`Toomorrow nighte, you meet an olive oil seller. Swing your right foot twice and say `piccolo porte' to him and he whisk you away to Sicily, Florence or Capri where you safe from carabinieri and other officials."
"Okay. 700... 780... there, 800,000 lire, Alessandro. Hope the job will be done."
"Grazie. Si signor, just do not worry, OK? But why you not go back to India, signor?"