Cinquanta pounds on the phone with his fist in frustration.
CINQUANTA (CONT'D) You greedy animali. You're the worst criminals of all.
CHACE:
I guess that makes you the victim, right? Tell me, did you hold thekid down so they could cut off hisear?
CINQUANTA:
I did, yes.
(a beat) Listen to me. I'm out now. 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 getGetty to pay -
GAIL:
He can only pay for what he hasn'tgot. It's his sickness. He has to get something for his money and Ihave nothing left to give.
CINQUANTA:
I'm begging you, Signora.
GAIL:
You're begging me?
CINQUANTAI don't want it to end like this.
They expect the money in 48 hours.
They won't believe you when you sayyou don't have it. If they don'tget every lira they'll kill him.
GAIL:
You have to get me some time here.
I'm fighting an empire.
CINQUANTAYou think you're the only one.
Cinquanta hangs up the phone and vanishes into the dark.
101.
EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY -- MALIBU -- NIGHT Chace drives along the winding highway. Gail sits in the passenger seat, gazing at the churning sea outside her window.
CHACE:
This is it. He's building some sortof mansion out here on the ocean.
Chace pulls into a gated drive. They step out of the carand approach the gates. Gail presses the buzzer by the gate.