Call Girl Page #6

What do you have

that he wants so much?

I can approve this project he...

Motherf***er wants to buy me.

Scotch straight up.

- I have to go.

- Wait.

Why are you telling me this now?

Because you're a decent man, Carlos.

And I just want you to know what

you're getting yourself into.

I'll call you later.

Hello... How are you?

Good to see you...

Vickie?

What is your problem, man?

- You don't need to do this.

- Hey, I'm talking you.

Please, just give me a second.

- That guy is...

- Listen. Will you listen?

See that Lamborghini?

It's one of the seven he owns.

One for every day of the week.

He pays me 2.500 Euros, just for me to be

available every time he comes to Lisbon.

- Which is never more than twice a year.

- All right.

30.000 Euros, Carlos,

to f*** him twice a year.

It's more than you earn in a year.

The guy has strange habits.

You don't want to know.

But, for 2.500 Euros per month,

who's complaining?

Come on.

Carlos, listen to me.

You think I wouldn't rather to be with

someone like you?

A simple man, honest and decent?

See you tomorrow?

Go on, get some rest.

Hey!

- F*** it, you're drunk, motherf***er?

- No, no.

Now I am, I'm legally inebriated.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

You call this late for me to watch you

make a fool of yourself?

- I know her.

- Know who? That broad?

- No, man...

- What?

What, what?

Use your head, come on!

Wait a second...

- Meireles's whore?

- Oh yes...

Are you telling me that

you know Meireles's whore?

I met her when she was just

turning twenty, man.

Beautiful, you could die

happy just by looking at her.

- You're f***ed.

- I'll tell you a body, man, such f***ing.

I didn't even knew

it was possible, man...

If it was that good, why did it end?

By that time, I had one thing in mind:

Get into the police department.

She had one thing in her mind:

Get out of the desk job.

And I couldn't keep up with her.

That was...

It was a luxurious animal, man.

I was saving quarters on coffee,

so you can imagine...

Then I lost track of her.

And, two years later,

I find her picture on a fashion magazine.

She was a model.

She was a model,

now she's a hooker.

That's what called a rapid

ascent of the social scale.

Once a model, now a whore.

Wait a second.

And now what?

What do you mean?

This changes everything

We have to tell Gomes.

Ui... the little boy can't keep a secret.

The case stands, ok?

All the way. Enough talk.

I'll be back in a while, han?

Yes?

Yes?

- It's Ins. From Vilanova.

- Who?

I came as fast as I could.

What's going on?

There were more threats.

From whom?

I don't know.

They keep at it, day and night.

They call. They saw you leave

the other day, I'm sure.

Calm down! It's a good sign...

It means we're on the right track.

I have to get out of here, understand?

If you could help...

- I need money to get out of here.

- Relax, ok?

But I'm scared, can't you see?

I'm so scared... I'm scared

- Listen...

- Really, please understand...

Calm down.

Easy... no, no, no.

Calm down.

Calm down.

My night was kinda hard, ok?

Not yet.

Maybe the police could help me out with

some cash...

Quiet. Don't move, ok?

Don't move...

What is this sh*t?

Is this good? Is it?

What's this?

You made the whole story up.

You just made it all up, didn't you?

Your husband found out that

you were a f***ing junkie?

He found out that Joseph

was supplying you, didn't he?

And that he was f***ing you

as payment? Am I right?

He found out and went to see Joseph,

didn't he? And what happen?

Joseph freaked out and killed him, right?

Did or didn't he?

It's all a lie.

All a lie.

There's no threats. Nobody was

reporting a God damn thing. F***!

I swear is true... I swear.

I swear is true.

He was going after them, I swear it's

true, that part is true, I swear, swear...

Don't leave me alone...

You what this? Spend it well.

I thought about what you said.

Just one more time.

Baby... I can use the help.

But I don't think your boyfriend

is gonna like the idea...

You haven't seen those Gucci boots

I'm talking about.

Ah, right... I brought you something.

Keep it.

- It's to remember that love exists.

- You're so sweet...

This would be a lot more romantic,

if you weren't asking me to fix you up

with a guy that fucks you for money.

He doesn't need to know.

And those boots...

They make a women feel valuable.

Whatever you say.

"I've got some time for us.

When are you coming to Lisbon?"

What's the matter?

You don't like my new look?

It's not that! Mr Jacinto hang himself.

Tonight. With his belt.

- What horror!

- Jacinto...

Hello. Minister?

Hello, how are you?

I mean, I don't see any relation...

Well, if you see things on those terms,

the patients in Vilanova will have to go

to the Hospital in Beja, won't they?

No, don't worry.

We'll figure something out later.

Yes. We'll talk.

Goodbye.

Dear Mouros, it seems that

you lost your battle.

No. We'll be playing golf in

Vilanova come next year.

- ... we'll talk. Goodbye.

- F*** this!

Nothing yet?

Hey...

Do you get that feeling that, maybe,

you're working your ass off

on a guy who, maybe,

is not gonna be bought?

The Mayor is not in at the moment,

but you can leave a...

Is the guy alone?

We'll start an inquire

and that's it, right?

I'm tired of your sh*t!

You're wasting my time!

Do you want to be on the cover

of all the papers and magazines?

Do you want your children to see this?

On top of that, you kept your socks on!

Were you cold?

I'm offering you paradise, Meireles.

A stack of bills, an amazing lover,

your kids studying in London.

And with money, even your wife

will get off your back.

And people will carry you

on their shoulders, man.

I'll get your hospital and you'll

become the hero of Vilanova!

I'm your guardian angel!

What do I tell them?

Three magic words: "Employment,

development, progress".

And, if you want, you can add "benefits".

I like your new look.

You've cut with the past.

You look cool, dude!

Welcome to the 21st century.

I want that f***ing project approved come

next city hall meeting, understood?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Isn't that the arrangement?

No. Vickie, I need to see you today.

Not tomorrow, today!

- What time will you be in Lisbon?

- I don't know...

- 25 minutes, half an hour I'll be there.

- Half an hour is impossible.

- Vickie, please.

- Can't do it.

- I have to be with you...

- What's going on?

- It's about Mouros, you were right...

- What about Mouros?

- The motherf***er has pictures of us.

- Where? At the restaurant?

No, not at the restaurant. In bed.

In bed, do you get that?

- F***er! Look, take the money.

- What?

- Take the money.

- Come on, come on, don't say that. I...

Oh, f*** me, just what I needed.

The cops are pulling me over.

- The cops?

- I've got to see you. Tell me an hotel.

- The same?

- No, not that one. It can't be the same!

Another one, quickly, I need to pull over.

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