Just imagine it…
You are said to be the richest private citizen in the world. But, when your 16 year old grandson is kidnapped, you refuse to pay the ransom. Why? Because, you argue, if you pay it, it will only encourage others to kidnap yet more members of your family.
And this is basically the same frame of mind that whole nations will embrace when citizens are taken by one or another group of revolutionaries or extremists. Sure, the victims might be killed, but it is deemed to be the lesser of two evils. And this all unfolded in the early 1970s in Europe. Lots and lots of radical groups around then.
Or, instead, is the grandfather basically just a cheap bastard ever intent on never parting with his money. And, in this case, 17 million dollars of it.
Here it’s easier to imagine a context of this sort because it actually happened. J. Paul Getty’s grandson Paul was in fact kidnapped in Rome in 1973. Getty refused to pay.
Actually, however, it was considerably more complicated than that. And that’s where Fletcher Chace comes in. He is sent by Getty to Rome to bring his grandson back. And here is where the narrative truly begins to twist and turn. Every 10 minutes into the film it’s a different situation.
And then there’s this part:
Fletcher to Gail: Did Paul ever talk to you about having himself kidnapped?
And, so, here we are, following a reenactment of the drama in a film.
But: From the perspective of a loving, devoted mother who has little or no patience with all of this hypothetical “what if” speculation. She just wants her son back. On the other hand, she really has no choice but to intertwine her own wants and needs into the conflicting agendas of all the others.
So, another tug of war between love and money is set into motion. And, in this day and age, nothing is ever really set in stone.
IMDb
[b]Christopher Plummer claimed he was prepared to replace Kevin Spacey as J. Paul Getty on short notice because he had previously been considered for the role and had read the script. He had less than two weeks to memorize his lines, but did have the advantage of having met Getty in London at a couple of his parties during the 60s.
After Kevin Spacey was replaced by Christopher Plummer, director Ridley Scott decided not to show Plummer any footage of Spacey in character, or even tell him how Spacey played the scenes. When finished, Scott found both performances to be quite different and equally effective in their own particular styles.
Jean Paul Getty was eighty years old when his grandson was kidnapped. Kevin Spacey, at age 58, had to be prosthetically aged to resemble Getty, whereas his replacement Christopher Plummer, at age 88, needed no special makeup applications.
Michelle Williams said that she would have felt unable to promote the film if Kevin Spacey had stayed in it because she felt so much affinity for the people that he had hurt. [/b]
And then this:
Michelle Williams was paid “over 1,000 times less” than Mark Wahlberg for the re-shoots. Wahlberg was paid $1.5 million, while Williams received just $1,000 for the week’s work. Many of initial reports neglect to mention that Williams herself requested to go without pay entirely, or that Wahlberg shot many more scenes with Plummer than she did. After news of the discrepancy came to light, Wahlberg donated his entire re-shoot salary to the Time’s Up Legal Defense Fund in Williams’ name. His agency, WME (which is also Williams’ agency), donated an additional $500,000.
trivia at IMDb: imdb.com/title/tt5294550/tr … tt_trv_trv
at wiki: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_the_M … _the_World
trailer: youtu.be/KXHrCBkIxQQ
All the Money in the World [2017]
Directed by Ridley Scott
[b]Prostitute [out on the street late at night]: What’s your name?
Paul: Paolo.
Prostitute: The street is no place for a boy like you. Don’t make your poor mama worry. Go home.
Paul: I can take care of myself.
…
Nancy: Sorry, I should have knocked before coming in.
Getty [absorbed in a stock market ticker tape]: To the point, Nancy. The market’s open.
Nancy: He’s been kidnapped. Paul. Little Paul, your grandson, in Rome. They need to speak with you right now. The Italian police, the boy’s mother, they’re on the phone.
Getty: Well, I’m not available.
…
Paul [voiceover]: To be a Getty is an extraordinary thing. I know that because my grandpa told me so. You see, my grandpa wasn’t just the richest man in the world. He was the richest man in the history of the world. My grandpa was the one who brought the oil out of the Saudi desert. Everybody knew it was there. They just thought it couldn’t be done. But Grandpa found a way. He made a deal with the Bedouin tribes. But there was so much oil, there was no ship big enough to carry it all. So, my grandfather invented one. He called it the supertanker.
