A Special Day Page #3

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- No way, I'm on duty.

- That's my point...

Oh well...

- Sorry, we're fully booked.

- Excuse me...

- Hold on, ma'am.

- Excuse me...

- Hey!

- Yes?

A table for Romoli, I believe.

Nope, no Romoli on my list.

Congressman Balestra reserved it.

The Congressman, right!

You're his chauffeur?

No!

He's my boyfriend.

Very well. Follow me to your table.

- Is this all right, miss?

- Yes.

I'll send over the waiter.

Why did you say I'm your boyfriend?

- It bothered you?

- No, it didn't but...

I'm proud to be a chauffeur,

don't you understand?

So long as you weren't upset by it...

If my boss finds out, he'll kill me,

don't you get it?

No!

- Even if, you can always blame me.

- Right, blame you.

It's not that easy.

Or...

you can tell him

we really are a couple.

It could happen...

me and you together,

love at first sight.

I'm just kidding!

I never know if you're kidding or not.

Always kidding around.

- Hello, welcome.

- Hello.

To drink?

- Champagne!

- Would you like to see the list?

The list?

- No, it's for our engagement.

- Felicitations!

- Thanks.

- Which do you prefer?

You choose. The most expensive one.

Very well.

"Felicitations!"

Sounds like something you'd say.

What are you thinking? Champagne?

- So what?

- We can have oysters too...

- I wouldn't mind some lobster.

- You don't get it.

- Get what?

- They'll fire me.

- No! Just blame me.

- The Congressman will see the bill.

What do they care?

You think they'll look at our bill?

Here you go, Catalan style lobster.

I don't know how to eat it.

- Did anyone notice?

- No, nobody noticed.

- Want some help?

- That would be nice...

Don't worry, I'd never eaten one

before I joined the agency.

Well, I'm not in the agency yet

but I will be soon.

They serve us lobster

at any time of the day.

- Really?

- Yes. Here.

If you need an apartment,

my agent can find you one quickly

Just like that, for free?

- He pays for everything

- Wow!

You girls sure are lucky.

- Only if you're a pretty girl.

- Only if you're pretty...

If you're ugly

they don't give you the time of day.

Unfortunately.

But if you're pretty,

things happen like they did for me.

What happened?

I placed on ad online looking

for work as a waitress, bartender,

cleaning lady,

but instead they called me for...

porn films, naked photos,

hostess, escort...

Once, this old guy called me...

to go clean his house.

I was ironing shirts for him

and he kept insisting

I give him a damn massage.

He kept insisting, I didn't want to,

I felt uneasy.

Then he changed his mind

and asked if he could massage me.

He said he'd pay me too.

I felt gross.

It was lunchtime by then.

He sat down at the table

and started eating,

he asked me to sit next to him

and to eat with him.

I was actually starving

at that point...

but there was no way

I was going to sit next to him.

He was the typical sleazy man.

This is what happens if you're pretty.

Ask for more.

You guzzled that champagne!

Kind of...

Kind of?

Still no call.

Do they think

we have nothing to do all day?

I saw a great film last night.

It really struck me...

because I identified with it.

She was a real b*tch,

but deep down she's a good person,

a good woman.

The plot was pretty tragic.

A little girl dies...

her country is at war.

- Check it out!

- What?

A tattoo. Cool, isn't it?

Actually,

I don't like tattoos very much.

Figures...

This is cute.

Sharks and snakes?

A less aggressive animal maybe...

So I should get a sheep tattoo?

You're right,

but I just don't like tattoos.

- Let's go in.

- For what?

- A tattoo.

- No way!

I'll watch you get one,

but I'm not getting a tattoo.

If you have allergies, you may suffer

from rash, abnormal swelling,

itchiness, and anaphylactic shock".

Should I put it here?

- Where?

- Here.

Here?

Nice spot.

You should put one here.

What do you think I should get?

A design that means something

to you.

All done.

Thank goodness.

Your turn.

- I was freaking out.

- You were?

Yes, while he was tattooing me.

- It didn't show.

- Because you didn't look at me.

- But he was good.

- Yes, it's a nice tattoo.

Yes, I know it's been postponed.

All right, sure.

It's no problem.

Yes, I'll call her now.

No worries.

Q k3Y-

Bye, honey.

Who was it?

- My agent.

- You call him "honey"?

Everyone calls each other

"honey" there.

Who are you texting?

My mom... what do you care?

I don't... honey.

- Listen up, honey...

- Enough!

- I'm hungry, want to eat?

- Again?

You eat non-stop.

- Want some?

- God no!

- It grosses you out?

- No, but it's 3,000 calories!

- Just this once...

- I can get fat too, you know.

Don't choke!

- You get fat?

- Yes.

- You're a toothpick.

- But if I'm not careful I'll get fat.

And then goodbye career!

Always worrying...

- Isn't this beautiful!

- Are they crazy?

- Did you see the price tag?

- Nice things cost money.

Then we'll have to make do

with ugly things.

Play along, let's go in.

Hello. I'd like to try on that dress.

- That one?

- Yes.

Follow me.

Size 38.

It's in the stockroom.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Honey...

do we like this one better?

- Actually...

- I'd like to try this one as well.

- Okay.

- Size 38.

Very well, be right back.

You're nuts.

- You're nuts. Do you have money?

- Smile, you're on camera.

B ravo.

- Aren't they nice?

- Yes.

No, I want it in green.

All right.

What are you doing?

Let's go?

- Let's go...

- Come on!

F*** you!

You're nuts!

You're nuts!

Those ladies were idiots.

- Did they follow us?

- No, they're too stupid.

They left us unattended,

they don't know how to do their job!

- It's so amazing here.

- Yeah...

You're a pretty good actress.

No wonder why they hired you,

you deserve it.

That's not the reason why.

- Why they hired you?

- No, why they fell for our act.

They fell for it

because I acted bitchy.

If you want people to think

you're rich, just act bitchy.

You really are a good actress,

because you're not a b*tch.

You're just nuts.

Do you really think

I'm a good actress?

Yes, I do.

I can't let him go, I can't!

There must be some way

to bring him back.

I can't think about that right now

or I'll go crazy.

I'll think about that tomorrow.

No!

I must think about it.

What is there that matters?

Ta ra

Home. I'll go home.

And I'll think of some way

to get him back.

After all...

tomorrow is another day.

I'm actually on duty.

I'm her chauffeur, we have

an appointment we can't miss.

You should've thought of that

before stealing the dress.

I'll leave my ID and come back later.

You don't get it,

that dress costs over 5,000 euros.

- For your information...

- The police will deal with you.

The police?

That rag costs less than 5,000 euros.

- Plus, what do we care?

- What do we care? Please, Gina!

It's my first day of work,

don't ruin me!

You'll ruin me!

He's right, it's my fault.

I'm the one who stole the dress.

- Check your security cameras.

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