Character: Peter

- Our conversation is over - cut Dante - the Road back, you look for yourself. And carefully look around. Here, at the Docks, chock-full of specialists along the lines of life.
- They let him wonder? - naively asked the girl.
"Not exactly," Dante leaned forward and blew out the candle in the hand of Petra - They interrupt.

Mason, here explain to me why some guys have this personality that I want to steal it, locked up in the basement and call My Precious?
In response, the guy just gave a friend a strange look, but said nothing.

- Where are you going?
- On the job.
- At three o'clock in the morning?
Well, so much the better: it's less congestion on the roads.

Emilien, I'm in position!
- But how?
- Wind blew. Forgot to close the window.