“Make him!”

In the state that Tony was in, Paolo knew it wasn’t smart to question him. He did need to know though which Teminal, which flight, where to, what time. So he asked.

“Oh I don’t fucking know... 3 or 5 to Bar-fucking-bados, lunchtime.” was all Tony could manage.

“OK, OK, I’ll find it.”

“You’d better find him too!” threatened Tony.

“But what if he doesn’t wanna be stopped?” Paolo had demanded.

“Then make him!” Tony sounded apoplectic.

The way he was raging, Paolo almost expected Tony to tell him to kill Terry.

Now that would have been ironic.