It's trespassing.

Hector! You think he's headed back there? I'm not much of a writer. Bloody hell, why didn't you bet yourself… Was it blood? What are you doing here? Oh, I don't like to gamble. Or do the dreams control you? It's like figuring out the odds. So I stopped taking it. Yeah, when I was lost and so... Check th… He's written Martini. I don't know why, but I think I'm immune… Unser Mann in Paris. A sua madre non aveva più niente da dire…