Call Girl Page #2

And the rest of us are just collateral

damages.

Welcome, Mr. Mouros.

Sit down, please.

- You saw him?

- Yeah, I saw him.

- And you know what to do?

- I always know what to do. Do you?

We already tried money.

But the man is sentimental.

His family lived of those

trees for decades.

Cork paid for his college.

You sound desperate.

We're businessmen.

We can't afford to be desperate.

So, whatever the cost...

We need Meireles's signature.

That land is perfect for

our Company's Project.

Location, access, dimension, water.

Midway between Lisbon and the

Algarve. Close to Spain...

So...

What I want to know is...

What are you going to do.

To bring the man to our side?

Well, he quit smoking.

What does that mean?

That he wants to live longer

and better, enjoy life.

So, I'll give him the best

that life has to offer.

You have five new messages...

Received today, at ten... fifty... am.

Hi Cathy, It's me Thomas.

Listen, I'll be in Lisbon next month,

so cancel everything for July seven, ok?

And listen, it will be really nice if you

could bring someone with you.

Someone new, who has not been

around so much. Someone "fresh".

We know what I mean, ciao.

Received at eleven... six... am...

I hope I'm speaking to Diana.

A mutual friend gave me

your phone number.

Joo Oliveira, do you know?

I would like to speak to you...

I'll call back, sorry.

Received today, at eleven... fourteen...

It's Mouros. I've got a job for you.

I want you to be available

for dinner on Friday...

and for whatever it follows...

Cancel everything you have scheduled

because what I got for you baby,

is enough to retire!

- Thank God for these moments.

- You bet!

I envy you, you know?

- How's that?

- You're a widow.

Always complaining. Instead of one, you

have two. One here, the other in Lisbon

Why do you provide for Amlia?

Can you tell me that?

- Amlia is for f***ing.

- How about Odete?

She's for f***ing with my patience.

Watch... Just watch...

- Tell me later how fat you are.

- Hello, my love.

And you call yourself a caring father!

Haven't you noticed your daughter

has put on her braces?!

Oh, right. Come here. Beautiful!

Come here, my love.

2500 Euros.

This man thinks we can live

with his wages as Mayor.

If it wasn't for my shop, how would

his son be studying in London?

By the way, what's with all the shirts?

Don't tell me you're going to

Lisbon for the weekend again?!

Someone got me a meeting

with the Minister of Health.

- Maybe we'll get the Hospital sooner.

- Yes, sir. Quite the life.

And, as usual, I'll stay here,

selling clothes.

While Mr President here

is having fun in Lisbon!

- Can't stand the smell. I'm going inside.

- Go on, honey. Go on...

Menopause!

By the way

Did you get that for me?

Want one?

- Why? You don't need it?

- I don't f***.

Hey, Neves...

I wouldn't give this to a dog, man.

And I f***ing hate dogs.

And they give us five Euros per lunch...

F*** this.

Look, just because you

f***ed things up with Lusa,

that's no reason to be busting my balls...

Are you always like that with women?

I bet there was one, once,

who f***ed you up properly.

Now you said it.

And I'm not busting your f***ing balls,

baldy...

I want more, that's all.

I want a big fish.

Something that makes a difference,

not this bullshit.

We look like priests listening to some

broad's confession.

Gomes is right, you know?

With all that adrenaline, you're lucky

to be playing for the good guys.

The bad ones are usually f***ers like you,

- born on the wrong side of the street.

- Catch this, princess!

I'll pass by, leave my bag but

there's that dinner I told you about...

- What time will you be back?

- Couple of hours...

I really wanted for us to

have dinner together.

Baby, so did I, but you know

how politicians are.

They only give you a sausage

if you give them the pig first.

- I'll wait for you.

- Great.

- Hey, still there?

- Yes.

- Wear that black underwear.

- I thought you liked me in red.

- No. The black one. Wait for me, ok?

- Sure.

Big kiss.

No.

This one, thanks.

This one.

You need to look like a lady.

All right, let's go over

the script for the dinner.

Much better.

Do it again, Vickie.

- Vickie!?

- Yes, that's gonna be your name, Vickie.

Go on, do it again!

Good evening, Mr President.

No, no, no.

More Marilyn Monroe.

Happy Birthday, Mr President.

Happy Birthday, Mr President.

Then, after that cheap joke of yours,

I say "His problem is

that I'm not for sale!

Missed a line.

Don't worry, honey.

I don't miss.

You should know that by now.

Only for tonight.

You haven't earned it yet.

It's gorgeous!

But, my clients usually pay in advance.

Right, but I'm not a client.

I don't even understand

what they see in you.

Keep going...

I'll go to the bathroom, give you five

minutes alone and then I call you.

And when you're alone with him and the

guy ask"what do you do?". Your answer is?

Everything...

Sorry, I'm late.

- I brought a friend, Vickie. I hope...

- Good evening, Mr President.

- How are you?

- Hello, how are you?

Thanks.

So, Mr President, I hope

you like Chinesefood.

I was there, I saw it.

Joseph killed Henrich...

and cut his body with a chainsaw.

Then burn it in an oven of...

"brot".

- A what oven?

- Bread.

He was crazy on drugs.

Insane.

Henrich's 'frau' was screaming.

Joseph locked the dogs in the

basement with Henrich's frau.

Two days.

Killed her too.

Cut and burn the body.

Buried in the same place.

I saw it.

But what place...

Look, where were the bodies buried?

By the camp's oven.

Jesus, I just love hospitals.

So, what do we do?

Nothing to it. Call the local police

for them to look for the bodies.

If they're there, find the

guy and send him to Lisbon.

Meanwhile, I'll talk to forensics.

Mein Kampf ist jetzt mit Gott

What did she say?

She wants to die in peace with God.

It is:
Lisbon/Montijo - Montijo/Lisbon

and that's it...

Excuse me...

- Mr President!

- Oh, it's for me.

Thank you so much.

Ok... this is... well...

- Do you mind if I choose for you?

- No, no, I apreciate it.

Because I can see you're not sure...

This one.

This one is perfect for you.

Thank you.

A "Robusto".

It has strength...

and character.

You know, Mr Meireles...

That's how I imagine you.

Strong...

Sensual...

Possessive.

I'm I wrong?

Well, I...

- Excuse me, can I give you an advice?

- Sure.

When a woman like Vickie asks you a

question, always answer yes.

As if it was an order from God.

Because Vickie is the woman

God would like to have.

If he was rich.

Rui never misses the chance

to embarrass me.

Even if he has to be rude.

The problem is, I'm not for sale, honey...

Not to God and not to you.

Now, I have to go to the girl's room.

If you excuse me.

Watch your back with him...

Remember, there's no such

thing as a free dinner!

- Fantastic, isn't she?

- Yes.

But there's something that I still don't

understand.

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