.

But the most important thing is, never succumb to his personality.

Rome citizens have spent another day

asking themselves if the card player will strike again.

In the meantime, the police are carrying on investigations--

It was here.

Where are you?

Stop!

Stop!

Shoot him! What are you waiting for?!

No.

Yes, I'm almost finished.

I told you, at her mother's. She's been assaulted.

This goes straight to lab.

Don't waste time looking for fingerprints. He was wearing gloves.

Plastic gloves.

Did you see his face?

No, unfortunately.

I'd say he's young and in good shape.

The only things he left are these.

Inspector, we need to analyze your clothes

and any potential evidence under your nails.

Right away.

Are you okay?

Why you?

I'm sorry I didn't kill him.

I see. But why you?

He's been playing with me since the first e-mail.

Listen, I know you don't want a man

in your bed all night, but I think it's a good idea now.

Come and stay at my hotel for a few days.

Don't you recognize me? I'm Mario from the café.

-What are you doing here? -What is this?

-Are you questioning me? -Just answer.

I was going home. I live nearby.

The Talenti neighborhood.

What's happened? Someone was killed?

Go home. Go on.

And you too. Go away!

The show is over.

Where did I put the file?

-How are you? -Surviving.

-These are for you. -Beautiful.

It's that plant.

You mean the seeds found on those girls?

The seeds grow inside it, and when it opens...

Nothing else?

Any news on the cases you're reviewing?

The Russian roulette?

There's an interesting one.

A friend of the deceased studied in America.

Computer science, apparently. We're trying to find him.

-And the bang on the recording? - I don't know.

Maybe poor audio recording.

Anyway, it could be meaningless.

Yes, very realistic.

-I enjoyed it too. -Good, right?

I liked the Polish one.

Yes, I heard it too.

Yes, darling. Don't worry.

It could be just a coincidence.

Let me handle it. No.

Stay near the telephone.

Yes. Okay.

I'm afraid... he's taken my daughter.

She left the university more than three hours ago,

and since then, no one has seen or heard from her.

Please, help me find her.

-Of course. Don't worry. -We'll find her.

Be sure of it, Luca.

He took Lucia! He wants to play!

Come on, pick up the phone.

Pick up.

Remo! Where the fuck are you? You must come here now.

He wants to play again. Run!

-How's it going? Any news? -Not bad. This time we may make it.

Remo, at last. Come on.

Come on!

Do you want the red carpet? Hurry!

-He took the commissioner's daughter. -Really?

I analyzed the previous games,

and they all have something in common.

He wins by taking many risks.

This is also his weakness, because he exposes himself.

-He's vain, he wants to win with style-- - I know.

Please, excuse me.

Remo, I'm counting on you.

Yes, I know, but as I told you, it's just luck.

I swear I'll do my best, but if the cards--

A jack.

Well done.

Asshole. We're coming for you.

Come on, I'm almost there.

Come on, guys.

Two aces. He could win.

We're tracking him. He's in Rome.

-What the hell is happening?! -Fucking bastard, he's deleting it all.

-No, the data!I -We got a virus.

Try this one.

Yes! Good!

One-nil!

-Come on, guys! Hurry up! -Calm down.

No risks this time.

Finger crossed.

Three of a kind!

Very good, boy!

He wants a set of eights.

Fuck you.

The third one.

What are you waiting for? Try the two.

No, it would be a mistake.

I don't need a three of a kind.

If he gets it too, he'll win anyway.

I never try the straight flush.

But maybe it's time.

Yes!

Well done, Remo!

Now a three of a kind is not enough.

He needs a poker or a full.

Oh, no.

Yes! Fuck you! Yes!

Good boy.

-We made it. -At least for now.

I made it! I made it!

How was the wind this time?

It was perfect.

And now all we have to do is hope he'll set her free.

Hey!

Hey! Are you okay?

Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you.

What happened?

-Please, call the police. -Yes.

My name is Lucia Alfieri.

