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uncle acid & the deadbeats - il gatto morto lyrics

claudio marchetti: hey miss, can i use the phone?

hostess 1: yes

hostess 2: these people are just so stupid…idiots

hostess 1: where’s lucrezia?

hostess 2: probably at scarano’s table again….or under it

phone call:
roberto valente: yes?

claudio marchetti; he’s at the dead cat, it’s a sleazy club. you should see this place, it’s a f+cking disgrace

roberto valente: i know the place. full of scumbags

claudio marchetti: call back in 5 minutes there’s a band and some dancing bullsh+t about to

lucrezia: h+llo, dead cat how can i help you this evening?

roberto valente: i’d like to speak to mr scarano. it’s urgent

lucrezia: who is speaking?

roberto valente: go get scarano and put him on the phone
lucrezia: darling, there’s a phone call for you at the bar. he said it’s very urgent

scarano: don’t call me “darling”, people will talk. who is it? who knows i’m here?

lucrezia: he didn’t say, baby

scarano: out of my way

scarano: is this you again?

roberto valente: listen carefully, do not speak a word. i have information that is important for you. it seems my enemy is now your enemy. these phone calls and threats you’ve been getting
the man behind this is a business rival of mine. he’s trying to blackmail you. i don’t know why, and it’s none of my business, but he has a strong dislike for you. he also has a strong dislike for me. it’s none of your business as to why. so, he’ll be going to the press tomorrow with information that will destroy us both. he’ll want us to pay him to stop further stories. this will continue on and on. i want him eliminated immediately. tonight. i don’t have the right connections to do this but i know you do. i do though, have money so this arrangment will benefit both of us. when you return to your seat you will find an envelope on the table
inside are directions to a phone box in the countryside where you will find a bag with 200 million lira. you will drive there alone tonight, arriving 40 minutes before sunrise. in the blue hour, you will wait until the phone rings. you will answer and listen for further instructions. go now

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