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Playboy interviewer [1965]: It’s been reported that you are the first man in history with a fortune in excess of a billion dollars.
Getty: l have no idea. But if you can count your money, you’re not a billionaire.
…
Paul [voiceover]: I’m telling you this so you can understand the things you’re about to see. And maybe you can forgive us. It’s like we’re from another planet where the force of gravity is so strong it bends the light. We look like you. But we’re not like you. [/b]
Really, really, really rich.
[b]Paul [voiceover]: But we were…once.
…
Cinquanta [on the phone]: Signora, we have your son.
Gail [Paul’s mother]: God. Thank you. Is he all right?
Cinquanta: No, signora, we are rapitori, kidnappers, and have him captive.
Gail [after a pause]: Is this some kind of joke?
Cinquanta: No, no. Is no joke, signora. He’s okay. He’s not harmed. We will send proof in the coming days.
Gail: Who are you?
Cinquanta: I am Cinquanta. Paul is safe. But it will require $17 million to release him. Go to the police if you like. It makes no difference.
Gail: I don’t have any money.
Cinquanta: Get it from your father-in-law. He has all the money in the world.
…
Getty [10 years earlier to his grandson]: People say “priceless” when what they really mean is that something is invaluable. That Minotaur that you’re holding, for instance. Some experts have told me that this dates from 460 BC. I’m sure those fuckers at the Met would kill to get their greasy paws on it. Would you care to guess how much I paid for it?
Gail: I couldn’t possibly.
Getty: $11.23. I picked it up at the black market in Heraklion. Some old cripple wanted to ask $19 for it. It took me one hour to bring him down to his bottom line. Yet, today, at auction, | hazard it could bring $1.2 million. You see? Everything has a price. The great struggle in life is coming to grips with what that price is.
…
Getty: I’m firing Howard Larkin. And I’m making you executive vice president of Getty Oil in charge of European operations.
Paul [his son]: What? All I know about oil is regular or premium.
Getty: You wanted a job. I’m giving it to you. Sink or swim.[/b]
He sunk.
[b]Paul [voiceover]: My grandfather wanted our family to become a dynasty. But Dad could never control his drinking. And the first time he tried drugs at a party, he was lost.
…
Gail: A deal.
Lawyer: I’m sorry, did you say something?
Gail: The offer I’m about to make expires at the end of business today.
Getty: What is your offer, Ms. Harris?
Gail: Nothing. You pay nothing. No alimony, no settlement, no community property, nothing. I don’t want any money for myself, just child support for the kids.
Getty: I don’t get it.
Gail: And I want my son on a plane back from Morocco to me, tonight, and full custody.
Getty: What’s your game?
Gail: I don’t want your money.
Getty: Everybody wants my money.
Gail: You want your money, I want Paul. We can both have what we want.
Getty: I sense I’m being taken. l…I just don’t know how.
Gail: You can’t help yourself. You didn’t get where you are without a healthy regard for the value of a dollar. You know a bargain when you see one. You know how to seize the initiative when your opponent is at his weakest. What I’m offering you is the greatest bargain you’ll ever get. But free never lasts. By six o’clock.
…
Reporter [on TV]: Mr. Getty, we 've received reports that a note has arrived written in your grandson’s handwriting demanding $17 million US.
Getty: 17 Million? That’s an awful lot of money for such a young boy.
Reporter: Mr. Getty, what steps will you be taking to secure your grandson’s safety?
Getty: None.
Reporter: I’m afraid we didn’t get that, sir.
Getty: I have 14 grandchildren. If I start paying ransoms, I’ll have 14 kidnapped grandchildren.
Reporter: Yeah, you’re a famously ruthless negotiator, Mr. Getty.
Getty: Yes, but there’s very little in life worth paying full price for, don’t you think?
Reporter: How much would you pay for your grandson, if not $17 million?
Getty: Nothing.
…
Saudi official [from the Royal Family]: We don’t need the Americans anymore. Our cartel, OPEC, will control inventory now. OPEC will set the oil price.
Fletcher: Let me just be very clear, okay? Nothing would make Mr. Getty happier than to see the price of oil higher. In fact, he’d be happy to help.
…
Getty: I love my grandson, Chace.
Chace: I’m sure you do.
Getty: Well, I love all my grandchildren, of course, but Paul, Paul is special. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to that boy. Now, I want you to go to Rome. I want you to bring him back as quickly and as inexpensively as possible.
