Call Girl Page #10

Therefore, all that

information is inadmissible.

Two, Meireles had a two way ticket.

Three:
Tampering evidences, do you know

what I mean, should I draw you a picture?

Four:
Your main witness, Ins Gonalves,

just confirmed her husband was killed

by Joseph and you knew about it.

So, you're not talking now?

Cat got your tongue?

Look, Gomes, we can talk

about whatever you want, ok?

About the rules, ethics, whatever.

But one thing I know.

That motherf***er is corrupt,

I caught him and you let him walk.

You still don't get it? This isn't a

western and you're not the sheriff!

Who f***ed this sh*t up?

Who stoped this sh*t?

According to what's written here,

you're the bad guy in this film.

You f***ed this case completly.

No one else. Got it?

You're not a bad guy.

The problem is, when someone has

their heart on their balls, like you,

they should at least keep their

head on the right place.

F*** me!

You don't say anything? Ok.

You know what, Gomes? F*** you.

A guy works his ass off and for what?

For what?

In this country, any motherf***er with

half a brain can do whatever he wants.

I'd do better being a whore. I'd still

get f***ed, but at least I'd get paid.

All we do is play at being cops.

F***.

Listen, kid...

Yes.

Yes?

Is it?

Great!

Sure. Of course.

No, I make a note out here. Now.

Avenue, yes...

Avenue... 47...

Ok, ok, cool. Yes, yes.

We'll get him at sun light.

Thanks.

They identified the guy who

beat up the masseuse.

He's married and lives with his family,

if you can believe it.

Give me a good reason to keep dealing

with that son of a b*tch. Just one.

One good reason to keep being a cop?

One!

Let me tell you something, kid!

In twenty... twenty or so years

I have on the job,

I had to arrest guys that almost

made me weep.

Poor bastards who slipped up,

for love or for despair.

And I had to let some huge

motherfuckers walk,

the kind that made me wish I'd put

a bullet in their f***ing brains. Got it?

And the guy today was more

of a 'feel sorry' kind of guy.

F*** that. The motherf***er is

corrupt and he got away with it.

That's that, man!

The guy was a poor bastard who

got himself bewitched by your girl!

If there's someone who should

understand that, it's you.

You. F*** you.

The motherfuckers are a

different species, Madeira.

Like this f***er we're gonna

arrest in a little while!

You should be a priest, you know that?

The only problem is that

you curse too much.

- Otherwise, you'd be perfect for it.

- I missed my calling!

But let me tell you, that broad

really worked you up classic style.

If we think about it, you were

saved by the bell.

Can you imagine how you would look,

showing up to Gomes,

with that little bag filled

with travel magazines?!

Listen up!

Go and take a cold shower.

It'll be good for your temper.

And meet me in front of this

guy's apartment, early light, ok?

Here's the address. Go on.

What makes you think I'll show up?

Adrenaline!

And you know what?

This world is a pile of sh*t.

But it would be a lot worse

if we weren't around.

Go on!

I'm not drinking that anymore.

How does your wife...

I mean...

How come she still makes

you coffee every morning?

I like thinking it's because I make her

happy with those everyday things.

With all the cuddle I give her.

But, to be honest, what makes

Clara be by my side,

it's my enormous cock.

In a good day, it comes down to my knee.

She left this for you.

Let's go!

You don't know what you're missing.

Let's go!

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