Chiara: I don’t know what he means but Lorenzo invites you on a train. We’ll be back at the compound in twenty minutes. Salvatore: Lorenzo, you crude fuck. Salvatore: On my way. Cassius: Bambina, we will all be there. You’re beautiful and I love you. Vinicius: A FUCKING TRAIN. I can’t with you, Lorenzo. Chiara: Will someone please tell me what it means? Vinicius: It’s what we did on the hood of my car.
