Angel-A Page #3

Who's that girl?

Who?

Her?

She's my associate.

Speaking of which, Frankie,

I got to tell you...

Frankie?

Sorry.

Watch it...

I was thinking:
you

can't pay Frank back.

No need to hide it. You can't...

At least, offer him a share of the pie.

I swear, Frank. It's

a golden opportunity.

Whatever you're offering,

I'm not interested.

Why?

We used to have good deals.

You're a loser, Andre.

Whatever you try, fails.

The few times when you made money

that was just luck.

It's a wonder you managed

to stay in one piece.

Look at yourself.

You look like a bum.

You stink.

People wouldn't even give you a penny.

I'm sorry, Frank.

I didn't have the time to shave.

Yesterday, I spent my time

struggling to find a solution.

I swear, when you hit rock bottom...

Cut the theatrics, Andre!

It's your fault, if

you're in that situation.

Well, then. I'm giving

you six more hours

to find my 30 grands.

If you fail, I'm sending

two Yugos on your ass.

Is that clear?

Two Yugos?

Or two Bosnians, if you want.

I only have one condition...

Don't you have a little job?

Even a shitty one. I can take it...

I think I know what he wants.

Got a second, Monsieur Frank?

You were supposed to shut

up during this meeting.

Are you trying to screw things up, or what?

As if you needed me to screw up.

You're negotiating like a white chick.

Like a white chick?

Why don't you give him what he wants?

Don't beat around the bush.

Around the bush?

Uh uh.

Listen, Angela. You shut up for a minute.

Let me sort this business

out. I'm back in a sec.

What a 'business'...

Damn... shut up!

You shut up.

We were saying?

Monsieur Frank!

Monsieur Frank!

Why don't you let

your girlfriend talk?

She seems smarter than you.

Well, then... no problem.

If you want to chat with her.

Since we're associates...

If you're talking to me,

it's as if you were talking to her.

There's no...

Angela, will you please

discuss with my friend?

Where do you want to do it?

I've got a small

lounge, right upstairs.

We won't be disturbed.

Fine.

You're unbelievable, you...

Angela! Angela...

That guy is a killer. He's

gonna mess with your head.

Shhhh...

Let me handle this.

I'm going to make him

an offer he can't refuse.

Be nice.

Where have you been?

I've been waiting for an hour!

It didn't take an hour. I

stayed for five minutes.

It all went very well.

You don't realize, poor girl.

That guy is a killer!

He could as well have killed you.

I guess I got lucky, then.

Here... It's for you.

What is that?

Paper.

With pictures on it.

It is called 'money'.

And my debts?

You don't owe him anything anymore.

He wiped your slate clean.

You're white as snow, now.

You can breathe.

And take the time you need

to feel better again.

Angela. What have you done?

Did you sell your mother, or what?

Of course not.

Wait. Tell me.

Ah. Why do you care?

You had a problem...

and it's solved.

Now, look ahead of you.

Move forwards, now.

Wait. I'm not moving anywhere.

I don't want any dirty money.

What do you mean by 'dirty money'?

If you did nasty stuff...

then I don't want it.

When you take money from an ATM

do you wonder where it comes from?

It's coming from the machine.

And I'm fine with that.

Well... today I am the ATM.

BEEP Take your money.

And stop bitching about it.

Actually, it helps me a lot.

How much is there?

Enough to repay the Spaniard.

That's so great!

How do you know I owe

money to the Spaniard?

Everybody knows about your debts,

my poor Andre...

I don't want it anymore!

Why don't you?

Because I'm convinced you've done

nasty things with Frank.

I'm not a pimp.

You hear me?

Nonsense!

Yes, sense!

Give me that...

Wait... Do you think I didn't see you

dancing in front of him?

Dancing, me?

You kept showing him your panties.

I saw it!

You have eyes behind your back?

I noticed he wasn't focused on

what I was saying.

What you were saying

wasn't really interesting...

I was talking business, okay?

Business has its code,

its own language.

It's mostly body language.

You got to look weak one moment,

so as to catch your prey unaware!

But you're not fishing trout, Andre.

You're dealing with a crook.

Behaving like a grade

school student...

At least I have some pride left.

A few principles.

Probably too much for you.

Then why didn't use your principles?

Frank was like a marshmallow, today.

You could have asked

for 10 grands. Easy...

Never.

I considered it.

You know... brains are large.

You can use more than this tiny piece.

You are so wrong, poor girl.

I'm using all of it. All!

I think all the time.

Right now, I'm thinking

you should leave me alone.

But you're thinking small.

Paying small debts.

Buying a small plane ticket.

To quickly go to New York...

So as to sell your Brooklyn apartment.

How come you know about

my Brooklyn penthouse?

You call this hole a penthouse?

It was cheap when I bought it,

but since then the price

must have increased...

Who cares about your

Brooklyn apartment?

It's not the problem. Your problem is

that all you want is to run away.

All the time...

Instead of taking a break.

Instead of breathing.

Letting oxygen climb up to your brain.

Making it happy.

So that it helps you take

the right decisions.

Now, breathe!

Breathe...

Breathe!

Good... Look.

Come here.

Lift up your head.

Breathe.

Breathe.

There... look.

Breathe!

Look.

There...

The clouds...

The birds...

The city...

All around us.

Breathe.

Is it not the most beautiful

city in the world?

So, how should I have handled Frank?

By telling him the truth.

That's all.

What truth?

The only one you don't want to hear.

The money I owe you is dirty.

Coming mostly from sex and drugs.

I'll never return it

because I don't want to

be part of that sh*t.

Anyway, I'll never see your ugly face again.

I won't lose any more

time with scum like you.

Bravo, Andre!

You really think I

should have said that?

Isn't that what you were thinking?

We can't always say

what we think, Angela.

Why not?

Maybe life would be better that way.

And we'd have the time to enjoy Paris.

Oh!

Do you think we can

ride the tourist boats?

It's not the right time to ride

the damned tourist boats...

Ah?

And when is the right time?

When you are free from stress.

Right now, I'm not free

from any stress at all.

Come on, it's only five minutes.

Stop that!

I can't swim, anyway...

Liar.

You jumped off the bridge to save me.

It was different. I was not thinking.

Now that I'm thinking,

I remember I can't swim.

Come on... please.

To make me happy...

No, no, no!

Do not insist.

When I say no, I mean it.

I've always dreamt of

riding a tourist boat,

like that, on the Seine.

It's so romantic!

I'm feeling sick...

I'm happy, Andre.

Right here, right now.

At this precise instant...

you're saving my life.

Making my dreams come true.

See?

You can do good things.

Yes, but it only works on you.

We should come back at night too.

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