Chace: I’m gonna need some kind of resources to work with if you want him back alive.
Getty: Well, of course. | just didn’t want you giving my money away, see? Now, you find the boy, Chace. And find out who took him.
…
Fletcher: My name is Fletcher Chace. I’m gonna help you find your son.
Gail: I’m sure you’re very good at what you do, Mr. Chace. My former father-in-law only buys the best. But I don’t need an ex-secret agent to solve the mystery of what happened to my son, because there is no mystery. I need one thing only, and that is $17 million.
Fletcher: Paying the ransom doesn’t guarantee you get your son back.
Gail: Not paying the ransom nearly guarantees I don’t.
…
Fletcher: I’d say your son’s chances are better than that.
Gail: Why don’t you explain the odds to me. Is it a coin toss? Heads he lives, tails he dies. I can see how that’s a chance worth taking when there’s real money at stake.
Fletcher: All right, let me rephrase that, please.
Gail: $1 billion earns $17 million a month sitting in a bank vault. He could buy a Matisse every day and never spend it all.
Fletcher: I don’t think this is about money for Mr. Getty.
Gail: I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was your first day on the job.
…
Gail [in Rome at the police station]: All these letters are addressed to me. You’ve been opening my mail?
Magistrate Corvo: This may be your mail, Ms. Getty, but it is our evidence. You see, all these letters, they come from people who claim to have kidnapped your son. They come from all over the world, too. Germany, California…Faster than we can investigate.
Fletcher: Well, $17 million sure brings out a crowd.
…
Fletcher: You want some free advice? Put it in the papers. When the kidnappers find out that every lowlife in Rome is trying to scoop up their ransom, they’ll have to come out into the open to claim it.
Corvo: It’s the communists. It’s the Red Brigades, the Brigate Rosse. To kidnap the child of the richest capitalist in the world, it’s a dream come true for them.
…
Cinquanta: Okay, write another letter to your mother and tell her, if she doesn’t pay, we’ll mail her your finger. Why doesn’t your family love you?
Paul: I think they love me. I hope so.
Cinquanta: What’s wrong with you? Are you a bad boy? You’re a bad boy. Don’t lie. What did you do?
Paul: I set fire to my school once and got kicked out.
Cinquanta: Well, boys play with fire.
…
Cinquanta: If my son was kidnapped, bad, good, I would pay any money to get him back. I would borrow it. Steal. Okay, I steal anyway, but I would steal more. Americans. I don’t understand you. For us, family is everything. We are obbligati. l was born into my family, and that decides my whole life. My whole life.
Paul: I’m obbligato, too. As much as you.
…
Cinquanta [to Paul]: What are you doing? Write! Convince her to pay us our money, or Madonna mia, I…I’ll kill you myself.
…
Fletcher [to Gail]: Did Paul ever talk to you about having himself kidnapped?
Gail: You’ve got to remember who the Gettys are. Every time someone stays in the bathroom for too long, someone makes a joke about being held for ransom. Paul might have cracked a joke once or twice among friends…
Fletcher: There’s that word again.
Gail: What word?
Fletcher: A “joke.” You said you thought it was a joke when it first happened.
Gail: Now you sound like that policeman. Whose side are you on, Mr. Chace?
Fletcher: I’m on my own side. Always. And if this is a joke, I’d like to make sure that I’m in on it.
…
Getty: When I wrote my book, “How to Be Rich”, the publishers wanted to change the title. They wanted to call it “How to Get Rich.” Well, I told them, “Getting rich is easy.” I mean, any fool can get rich. And any number of fools do.
Fletcher: I’ve noticed that.
Getty: But being rich, that’s something else. When a man becomes wealthy, he has to deal with the problems of freedom. All the choices he could possibly want. An abyss opens up. Well, I’ve watched that abyss. I’ve watched it ruin men, marriages. But most of all, it ruins the children. I thought I could trust my own blood.
Fletcher: He’s a kid. Kids do stupid things. He’s probably lying on a beach somewhere, and when he gets bored or runs out of money, he’ll come home and he’ll have learned his lesson.
…
Getty: I wanted to give my grandson everything, everything I’ve learned, all of my knowledge, all that I’ve built. And he just wanted to pick my pocket like his father, like all the parasites that have swarmed around me all my life. That’s why I like things. You see? Things, objects, artifacts, paintings, and…They are exactly what they appear to be. They never change. They never disappoint. There’s a purity to beautiful things that I’ve never been able to find in another human being.
