Nicotina
Hack Banque Cantonal?
Yeah. Go deep. Direct account access.
Can you do it or not?
Yeah, yeah, l can.
But they scramble the codes
all the time, dude...
-you'd have to use them fast.
-No problem.
How much, Nene?
Diamonds, Lolo. Lots.
-l'll get on it right now.
-Good.
-What'd he say?.
-He'll get on it now.
''Now'' or ''right now?. ''
Svoboda...
full penetration on one CD
with 24 hours to use it.
Fine. When?
-l'll let you know.
-Fine.
Nene...
-How long have you lived in Mexico?
-Long enough.
And you still don't know
what ''now'' means?
F***ing Swiss ingrates.
C'mon, move your spidery ass.
ACCESS TO lNVESTMENT ACCOUNTS
BANQUE CANTONALE SUlSSE.
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.
Nice one.
-He died, he died.
-He died 'cause his number was up.
-He died from smoking like a chimney.
-Nobody dies from just smoking.
-More smokers die than non-smokers.
-Where'd you get that from?
Statistics, kid.
Statistics,
check him out, statistics...
Lots of people die from lung cancer
and never touch a cigarette...
Wanna know why?.
'Cause a**holes like you blew smoke
in their faces!
No, there are a lot of variables...
and when they all coincide,
you die.
TELEPHONE DlRECTORY
NAME:
NENE04455...
l know people pushing eighty...
still puffing away.
That's part coincidence,
and partly not.
Yeah, but more so than not.
Nene?
l locked into Switzerland, dude.
-We're on our way.
-How long?
-Half an hour.
-Buzz and l'll come down.
Okay.
''Statistics.''
Statistics, my ass.
Coincidence, my balls.
Svoboda? lt's Nene.
-Forty minutes and you got it.
-Good.
-That's fine. l've got to go.
-But l haven't finished.
Paquita?
We're on the flight tonight.
About time too, f***in' Eulogia...
COPY COMPLETED:
I know you're Ieaving today.
I know you're not coming back.
I know the fever
wiII take me over...
and I'II die from the heat.
You give me fever.
When you kiss me,
fever when you hoId me tight.
Fever!
PIease Iisten to me, baby.
I am dying for you.
burn onIy for you.
You give me fever!
When you kiss me,
fever when you hoId me tight.
Fever!
Love fever!
Save my souI,
don't Ieave me...
pIease don't go away.
I'm tortured by this fever...
and I can't Iive without you.
Andrea?
DELETlNG THESE FlLES
ARE YOU SURE?
Eulogia?
Eulogia, it's me, Andrea.
Coming!
Hi. What a surprise!
Can l help you?
Did Eulogia leave?
Yeah... l think so.
She was going to leave my key in
the plant pot. Have you got a copy?.
No, no, of course not.
-lf the tenants don't offer me one...
-Of course...
Lolo, do me a favour?
Could l use your phone?
My phone?
So l can call Joaquin, from upstairs.
Eulogia was supposed to leave my key
so he could move that plant in.
Just a sec.
l'll page him cause his wife's
on the jealous side...
Hey, wait a minute...
lsn't this your key?.
Yes. Yes. that's it.
She must have got the wrong pot...
But if Joaquin brought this one...
-But it's impossible.
Thanks, Lolo. l've been a bit
on edge these days...
My phone?
See you in a while.
TELEPHONE:
ANDREA.RECORDlNG...
-Hello?
-Andrea? lt's Claudia. What's up?
-No news. Nothing.
-Call him.
Let him answer my emails,
l'm not going begging.
Maybe he heard something.
Fifty year-olds freak when they feel
threatened by a younger man.
Be kind and give him a call.
He's 44, Claudia.
And has been conducting long enough
to know what goes on in an orchestra.
to do you a favour.
Yeah, young...
and stupid. Sleep with them once
and they think they own you.
You can't even rehearse in peace.
Girl, you're not getting
any younger yourself.
Carlos is offering you
First Cello in Seville.
-lt's way to get back to Spain.
-Sure, but Spain's no prize for me.
First, he's got to work things out
with his ex. l won't be his lover.
l've got Joaquin for that, and
he's 100 percent married.
-Who, the gardener from upstairs?
-Claudia, l gotta hang up...
something's wrong with the computer.
l'll call support.
-l'll call you later.
-Fine.
Hello?
You're an angel! Sorry to bother
you, but l just don't get it.
lt's not your fault.
These cloned computers...
sometimes you just get
a bad processor...
and if the processor is bad,
-Heard anything from Carlos?
-Emails get lost, don't they?.
Not if they were sent.
F***ing Carlos.
You're too good for that second rate
orchestra in Seville.
The London Philharmonic at least.
Take lessons from Yo-Yo Ma...
Find me a man who's got the dough
and l'm there.
He could be a toad or a geek.
Music makes up for everything.
So, what are you up to?
Well, actually, l'm closing
what you might call....
a very lucrative business deal.
Many thousands of dollars...
That's great!
Well, if you could
check out my computer...
Carlos might have written by now.
l'm gonna take a shower.
l don't know what l'd do
without you.
Lolo! Can you get the door?
Yes...
Yes...sorry,
coming, coming...
-This is Andrea's apartment, right?
-Yes.
l'm Lolo.
l'm her neighbour.
-We met once before.
-lf you don't mind...
Lolo? Who is it?
What the... Carlos!
Okay, look, say you've got a cell.
A human cell.
Right?
Now, for whatever reason that cell's
on the verge of going berserk.
One fine f***ing day when
your defences are down...
that cell's gonna blow.
Smoke, don't smoke, whatever...
You're gone.
-That's the hotel...
-What?
That's where we're going later.
See what l mean?
See what l'm saying?
Life...
is full of f***ing coincidences.
l'm out of cigarettes...
and that's the Russians' hotel.
-What?
-Now that's a f***ing coincidence!
ln that hotel l had
the sweetest piece of ass ever.
They were playing this song.
And the song, the girl and me...
we all came together.
Now, that's a f***ing coincidence!
Yeah, sure.
Deaf as a post...
You have good taste.
A pack of ''Tropicales''.
Just a moment.
Helps keep me from temptation.
Smoking's not allowed in here.
-Want one?
-Okay.
Didn't you say it wasn't allowed?
Customers can.
Where are you from?
Villa Ortuzar...
Buenos Aires.
-What are you doing here?
-Data Transmission...
Door to door.
-Thanks.
-Hey...
That's one of the few things
Get away!
See if this helps you understand,
my dear Thompson.
This, is one of the few things
Alright.
But blow your spare smoke
at someone else.
l'm dying for it...
Me too.
Well, let's see...
Off with your belt!
CALLlNG ANDREA
F***!
lNTERRUPT CALL
ANDREA'S TELEPHONE
PLAY:
Andrea?
It's me, CIaudia. What's up?
-No news. Nothing.
-CaII him.
Let him answer my emaiIs,
I'm not going begging.
Maybe he heard something.
Fifty year-oIds freak when they
feeI threatened by a younger man.
Who is it?
Just a minute.
He's 44, CIaudia.
And has been conducting Iong enough
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