Call Girl Page #9

nothing, nothing, nothing but me.

What do you say?

I say that's all very pretty but...

How do I carry the money

through the airport?

Oh, honey. I'm sure it's not that hard.

It's only paper.

But, if you want to,

I'll carry the bag with me.

And say it's mine.

That way, you won't take any chances.

And what do I tell Odete?

You can tell her you're going

to visit your son...

I'm sure she's suspicious by now...

with so many trips to Lisbon.

Wanna try my bed?

This apartment is starting to look like a

whorehouse.

Voil.

The stupid bastard really trusts you!?

Take some, if you want.

You're arresting him

so he won't complain.

You booked the flight?

- Yes, inspector.

- Great.

- Two seats for tomorrow night.

- Cool.

Last flight. He went to say

goodbye to the little wife...

Very decent...

But I also booked...

two tickets to Rio de

Janeiro, right the next day.

- One for me. The other for you.

- Maria...

Look at me.

Come down to Earth, will you?

I'm on the other side, get that?

I can't get myself in that kind of sh*t.

You really won't change, will you?

Listen, what took him so long?

I was waiting in the car for more than

one hour. This f***ing heat...

Because we were f***ing, Vasco.

Were you?

Yes.

Does he f*** you as well as I do?

Does he make you come?

What makes you think

you make me come?

What?

When you come...

you bite your lip, right here...

Look, I'm tired. You should leave.

Let your work colleagues put up with you.

This isn't just about work, Maria.

- Isn't it?

- No.

Then prove it.

What do you want me to do?

Get down on my knees?

I want to keep the money.

What?

Out of the question.

You can't keep the f***ing money.

Look.

I'm not thinking about me, Vasco.

- I'm thinking about us.

- The money is evidence.

And you think arresting that poor

bastard is making any difference?

That's not the f***ing point.

The money is the evidence I need.

You said that twice already.

Are you running out of arguments

or are you trying to convince yourself?

Listen, this is not open

for discussion, ok?

I promised I'd keep you out of the

case and that's what I'm gonna do,

now don't ask for anything more.

Stop f***ing with my head!

I'm not f***ing Meireles!

Yes, Inspector.

I should've known that

you'll never change.

You'll be a cop...

until you die old...

alone and poor.

And not even then will you think that you

could have had a better life.

You understand what I said?

Wanna f***?

What do you think?

How much money do you have on you?

You're kidding, right?

What's your problem?

Aren't you the one who always

put his profession above all?

Well, I think you're right. We need rules.

If you want to f***, you pay.

So, let me ask you again...

Do you have any money?

Or are you just a hard-on?

I'm not Meireles...

No.

You're less.

Because Meireles, at least, pays.

He's a costumer.

How about you, Vasco?

What are you?

You tell me.

Do you really want to know?

You're my weak spot.

Meireles, I made this for Filipe.

- He loves my pasties.

- Oh, good.

- Meireles!

- Hum, hum?

Do you notice anything? Meireles?

The earrings you bought me!

- Ah, right...

- They're beautiful.

- I didn't notice. Didn't look.

- Sit down, I'll pack for you.

Meireles...

I'm so sorry I can't go with you...

We talked about that, didn't we?

We can't leave the girl alone. Specially

now she's starting with her exams.

I know, I know...

- Do you know what I was thinking about?

- No.

Remember our wedding day,

thirty years ago?

- Absolutely, you were wearing white.

- Don't be smart.

It's just that you looked so handsome,

thinner, like a prince.

I know Meireles.

- I know I've become demanding.

- No.

But that's because I always wanted

the best for you and for us.

And now, I don't know why, I feel you're

going to give us a better life...

...I don't know... those meetings with the

Minister of Health. Even that new look...

Meireles, we deserve it!

- Of course, of course we deserve it.

- Carlos!

Yes!

Carlos!

Carlos, how long has it been...

since we?

Boss! We just won the championship.

We have Meireles admitting on

his cell he took the money.

- Go on, get out of there.

- There's more.

We know he's going to leave

the country.

We know the day, the hour,

the flight number,

we even know what he's eating on board.

Have you told the District Attorney?

He's leaving the country while

investigated, we don't need permission.

But I want it discreet, just the

two of you! No show-off, ok!?

I'll go upstairs and tell the director,

just in case.

Everything is tight.

- I hope there's no f*** ups this time.

- Ok.

Hey man, is it time to...

What?

Man, I can't believe it.

Yes.

No, no. Don't do anything.

I'll take care of it.

A whore is always a whore.

You can clean her up and dip her in gold,

but she'll always try and f*** you.

- Is something wrong?

- No.

Go ahead and warm up.

Hello! Sorry about the time.

It's urgent.

- Hello, honey.

- Hi.

Everything's right here.

What?

I thought you were gonna

bring more luggage.

I have this suspicion you won't want me

dressed that often...

- Well, let's go!

- Let's go.

Yes?

It's going on right now.

What!?

Here's your ticket.

Enjoy your flight.

F***! F***!

- Where's my scarf?

- I don't know.

I must have left it in the coffee shop.

I'll be right back, all right?

Gomes?

Yeah?

Yes, yes. We're moving on him right now.

What?

You're kidding!

Oh, f*** me. F***!

Dr. Carlos Meireles?

Vasco!

Police. You're been arrested for suspicion

of corruption and traffic of influence.

- Vasco, don't.

- Don't what?

Gomes's orders.

- Dr. Meireles is not to be arrested.

- Get the f*** out of here.

- The guy is right here, he has the money.

- I'm sure this is a mistake.

- Shut up, or I'll f*** you up, listen?

- Calm down.

Call Gomes, right now!

I wanna speak to him now!

- You can't treat people like this...

- I'm so sorry, you cocksucker.

- What's in the bag?

- Calm down.

- I have no idea.

- You have no idea?

No idea?

I know what you did, you f***!

- Louder. I can't hear you.

- I have no idea what's in the bag.

- The bag is not mine.

- Who does it belong to, then?

- This lady.

- Is it true? Does the bag belong to you?

No.

I don't even know this gentleman.

You don't know me, you whore?

- I'm the one who f***ed you yesterday.

- Calm down!

Calm down, Vasco.

Let go of me. Let me go. I'm all right.

You want the bag, don't you?

Isn't it yours?

I know what you did, motherf***er.

I know what's inside.

And it will f*** you, won't it?

What the f*** is this?

What the f*** is this?

What the f*** is this?

Where's the money?

Where's the money, man? Han?

That f***ing whore!

Move!

Just go. Go. Calm down!

You don't know what you're missing.

Are you going to tell me what happen?

- Do want me to tell you?

- Tell me.

Let me explain.

One:
According to the judge, you guys

were over the deadline for the wire.

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