Nine Queens Page #3

- Yes.

- Does she... ?

- No.

My sister is a responsible person.

- A miracle. I called and you came.

- I'm fine, thanks. And you?

Fine, we are fine.

Thanks for your concern.

You called to give me sh*t?

I'm trying to keep the party going,

to be polite.

I wish it was a party.

You needn't be polite.

It'd be enough if you just

carried out your responsibilities.

I heard that song before.

I think it was your mother singing it.

- You're a bastard!

- Watch your mouth.

Be careful your bosses might listen.

How many are they? Ten, twenty?

Never seen a woman

with as many bosses as she has.

- Who is this?

- Juan, a friend.

- I called you.

- And I came with him. What d'you want?

Come here.

How many times did I ask you

not to meddle with the hotel...

and its guests, that you do

your business elsewhere?

Too many.

I was at the lobby and

that partner of yours, the old man...

what was his name?

- Sandler?

- That's it.

- I thought he had died.

- Don't f*** with me.

I'm not. I haven't seen him

in six or seven years.

Besides, he wasn't my partner.

He does something else.

He was at the lobby insisting

on seeing a guest.

I thought it was one of your affairs.

You're wrong.

I had you called, they didn't find you,

and I had him sent out.

You've become a snitch?

This is my job and I work my ass off

I hope you don't

mean it literally.

When the old man was being

thrown out, he had a seizure...

He fainted.

The house doctor

has already seen him...

and they'll call an ambulance shortly.

What does all this have

to do with me?

The old man recognized me and

asked me, begged me to call you...

that it was urgent,

he needed to talk to you.

My life is quite a mess as it is.

Make sure he doesn't come back.

Neither do you.

- You called me.

- He did.

Whatever you have to settle,

do it and go away.

It makes me nervous

to see you here.

You're as loving as always.

By the way, are you dating someone,

did you get married?

I'm dating.

It will be one year tomorrow.

- Congratulations. I know him?

- I don't think so. He's decent.

Nice ass, right?

Marquitos, you came.

- You called me, Sandler.

- I thought... you know...

And him?

He's with me. If you want to

I can ask him to leave.

Juan?

Aren't you Juan, Ramiro's kid?

I worked with

your father many years ago.

I would forge the papers for him,

and he pushed them.

- Sandler is an artist.

- Yes, an artist.

- I made you make big money.

- Those were other times.

- You don't remember me?

- No.

You were a little kid then.

Perhaps ten, twelve.

- Good memory.

- He was a smart kid.

This is all very touching

but why did you have me called?

Hand me the briefcase.

Esteban Vidal Gandolfo is

a guest at this hotel.

Do you know him?

DEPORTATION:

OF VI DAL GANDOLFO

"Owns a holding."

"Must leave the country in a hurry."

"Parliamentary investigation.

Deportation to Venezuela."

Five hundred million dollars?

Whatever it is, it's too big for you.

He's got a hobby.

He's worth 500 million...

and he's got a hobby.

- Which one?

- Stamps.

- Didn't you have a... ?

- Brother-in-law. A stamp collector.

A very good one.

The husband of my sister, Berta.

- The one who lives at the Kavanagh.

- My rich sister.

He died eight, nine years ago,

and left her the whole collection...

including the "Nine Queens".

Nine Queens?

The Nine Queens is a sheet

of stamps from the Weimar Republic.

- Defective, rare and very valuable.

- How much?

I don't know.

I didn't have time to establish a price.

You wanted to sell them

to Vidal Gandolfo?

My sister's stamps? No, not hers.

She wouldn't sell them.

She says they remind her

of her husband. No.

So?

But I got to see them.

I studied them.

I took photographs.

- You copied them.

- My best work ever.

Original paper.

Hand-cut.

One perforation at a time.

This is one of your photos?

The trick is the time.

I know they wouldn't pass a lab test.

But they're taking the guy

to the airport tomorrow.

He doesn't have the time

to check them thoroughly.

That's why they must be sold today.

He'll go for it.

He must believe it's now or never.

Please, take me to the toilet.

Easy.

- Do you know this Spaniard?

- I read something about him.

Then he exists.

Yes, of course he exists.

Let me get this straight.

You came to the hotel

asking for the Spaniard.

When you couldn't get through,

you got nervous...

because you thought you'd blown it.

Is that so?

It was then that you blew your fuse.

So you need someone

to sell the goods for you...

today.

Why me, of all people?

When I fell ill I saw

your sister and I thought...

Why not?

It's been a long time.

You didn't expect this, did you?

Here I am, trusting you again.

You're desperate.

You had no one else to call.

I can give you 20%.

No.

No, look...

Let me tell you what the situation is...

You don't set the percentages, I do.

Because if I leave now...

all you'll get will be

an enema at a public hospital.

Listen, I'm 73.

I don't have many opportunities left...

and this one is mine, rightfully.

Don't f*** with me, Marcos.

I can call someone else.

If you could call someone else,

you'd have already done so.

How much do you want?

You are crazy.

No, the thing is I got you by the balls.

- Let's do it 50-50.

- I'm not negotiating.

I'm making you

the only offer you'll ever get.

or nothing, zip.

I didn't come to you, Sandler.

It was the other way round.

I never learn.

- I'm an a**hole.

- You're not an a**hole. You are f***ed up.

Well?

The wife has the stamps at their place.

If I tell her he sends me,

she'll give them to me.

He asked me not to mention the hospital.

He doesn't want to scare her.

D'you know anything

about stamps?

They're small square papers

you stick on envelopes.

- You'll go ahead with it?

- Sure!

- What?

- Nothing.

- I find it a bit strange.

- Which part?

- All of it.

- Strange? You find it strange?

Kid, I've sold barbed wire seeds

and got thanked for it.

D'you think I can get scared

with some stamps?

What can I lose? I risk nothing.

If I sell, I keep everything.

And if the cops get involved?

No, kid.

This is something else.

This is something you can wait for your

entire life and could never happen.

One in a million.

The old man is a good artist.

He's the best.

And I can sell those stamps.

- I can probably get... thirty grand.

- Thirty grand?

- More, you think?

- Come.

What is it?

What do you want?

- I want in.

- In where?

The deal. I need the cash.

I want a part.

A part? Are you crazy?

I don't mean much.

Just a percentage.

We're together for the day.

Why should I give you a percentage?

This reached me through my sister.

- Who the f*** d'you think you are?

- Well, I was there.

F*** that! You don't even

know Sandler's address.

I'll need help. Stay with me

for a lump sum... a grand.

- Three.

- One and a half.

- Two and a half.

- Okay, two.

- Two and a half.

- Alright!

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