Fletcher: Neither have I.[/b]
Of course we know better.
[b]Kidnapper: You saw my face! Don’t lie!
Paul: Look, man, I won’t tell anybody, I swear. You can trust me.
Kidnapper [to another kidnapper, both of whom aim their revolvers at Paul]: He saw my face.
Paul: Look, I won’t tell anybody, okay? Look, you guys can still get your money. Please, please, please. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, I won’t tell anybody! Please!
[the sound of a gunshot]
…
Gail [looking at the charred remains of a corpse]: It’s not him. It’s not Paul.
Fletcher [to Corvo]: Of course it’s not him. It’s a grown man. How could you not see that? That guy was headed for a midlife crisis when they shot him.
…
Kidnapper [who lay dying to Corvo]: They sold him.
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Fletcher: We need to pay the ransom.
Getty: I thought you said this was a hoax.
Fletcher: Your grandson was kidnapped by members of the Calabrese 'Ndrangheta. Two of the original kidnappers are dead, and one is missing.
Getty: That sounds like progress to me.
Fletcher: I’m afraid not, all right? They got nervous waiting for the ransom. They sold the boy to an investor.
Getty: An investor? Who invests in kidnapped children?
Fletcher: You’d be surprised. There’s nothing people can’t find a way to turn into money.
Getty: You told me that Paul and his mother had cooked this up to soak me.
Fletcher: And l was wrong, all right? Paul may have talked about being kidnapped with his friends. He put it out there. He’s not behind this.
Getty: How do I know that you’re not wrong now?
Fletcher: These people are not the old-world Malavita anymore. Their only code is profit and loss. They will do things to Paul that cannot be undone for any amount of money. We have to pay.
Getty: This simply isn’t possible. My financial position has changed.
Fletcher: Really? I mean, 30 seconds ago, you said it was a good day. I mean, I’m not all that bright, but I can multiply as well as you. With oil up as much as it was this morning, you have amassed another fortune.
Getty: Well, what if the embargo is lifted and oil were to crash? I’d be exposed. I have never been more vulnerable financially than I am right now.
Fletcher: Mr. Getty, with all due respect, nobody has ever been richer than you are at this moment.
Getty: I have no money to spare.
Fletcher: What would it take? I mean, what would it take for you to feel secure?
Getty: More.
…
Cinquanta [to Gail on the phone]: I’m not in charge of the boy anymore.
…
Fletcher [on the phone]: Mr. Getty’s authorized me to negotiate on his behalf. We’ll cover all your expenses up to $200,000. Anything under this figure is not considered extortion under Italian law, so you can walk away free and clear.
Cinquanta: Come on. These people are not stupid, Signor Chace.
Fletcher: The boy is worth nothing to anybody. Okay? We’re just trying to settle this without causing any more embarrassment to the family. He’s a juvenile delinquent, his grandfather has disowned him. It’s a tough break. You took the wrong kid, but you’re getting off easy now.
Cinquanta: You arrogant bastard.
Fletcher: Your uncle Piccolino died in custody last night, by the way. You better take this deal before the same happens to you.
[Gail brabs the phone]
Gail: Cinquanta, don’t hang up. This is Gail.
[too late]
…
Gailo [enraged]: Get out, get out, get out!
Fletcher: Gail, I lied. All right? I said I was authorized to pay them $200,000. You know how much I’m really authorized to pay? Nothing. All right, if they accept, I won’t be able to deliver, but I had to buy some time. You wanted to know what I used to do. This is what I used to do, what I still do for Getty.
Gail: You make deals. You buy people.
Fletcher: That’s right. Whether it’s an oil well in the desert or a human life, it’s all the same. We have to show we are willing to walk away.
Gail: I can’t walk away. You can walk away, because you have nothing else in your life. Because there’s no one in your life but yourself.
Fletcher: Fair enough. $17 million and zero dollars, that’s how far apart we are. Those numbers have got to move.
…
Cinquanta [to Gail on the phone]: Seven million dollars.
…
Gail [on the phone]: Hello? Hello?
Paul: Mom.
Gail: Paul?
Paul: Mom, is that you?
Gail: Paul?!
