MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

LET US KLING TOGETHER

Svetlana went red as a beetrot and Enzo knew something was wrong.

- Svetlana, what's wrong? What's happened with Lolo?

- I don't know if it happened something... -she rushed to make clear.

- Excuse me? You don't know... -he blinked, restless.

- I've been searching him three whole days.

- Let's see, are you trying to tell me you've lost my cat?

- I... I... I've tried...

- What did you try?

Enzo's furious eyes were getting her more and more restless. There was no way to soften the situation. The truth is she was in charge of his cats and one was missing.

- I've tried everything. I'm so sorry.

- Are you sorry? Is it so hard your fucking job? They are just five cats. They've never escaped so far.

- I don't understand how it could be. He might not get out to the street. He might be in some corner...

- Didn't you search in every inch of the house and garden?

- Yes, I'm nearly sure...

- It's not good for me. Nearly it's not good.

- Forgive me, Enzo. I don't know where else to search him for.

- Fuck! -he flew in anger-. Isn't there any fucking thing work out fine in my bloody life? He'd better appear, can you hear me? -he pointed her enraged with a threatened finger.

Without respite; Duncan, Svetlana and Enzo started to search him. In every corner of the house, in Daffodil Lane, all around the garden. Duncan walked up and down the street around the neighbourhood and all the alleyways several times. He grabbed a cat's photo and asked door by door the neighbours in case they could see him. There was no success.

At home they opened every wardrobe, cupboard, chest of drawers.They scouted the clothes in the laundry room, the store, the cellar, each and every bathroom, where Lolo liked to sleep. Not a trace of him.

Enzo, tired and crazed after all the struggle, threw his priced porcelain hibachi vase through the window. He was completely mad. Out of his mind.

He was so desperate and unable to find the calm to think clearly which step to take, he grabbed the phone and called Tarek. He needed to hear his always calmed and soothing voice. He was about the breakdown.

Nobody replied to his compulsive calling. He hung up and called again. He didn't pick up.

- He's a scornful bastard. Call him, Duncan. He will pick it up if you're calling.

Duncan did it and he actually picked it up.

- Tarek... -Duncan started but Enzo fell upon him to steal him away the phone.

- Why don't you fucking answer me? Can't you think this is a bloody emergency?

- What's up now? You're doing this to piss me off, aren't you?

- Don't talk to me like that. If I'm calling you is because I need you.

- Really? Like all the other times? Are you so needed?

- Lolo is missing.

- What do you mean missing?

- He's missing three days ago.

- Did you search in the pond? Among the rocks. He likes to curl himself up around there.

- Yes, we've... -Enzo covered his mouth to refrain a sobbing-. We've looked everywhere...