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1.30 - FUORI CONTROLLO

Lina prova a prendere sonno. E' l'una passata ormai.
Non si può dire lo stesso di Greg, seduto con la schiena appoggiata alla parete e lo shotgun imbracciato, gli occhi rossi per la stanchezza e la tensione.
Joe e Yuri sono andati nella stanza accanto a riposare, quella di Rudy.
Greg ripensa a quanto avvenuto poco prima. Sta seduto, al buio: solo la luce del cesso filtra attraverso la porta socchiusa. Il silenzio interrotto Jerry just by breathing hard.
much consideration, and abducted does not notice as his eyes closed by themselves, and ready to scrap the drowsiness preceding sleep.
Then, the noise of a drop it awakens, suddenly. The nerves explode, the ears listening. A fast drip coming from the bathroom, the torture, like a drill penetrates the meninges. Greg
blasphemy raises his rifle in hand, is not in itself. Open the bathroom door, banging loudly.
Lina wakes up.
The sink is clogged, and inside there is water stained with blood, in which the tap loses drip. E 'was that idiot Rudy to not let it drain. Greg swears, screams, looks insane.
- What's Greg? What is it? - asks Lina scared, rising and going to the bathroom.
- Shut up you, bitch! Leave me alone! - Greg barks, his eyes bulging. Lina
retracts trembling. And 'dangerous. And he has a gun.
Greg opens the cap, tighten the knobs of the faucet and sits down again. In the room

Martinez, Yuri whispers to himself, believing that the presence of his father can not be anything but a hallucination. It could not be him. But then ... Who was he? And those footsteps ...
His friends have decided to shift sleep despite fatigue. Yuri chose the first, to be able to sleep at night spun. But he did not sleep.
The eyes of young Russian wander in the dark room. The uneasy silence. The radio ...
Her slender fingers turning a knob, the lights, croaks ...
Frank Sinatra ... But more, much more Than This ... I did it my waaaaaay ...
- Lower, dickhead! - Joe curses, rudely awakened.
Rudy is more direct. He stands up, frowning, approaches the radio and turns it off.
... But through it all, When There Was doubt ... I ate it up and spit it out ... I face it all ...
The Voice continues to play, under the astonished gaze of Rudy.
... Stood tall and I ... The veteran
grabs lead e strappa la presa.
... I did it my waaaaaay...
La radio continua per alcuni interminabili secondi. Poi, silenzio.