Paul: Its okay. I’m safe now. I’m at the police station. I’m all right. But I need you to come and get me.
Gail: What police station are you at?
Paul [weeping, pleading]: They came so close. | just want to go home, Mom. Please come get me. Please.
Gail: Okay. I’m coming to get you.[/b]
No, as matter of fact, she’s not.
[b]Gail: This piece came from my former father-in-law’s personal collection. By his own estimate, it would bring 1.2 million at auction, and that was years ago.
Sotheby Rome official: Ms. Getty, this is un gingillo, a trinket of the type sold to tourists.
Gail: J. Paul Getty is the foremost collector in the world. Do you really believe that you know better than he does?
Official: No, signora, I do not. But I do know what my eyes see.
…
Cinquanta: Okay, drink, drink, drink. You drink enough, you can’t feel a thing, okay?
Paul: Who the fuck is that?
Cinquanta: He’s…He’s a good doctor.
Paul: He’s a good doctor. What?
Cinquanta: You don’t even feel it. This, I promise.
Paul: What are you talking about? What do you mean, I’m not gonna feel it? What’s he gonna do?
Cinquanta: Paolo. These men are going to take a part of you. The ear. Let them have it, and live.
…
Newspaper editor: We would like to publish it, Ms. Getty. The photograph of the ear. It’s news, and we are a newspaper.
Gail: It’s my son’s ear. It’s his. It’s ours.
Editor: And that’s why we want to offer some compensation.
Gail: I don’t want to sell you pictures of my son’s ear.
Editor: Ms. Getty, your son is being held for ransom. You claim not to have any money.
Fletcher: How much money are you offering?
Editor: $50,000 American.
Gail: Pay me in newspapers. I don’t want any money. I want 1,000 copies of your paper.
Editor: And where would you like these thousand copies sent, Ms. Getty?[/b]
We know where.
Cinquanta [on phone]: Paul is weak. He’s lost so much blood. They wanted to take the foot, and I convinced them to take the ear. But the foot is coming next. I hear them talking. I beg you, get the money.
Gail: Tell us where you are. We’ll make a deal with you in exchange for your cooperation.
Cinquanta [laughing]: The police?!
Gail: We’ll get you out of Italy.
Cinquanta: No, no, no. You don’t understand. I can never talk to the police. It’s onore. It is forbidden. Even if this was my own child.
Gail: There must be something that you can do.
Cinquanta: And what about you, signora? I’ve risked my throat for your son. And you, what have you given for him? And don’t tell me you don’t have the money.
But he hangs up before she can explain [again] why she does not have it.
[b]Oswald [on the phone]: Ms. Getty, this is Oswald Hinge in London. I’m sure you don’t remember me.
Gail: Mr. Hinge. I haven’t forgotten a thing.
Osweald: I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Getty. Not your former husband.
Gail: The old one with the money.
Oswald: That’s the one.
Gail: What can I do for you?
Oswald: Mr. Getty has decided to pay Paul’s ransom.
Gail: Thank you, Mr. Hinge.
Oswald: You thank him. I am but a messenger.
Gail: Well, I would if he’d let me.
Oswald: Well, you’ll get your chance. We’ll need you to come to London for some discussions. Gail: What is there to discuss?
Oswald: Thank you very much.
[he hangs up]
…
Getty: Well, you’ll be happy to learn that there are some new developments, which will enable us to finally help our Little Paul.
Gail: So glad to hear it.
Getty: My tax attorneys have discovered that while ransom payments are not deductible under the tax code, I could write off the interest if I loan the ransom money to my son.
Gail: You’ve discovered you can take my son’s kidnapping as a tax deduction. I’m happy it works out financially for you.
…
Oswald: There’s just the matter of the side letter. If I may, the…In exchange for Mr. Getty making the loan, you agree to sign over full custody of all your children, including Paul, to your exhusband.
Gail: “Sign over”?
Oswald: Yes, all parental rights reside with Mr. Getty. Just sign here.
Gail [looking over at her strung out ex-husband]: Are you part of this?
[then she turns to her attorney]
Gail: They can’t do this, can they?
Getty: My legal team is the best there is. If it wouldn’t stand up in court, they wouldn’t have written it. Now, you just take it easy. Sleep on it and have your attorney read it over.
Gail: I don’t have time to sleep on it. My child is being held prisoner.
Getty: Well, there is that.