Okay, don't worry. Everything's fine.

-Hello! Nice to meet you. -Thank you.

You're welcome!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Cheers.

Hello everybody. How are you?

Let's put it down here.

Hello.

-My brother owns a house above the cliffs. -Really?

Why don't you go whining to her?

What the fuck are you doing?

-Are you happy? -Yes.

Hello, Lucia.

-Cheers. -You're beautiful.

-Something to drink? -No, thank you.

Let's open it.

After he kidnapped me, I felt he put a needle in my arm.

Do you remember anything of the place where he kept you prisoner?

When I woke up I was tied and gagged.

It was a dilapidated room.

Few pieces of furniture, dirty walls without plaster.

And a table with two computers.

Did you manage to see his face?

No, he wore a balaclava.

Excuse me, Lucia.

Did you hear any strange noise?

I was left unconscious most of the time.

He woke me up for the game...

and when it was over, he gave me another injection.

I don't remember anything else. I woke up at the side of the road.

What did you hear when you were awake?

Birds singing, maybe pigeons cooing.

Traffic noise, but far away.

Wind blowing through the trees.

Did you hear anything like a bang, an explosion?

Or a gun shot?

No, nothing like that.

Hi.

-Hi, Remo. -Hi, Bunny.

-How are you? Hi, beautiful. -Hi, Remo.

Do you want a smoke?

-It's good stuff, try it. -Okay, I'll take it.

-Okay, thank you, Bunny. -See you.

Here you go.

There.

Do you have a cigarette?

No, sorry.

But I've got something else to smoke, if you want.

Really?

-Yes, really. How about a break? -No, I can't. I'm working.

Do you want to come too? You like playing, don't you?

What is it?

A place where you can win a lot of money.

Yes, well. I don't need it.

Why don't we do something else?

Something like... this?

Wow. Maybe if you behave yourself.

-Where did she go? -That way.

Wait!

Wait!

Stop, please.

Stop. Stop.

Why don't we play another game?

Okay.

You're so beautiful.

Ow!

-Come here, please. -No, you come here.

I don't even know your name.

But I know yours, Remo.

Hey!

Hey, wait!

Stop!

Hey! Hey. Stop for a moment.

What's wrong?

-Who told you my name? -Wait.

Why do you have my photo in your bag?

Who are you? Come on, tell me.

-I've been paid to do this. -Paid to do what?

-Who paid you? -Some guy.

Some guy that told me he's a friend of yours.

But who the fuck is that?

I don't know. He just said I should bring you here.

He also said to give you this.

Who??

Now that you reach your destination, you'll see two doors in front of you.

One leads to safety, the other to death.

And now, if you want, I'll show you that this is not a joke.

What does it mean? What doors? These?

I don't know. I'm scared, I'm going.

No, you're not going! You stay here. What is it?

I don't know. Please, let me go.

Stop. Tell me what it is!

Oh, my God.

This is not a game. Now make your choice.

-You can't escape. Make your choice, now! -Okay!

Poor boy.

How could he know Remo was playing for us?

He knows too much.

He's one of us.

Try to cheer up.

If you keep going that way, everyone will turn against you.

Stop. I don't care.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Do you hear me? -Hello.

-Hello? -It's me.

-Hello? -It's Alvaro, do you remember me?

I'm the owner of the video arcade you and your pretty colleague visited.

-Do you remember me? -Yes. What's the matter, Alvaro?

The matter is, I saw on the news that the guy Remo was killed.

-So? -The one I was talking about wasn't Remo.

He wasn't that tall, nor that young.

I heard around that he used to live near Trastevere, on the Gianicolo.

I have to go now. I'm busy!

Hello?

-Hello, Anna. -Hi, John.

Listen, do you remember Alvaro? He's just given me an interesting lead.

Check the file on the Russian roulette,

I need the address of the guy who died six years ago.

The card player maybe lived nearby, maybe they knew each other.

Okay, I'll check and text it to you.

-OK. Thank you, Anna. -John?

