Girls for Sale Page #4

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- Get lost!

(techno music)

(giggles)

- You b*tch, you belong to me!

- Let me go.

- You wanna be a star, huh?

Huh?

- Let me go!

- Alex, what the

f*** is going on?

While in my f***ing club?

This is no f***ing

with business, man.

Alex, we gotta talk.

- I'm not finished with you.

- Alex, we gotta talk man.

- What, man?

- Alex.

Me and you, we go

back a long time, man.

We have a good relationship.

- Yeah.

- Why let it get

f***ed up by a woman?

She ain't good to you anyway.

(speaks foreign language)

Give her to me and I'll pay you.

- She's demoted to

day shift now, Sam.

- Okay, fine, fine.

I'll pay you now.

- Sammy.

- What?

- Now.

And I mean it.

Wanker.

(loud thud)

(gentle piano music)

- Day seven.

I'm seriously on edge now.

I can just feel a storm coming.

- I want that woman.

- It's (mumbles).

- Simple as that,

just go and pick

up a girl, bring her to you.

- How will I know

where to find her?

- [Nell] There she is.

- [VOICEOVER] Okay,

I'll pay for it now.

Hi.

Don't f***ing move, okay?

I'm gonna cut your throat.

Do you hear me?

Yeah?

Okay, I want you

to walk with me.

Down the stairs, at the

comforter hit a right.

Okay, yeah?

Come on.

(mumbles).

Get the door.

Get the door.

(gentle piano music)

- [Susan] You took your time.

- Something to do with

filming all this glamour.

Rape, the killings.

Being part of Alex's crew.

I've had some delays.

- [Susan] I need

to get the police

on this, and the report?

- Susan, I know you need

this report tomorrow, but...

- [Susan] Brutal stuff,

but we need more evidence.

- Can you wait until tomorrow?

- [Susan] Okay, tomorrow

morning at the latest.

We don't have many

people on the inside.

You are making history.

If we lose this

battle the traffickers

will win and the rights

of the trafficked

victims to be free

will be lost forever.

(phone rings)

- Alex.

- [Alex] Meet me at

Sam's nightclub at 10.

- Yes, I'll be there.

(phone rings)

- [Alex] Lots of drugs at

club, call Sammy tonight.

It is going to be big.

- Woo!

(laughs)

- [VOICEOVER] I've gotta go.

- You can keep the watch.

- [VOICEOVER] Hey thanks.

- It's your turn.

Thanks.

- Hey Tim, it's Leo.

I'm worried about

Elena, she hasn't

arrived yet and she's

usually here on time.

- [Tim] I think

she's in a nightclub,

but it could be

dangerous, so stay away.

- Okay.

Bet it's Sammy's nightclub.

(gentle piano music)

- We're here.

We're off tonight, baby.

I have a plane waiting for us.

You okay?

- What about Alex?

- Forget about

Alex, Alex is gone.

He's out of your life.

What you do is

you're going to sing

and then we'll be off by one,

I got the tickets,

everything is ready.

- I (mumbles).

- Yes, make it a good one.

But before you sing, I

have something for you.

Just a second.

Something here which I

bought to remind you of home.

- Oh my God, it's so beautiful.

- It's just as beautiful as you.

- It's just like

my grandmother's.

(coughs)

- Hey brother.

Hey man I'm late, sorry.

- I can't let you

in, are you a member?

- What?

- [VOICEOVER] Are you a member?

- No, I'm not a member.

- So...

I'm sorry, you'll have to go.

- I'm gonna have to go?

- Yeah, we're all members here.

- Come on man,

let me in the pub.

- Sorry, I can't help you.

- It's cold, mister.

- I know it's cold, but

listen, it's not up to me.

- It's not up to you.

- It's not up to me.

- Get the manager, man.

- Well I am the manager.

- You're the manager?

- I'm the manager.

- But it's not up to you?

- It's not up to me.

- I see what this is, I'll

make it worth you while, man.

- Well many people

have tried that one.

- Come on.

- Listen man, just go all right?

- 50.

- (laughs) All right, all right.

All right, why don't you

have some warm drinks?

- Thank you, thank you manager.

(gentle piano music)

- [Radu] Yeah, she ran away.

Elena escaped.

My article got published.

Great, it made page five

in a free daily newspaper.

The police didn't

investigate a thing.

That didn't surprise me.

No police force in

the history of the

world has be able to

deal with this issue.

What did I get out of this?

A lousy job as a

junior reporter.

I feel like Macbeth when he

was crowned King of Scotland.

Can't remember the last

time I had an erection.

F*** the newspapers.

They use this type of story to

titillate and to sell copy.

How many girls choose to become

prostitutes, or sex workers if

I'm going to be

politically correct?

They're duped,

forced, sold into it.

It's happening everywhere.

What the hell have

I done to help?

I could've done

more by attending

a pro-legislation rally.

Nobody can do a damn

thing about this.

Eagle Eyes here could

eliminate the thugs like Alex.

It could get the girls

the medical attention

they need, but

surely they'd still

be treated as commodities.

As Benjamin Franklin

put it, in this

world nothing could be said to

be certain except

death and taxes.

To that I would

add prostitution.

The world's oldest

profession lives on.

(gasps)

(heavy breathing)

- [Elena] I came here to sing.

Do you sing?

(high-pitched buzzing noise)

- [Alex] Everything

all right, my friend.

Sorry about that.

I've got everything

under control.

Just a little bit

of misunderstanding.

Drink to the girls.

- [Radu] You want

me to follow her?

- [Alex] Yes, now.

My head is f***ing

exploding here.

- [Radu] All right, all right.

Alex.

Alex.

- [Elena] I want to go home.

- [VOICEOVER] Are we (mumbles)?

Why do you think I'm lying here?

(gasps)

(heavy breathing)

(gentle piano music)

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