Gail [bitterly]: I let you have the money back then. I didn’t ask for anything but my kids. You just can’t bear to leave anything on the table, can you?
…
Lawyer: We have a problem. Getty has agreed to loan his son the ransom, up to the amount that is tax deductible.
Gail: So?
Lawyer: So, I investigate. Under US tax code, only the first million is deductible. That’s all they wired to us.
Gail: What is the ransom down to?
Fletcher: Four. Down from 17.
Gail: We don’t have four. We have one.
…,
Gail [on the phone]: What is Paul’s condition?
Cinquanta: He’s not so good, but we can keep him alive a few days. Long enough to make the exchange.
Gail: We may not have all of it.
Cinquanta: All of what?
Gail: We only have one million.
Cinquanta: The number is four.
Fletcher: One is the new number.
Cinquanta: One is one quarter of the ransom. For this, they’ll send one quarter of your son. Tell me, which quarter do you want?
Fletcher: Did you hold the kid down so they could cut off his ear?
Cinquanta: You greedy animals. You’re the worst criminals of all. Listen to me. I don 't have any money to make from this anymore. But I don’t want Paul to die. You have to go back and get Getty to pay.
Gail: You have to get me some time here. I’m fighting an empire.
Cinquanta: You think you’re the only one?
…
Fletcher: Look, we have the million.
Gail: For a million, they’ll kill him. They won’t believe me when I say I don’t have the rest of the money. Nobody believes me.
Fletcher: There was never any guarantees, Gail. The money would give us a chance, maybe a window of opportunity to grab him.
Gail: The money, the money, the money, the money, the money. I can’t bear to hear about the money. Everybody thinks I have the money. The newspapers, kidnappers, they all think I’m rich.
…
Gail: We announce I have the ransom money, all four million. We make the exchange. You get your window.
Fletcher: And what happens when they find out the money’s not all there?
Gail: By that time, we either have Paul or…
Fletcher: Now you’re thinking like Getty.
…
Getty: What’s all this I see on TV with Gail paying the ransom in full? We both know she doesn’t have it.
Fletcher: The lady’s made other arrangements.
Getty: But she doesn’t have the money. So, what’s going on? Come on. Where did she get it? Is she fucking somebody?
Fletcher: You know, I think I’m finally beginning to understand what makes you tick.
Getty: No, no, you couldn’t begin to. So, spill it. What’s going on? What’s her game? Don’t forget, Chace, l have a contract. And I’ll enforce it.
Fletcher: No, I don’t think so.
Getty: Oh? Why not?
Fletcher [moving in close to him]: Can you hear me? I want to make sure that I am very clear. Because whatever personal security you presently enjoy comes from me. All right? Those Alsatians limping around the pool? My people trained them. Your security system? My people installed it. The bodyguards? That’s right, you rapacious old fuck, you are protected from every threat imaginable, unless that threat happens to be me.
Getty: I suppose this is your way of submitting your resignation.
Fletcher: Hey! “Men of risk”? Isn’t that what you called us? “I risk my money. You risk your life.” You’re so full of shit. You and me? We never risked a thing in our lives. We never took the chances ordinary people take. That’s why we are what we are now. You’re just cheap, Paul. You could have all the money in the world, and you are still a no-good miserable son of a bitch, and don’t you forget it. Goodbye, Mr. Getty.
Getty: Those children are my blood, Chace! They’re mine. She took them.
…
Lawyer: The money came through. It was the full ransom. $3.3 million. At today’s exchange rate, 1.6 billion lira. They wired this along with the money. Getty caved. What did you say to him?
[Fletcher looks down at the telegraph: THE MONEY AND THE CHILDREN ARE HERS – JPG
Fletcher: I couldn’t even tell you.
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Cinquanta [on the phone to Gail]: Drive a Fiat 125 with two suitcases tied to the roof. Exit the autostrada tollgate at 9:00 am. and drive south at exactly 80 kilometers an hour. Do not stop for food, toilet, nothing. Remember, they’re watching. A small stone will strike your windshield. This will be their sign to stop. Obey these rules, or they will take his other ear. His eye. A hand.
…
Cinqunata: Hey, Paolo. Don’t wait. Run. And get out of Italy.
Paul: You too.
…
Cinquanta [to Fletcher]: Get him out of Italy…now! What are you waiting for…go!![/b]