He's written Martini.

Tell who to stop what? Oh, I don't like to gamble. Bloody hell, why didn't you bet yourself… I got caught up. Unser Mann in Paris. Oh, you think? Hey, Johnny boy! It's called the occult, Gus. Oh, okay, I understand. What the fuck? Nel tuo destino c'è scritto che assassin… Open, please. It was pretty funny. Some of my trees are three thousand year… Messing about with country roads.