Nine Queens Page #4

Only if we pull it off.

- What was the name of the guy?

- None of your business.

- Vidal Garafalo?

- Gandolfo.

Gandolfo. He likes you.

I'd like to talk to you about...

Why do you ask?

It's nothing.

- Don't mess with that guy...

- I'll be back.

D'you remember a song by R. Pavone,

II Ballo del Mattone?

That's it, let's go.

We won't bother you again.

What about

our grandparent's estate?

Not again.

Talk to your lawyer.

Don't f*** with me,

your lawyer's delaying it.

- That's what lawyers are for.

- Do it for Federico.

- What does he have to do?

- You're screwing him too.

- The third part is his.

- I'm not screwing anybody.

You wanted to sue me? You did.

D'you want my blood now?

Look at the victim.

You're a bastard!

Don't insult me.

And leave the boy out of this.

He is not staying out.

You explain it to him.

- How are you?

- What's up, boy?

- Fine?

- How are you?

Didn't you say he never came,

he didn't care? How are you?

- Fine. And you?

- Okay.

Finally your sister got to have you

working with her all dressed up.

Yes, we need the money.

We still have debts.

You don't have to explain.

You shouldn't feel ashamed.

Explain to him why he can't

collect his grandparents' money.

- Valeria, cut it out.

- Yes.

- Don't be naive, Federico.

- Don't involve me in this mess.

He's already explained what

happened with the inheritance.

- You believe him?

- Of course, he's my brother.

Do what you have to do,

sue him. I don't care.

But don't bust my balls.

- I have to go back to work. See you.

- Okay.

Bye.

- Good afternoon.

- What d'you want?

Your husband sent us to pick

up an envelope he left for us.

It's a yellow,

large envelope on the shelf...

in the living room

under the Chinese jar.

- My husband is not in.

- Yes, I know.

He said that

even if he wasn't home...

we could come by

to pick up the envelope.

He's not in!

Come back later.

We'd love to, but we can't.

- Sandler, Mr. Sandler said that...

- He's not in!

He's not in!

My husband is not in!

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

- Nothing, it's just...

- Go away or I'll call the police.

- Madam, please...

- Go away!

I know your kind. You take

advantage of old ladies like me.

But I won't allow it.

That's why I don't open

my door to anyone.

Let's go, the lady's right.

There's no point.

Your mother will understand.

It's not that bad.

If we ever visit her again,

we'll take her the photos...

otherwise we won't.

Bye.

Forgive us, madam.

My brother gets all worked up

when he's going to visit mother.

And she was looking forward

to seeing these photos...

but never mind.

We'll fix it somehow.

Goodbye.

Listen...

No, not you. You stay there.

Come here.

Yes?

In that envelope there

are photos for your Mum?

Some old photos of my Uncle Liver

and his family in Poland.

Your husband promised us

some copies of the originals.

We wanted to give them to

Mum now that we'll visit her.

- Where does your mother live?

- In Entre Ros.

Entre Ros!

Entre Ros.

Would you wait a minute?

- Okay, twenty percent.

- 50-50.

No f***ing way, I'd kill you first.

Twenty-five percent.

You can't do it without me.

I'm not Sandler and

you really need the dough.

Thirty percent.

That's it, minus expenses.

Do you know Entre Ros?

Mom would never leave there.

She always says...

"A Meckler stays in the land

where he was born."

Meckler?

Is she related to Rabbi Meckler,

of Basavilbaso?

Her cousin.

I'm his nephew.

Vidal Gandolfo will be at the hotel

the whole afternoon.

- They ordered drinks for 3:30p.m.

- How will you approach him?

I don't know.

- We must think of something.

- Think fast.

He's leaving tomorrow.

You don't have much time.

We, I mean, you could

contribute 30% of an idea.

How are you, dear Marcos?

I'm sorry, Washington.

We're busy.

It'll take you longer to dismiss

me than to check my goods.

You're right.

What do you have?

Whatever you want.

National, Buenos Aires,

Crdoba, Cooperative...

- Third parties?

- And blank checks.

I have some

complete check books.

- I want for you to leave.

- Don't you wanna make a gift?

You could impress your loved ones.

Nothing better than

a Paraguayan Rolex to do that.

And you, young man?

Anything else?

Perfumes, clothing, imported sneakers?

Computer software, paintings,

electronic devices?

I have an excellentJapanese

bike, with minor damages.

- What damages?

- A hole in the tank.

- A perforation?

- Small caliber.

That's it, I need a gun

but something large.

D'you have a .3 57?

Marcos...

I'm not a crook.

Have a nice day.

Excuse me,

do you have cell phones?

Any make in particular?

An idea?

Easy, he'll go.

Hello...

Yes, it's me.

What's up? It's not a good time.

I'm about to take a leak.

At the hotel.

I came because

I was given a tip...

but I doubt it'll work out.

No, no, I'm going

to Montevideo on Saturday.

I'll try to sell them there. Yes.

The thing is not when but how much.

Are you crazy?

For the "Nine Queens"?

I tell you what.

For that amount go

to the post office and...

get as many stamps as you like.

Not even close.

Forget it.

Now, that's better.

- What the f*** are you doing here?!

- Talking on the phone.

Don't f*** with me!

It's the second time today

I see you around.

You and that prick.

What d'you want?

I do the asking, you just answer.

What're you doing here?

- What's the trick this time?

- I have something to sell.

- It's legal, no strings attached.

- In the hotel restroom?

Don't f*** with me!

D'you want me to get really mad?

We're all here now.

Look at the face of this guy.

Where did you find him?

The people at the hotel

are worried.

Come and explain everything to me.

That won't be necessary.

I'm sure you won't mind

showing me your I D.

- Put the gun down.

- And who are you?

A guest at the hotel.

These gentlemen

are here because...

- I called them.

- You called them?

Please, put the gun away.

You might be a guest here,

the king of Spain, but I don't

You come with me.

And you, wait for me.

- You bastard!

- You liked it! You liked it!

F***ing a**hole!

Who said you had to hit me?

I should go to Hollywood.

He bought it!

- I should do this for a living.

- We must go back.

Take whatever he gives you

and consider yourself paid.

No, you have to give me

your part. You owe me 200.

- I'll give you a hundred now...

- Two hundred.

My pleasure.

I'd like to have a word

with you. Follow me.

My partners are waiting for me.

- Are you okay?

- Yes.

Where did your friend get the I D?

He gets it at his job,

together with the gun.

Let's not waste time.

Let's not waste time.

You told the cop

you have something to sell.

A legal deal, as you said.

And from what I heard of

your phone conversation...

- I might be interested.

- Who are you?

If what you have to offer

is what I believe it is...

Excuse me.

Who are you?

The person you were tipped off

about. The one you came to see.

I've nothing to sell

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