Call Girl Page #5

She's very friendly. But, if you

don't mind giving me her number...

Wait a second, just a moment.

Paula?

Here it is, I have it.

- Go on, go on.

- Ok, 96...

Yeah?

- Boss?

- Get the f*** out, I'm late.

- There's a surprise, Boss...

- Great, I hate surprises.

There's an extra body than expected.

- Two minutes to start making sense.

- Counting.

We found the body of a local councilman

who was missing for some months.

His wife doesn't know he's dead and told

us he was going to report dirty business

between City Hall and this

international building company,

with a project of 500 million Euros

for the land.

The Mayor, local son, popular guy, a

mustache, even bigger that yours,

with a nice house with a pool

and a son studying in London,

which I doubt he can afford on his salary,

There's a lot of money in

this construction license.

I want a wire on this motherf***er.

Was it two minutes?

That's funny but... if I remember

correctly, this was a murder case.

- And now you're talking corruption?

- No, It's all wrapped together.

A classic case of two crimes

f***ing in the same bag.

Have you noticed the

billboards on the streets?

Those smiling gentleman

surrounded by children?

- There's going to be elections, you know?

- So what?

So if you arrest a politician

for the Party 'A' today,

tomorrow you'll have to arrest

a politician for the Party 'B'!

Or they'll talk about persecution.

Are you trying to f*** me or what?

- No, we're trying to f*** him! Here.

- Everything's in here?

We even used dots and commas,

to help you read it.

What's there to lose? If the guy

gets bought, we catch the bastard.

If it's nothing, Mr President goes

on with his life and that's it.

Call the Judge and ask for a wire

to this guy's cell phone.

But keep it out of the system.

I don't want problems with those

bastards from Economical Crimes.

And one more thing.

Be careful.

Because when you start following money...

- You never know where you end up.

- Yeah.

Now go work for a living.

Always f***ing with my day.

I have a f***ing ulcer,

don't you guys know that?

- Gomes! Stop f***ing cursing, man!

- F*** you, man.

Here we go!

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, dear...

Stand up, victims of hunger

Stand up, those waiting for land

The idea already created

the flame that burns

The hard crust that buries it!

Well united we'll create

In this final fight

The land without masters

The International

Let's cut evil by the root

Stand up, Stand up

No more masters!

- Hello?

- Good afternoon, Mr President.

Hi... Vickie?!

You sound surprised.

No, I was just with some people...

I'm sorry.

Are you in a rally?

This weekend? Hum?

Call me and confirm it?

Good!

Ah, I'll have a surprise for you.

You like surprises?

You're late

Who were you talking to?

Oh... I can't tell.

You can tell uncle.

- With my boyfriend.

- You already have a boyfriend?

What do you do with each other?

Does he touch you?

I'll tell if you buy me an ice cream.

In this final fight

This land...

- You're not a man.

- You're not going anywhere.

If you were younger, I'd break that

face of yours. I'd f*** you up.

Fascist, fascist.

Let the man be, leave him alone!

Where were you?

See where that got you?

Well done, right?

You encourage him when

you know how he's like.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you going to ask me for a drink?

Ah, of course...

What are you having?

Vodka martini.

- Vodka Martini for the lady, please.

- How about you?

I think I'll change to... malt whisky.

Three ice cubes.

You shouldn't put ice in a single malt.

Just a drop of water.

- You have much to learn.

- Thank you.

So...

What about my surprise?

I don't have any panties on.

You're naughty.

You have no idea.

But there's more.

- More?

- More.

I can't wait to suck your cock.

I bet you're already hard for me.

You wanna f*** me, don't you?

Say you wanna f*** me.

I want to, very much.

No, I want you to say it out loud.

I wanna f*** you hard, Vickie, please.

And don't look around.

- I wanna f*** you hard, Vickie, please.

- Lauder!

Don't look!

Louder or I'll leave.

I wanna f*** you hard, Vickie. Please.

Same room.

Meet me in five minutes.

Ah!

I hope I got it by now, honey.

I'm a whore.

An expensive one.

If you need cash, there's an ATM

right by the door.

Check please.

- F*** me!

- What?

Today must be cup day, man.

That broad with whom that f***er

went to the room is out of his league!

What the f***, why do you

keep messing with my suit?

You're beautiful. You look like

you're going to a wedding.

Let me tell you, with that suit of yours,

you would fit perfectly in a funeral.

Do you...

- Do you really have to leave?

- Ui...

You can't imagine my day.

Weekends are always overbooked.

Help me, please.

I still have three more...

... meetings this afternoon.

And three more, later tonight.

Speaking of which, I'm late.

What if I paid you to stay

with me the whole day...

and not having to deal

with all those guys?

That's a great idea.

Do you have 5.000 Euros,

in your pocket?

Understand one thing, Carlos.

I'm not a whore with a golden

heart waiting to be saved.

And you, don't take this personally,

haven't got the money to take care of me.

Your best chance is a couple

of short term rentals.

Listen.

My taste is too expensive

for a man like you.

And I'm not talking about having

dinner at the casino once a week.

Or a fur coat on my birthday.

No, honey I breathe luxury

and I sweat Perrier.

And you... you're very sweet.

But you have a mustache and

earn 3.000 Euros per month.

- How about dinner?

- What about dinner?

Can I, at least,

offer you a classy dinner?

Maybe.

That maybe is...

Is it a yes?

Let's say it's not a no.

I call you later.

Do you enjoy waiting periods? Is being

seated one of your favorite sports?

Then join the police.

We guarantee hours of

the most absolute boredom.

I'm going for a coffee.

Calm down.

It's been almost an hour.

And those broads run on a metter.

Ui, wait a second, wait a second...

Well...

- You're not going to believe this sh*t...

- Txi!

- But I think that girl...

- That's the broad!

So, isn't she a knockout?

She's what?

The whore. Didn't I say that she

would blow your mind?

That's Meireles's whore?

Yeah

One thing is sure.

That mustache...

Has just spend his monthly pay on her.

So, either he's getting some on the side,

or he won't have enough greens

to pay for electricity this month.

F***!

- Hello, honey.

- Hi...

- I ordered for you.

- Thanks.

I'm so tired...

Sorry, baby, but we can't have dinner.

My client anticipated our meeting.

There's something I need

to tell you, Carlos.

The night we met...

Mouros paid me.

I was a present he offered you.

I don't know about your life

and it's none of my business.

But I know Mouros...

I know he never gives you 10,

without being certain that

he'll get 100 in return.

So you should ask yourself.

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