-Yes? -See you later.

Look at that!

Kids, gather around me, please.

Okay, now I'll explain a very important thing.

This is a Gianicolo tradition.

Every day, for more than 100 years,

here, always on time,

they have fired the cannon at twelve o'clock sharp.

Yes.

Hello?

-Hello? -Anna, it was all a bluff.

-What do you mean? -The noise I heard on the recording

was the cannon they fire every day on the Gianicolo at twelve o'clock.

The girl wasn't killed at three; he killed her three hours before.

The game was fixed, it was recorded.

-Yes, but why? -Because he wanted an alibi.

-But where are you? -I'm going home.

There's no service here. I'll check the gardens nearby to find that pollen.

-John, where are you? - I can't... Hello?

Shit.

John?

It's Anna. Put me through to the commissioner.

-He's not at the office now. -I'm worried about John.

He was following a lead. I last heard him two hours ago, on his way to Gianicolo.

I can't reach him now. He's disappeared.

What lead?

He said that the first game we played was recorded.

He thinks that the card player wasn't playing live.

And he killed the girl three hours before.

He was building an alibi.

What are you talking about?

I'm worried about John, I can't reach him.

Are you listening to me?!

-Yes, I am. -Tell the commissioner. I'm on my way.

Okay.

Anna, they've just found Brennan's car.

-Where? -On the Gianicolo.

On the Gianicolo!

Get in the car, Anna. I'm going there.

Are you worried about him?

-Turn on the flashing lights. -It's in the back.

Where are you going?

To the car.

It's a shortcut.

You've got some pollen on your shoulder.

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

What happened?

Welcome to hell, Inspector Mari.

What did you do to John?

Sorry, I had to kill him.

-That's bullshit! -You don't believe it?

Look at this little souvenir.

You've never liked my gifts, right?

Do you know why I brought you here?

So you'll end up just like your father.

You know nothing about my father!

Maybe I don't. But I do know...

that you are about to die.

Just like him, under a train.

But you won't hear it coming.

My favorite game.

A fair challenge.

And now let's play, just you and me.

No way! You're crazy!

A fair game. The card player is always just.

This is the bet. Guess which one is your key.

The winner is free. And the loser...

will be hard to identify.

We don't have much time.

Usually, the police starts. But we're both police...

You're not a policeman, you're just an asshole!

Okay, I'll start.

Tell me, why me?

Do you have the guts to ask this? I've always loved you.

It's your turn. Come on!

Love.

You don't know what love is.

Still, all I did was for you. And now |'m risking it all for you.

I can beat you. I want you dead!

No, forget it.

You can't beat me.

You fucking bastard!

You don't deserve to live.

You don't deserve to live!

Yes!

One-nil, my love.

And the train is coming.

Destabilize him, make him nervous, mock him.

Destabilize him, make him nervous, mock him.

Make him nervous, mock him, confuse him.

Your turn.

How could you think I would ever like you?

-Not even a madwoman would want you! -Shut up, crazy bitch!

Shut up!

You suck even at poker!

John discovered your bluff.

He is a real man. You're nothing! You're a bastard!

No!

Three of a kind. One-one!

You studied your daddy's book, then?

Deal the cards.

I feel a vibration.

Something is coming.

Deal the fucking cards!

What? You want to play so bad now?

-It's in your blood, then. -I don't want to die with you! Hurry up!

Yes! Yes!

Royal flush! Unbeatable!

I won! You're going to die!

No. No, I won!

I won! When two players hold a royal flush,

-the minimum always beats the maximum. -Who says it? Your stupid book's wrong!

These are the rules!

You're a loser.

At poker, as in life. You're a failure!

No!

No! No!

I have a copy.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Bitch!

Who's shooting?

Look, over there!

Ma'am?

Ma'am, are you all right?

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Do you need help?

What happened?

-Hello? -Chief Inspector Mari?

-Yes. -We just got the results.

You're pregnant. Congratulations.

Thank you.