Nine Queens Page #5

nor did I ask any favor.

We're here to be polite.

You helped us out in the

restroom, a misunderstanding.

But the truth is

I don't know who you are.

- What d'you say?

- My partner speaks for me too.

Professionals. D'you see, idiots,

how these things are handled?

If you had something to sell to

me you'd knock on my door...

...just like a book peddler.

But if you were a smart Argentinian...

...you'd try to interest me.

You'd find a way

to have me look for you...

and not the other way round.

You could, for example, have

a telephone conversation...

with an alleged buyer

and make sure I'd listen to it.

But you have to be subtle.

You shouldn't say anything like...

"What? For the Nine Queens?

You are crazy! "

And then the cop, "Please,

don't hit me. I've something to sell.

But it's legal. I promise."

Do you understand?

It was so ridiculous!

I don't know

what you are talking about.

Look, man. There's no point

in insisting on that.

It is true that if you had

approached me directly...

I would've never talked with you.

I don't care

that you did it this way.

As long as what you have

is good and interests me.

I really don't know

what you're talking about.

Man, cut it out!

The show is over!

You're here

and I'm listening.

If you have something

to offer me, do it or f*** off.

I have little time left and much to do.

Do you have this?

And where did you get it?

My grandfather gave them

to me shortly before he died...

a few months ago.

He got them from a German

guy he met on a ship.

- He paid seven pesos for them.

- Seven pesos...

I told my cousin. He suggested

I should sell them to a collector.

- Are you interested?

- Don't push me.

I mean, as you have

so little time left and so much to do...

I might want to buy them.

- That would be good, for all of us.

- Come back, in an hour.

I want to see the stamps

and then we'll talk about money.

- Today.

- Today, yes.

I don't have much time.

Unfortunately, I have to leave

your city tomorrow morning.

- You didn't know that?

- I didn't know.

That's the way it is.

And believe me, I'll miss this country.

I've never seen such good will

for doing business.

In my room, at 4 o'clock.

Let go of that phone!

Goddamit!

I told you not to f***

around in the hotel.

- Don't worry.

- Stay out of this.

Really, it has nothing to do...

What is it with you, a**hole?

D'you know how

my brother's partners end up?

You believe you'll

get money out of him?

- Don't come back.

- We'll be back.

- I'll call the police.

- Call them. What will you say?

Excuse me.

By any chance,

do you remember a song...

by Rita Pavone,

"II Ballo del Mattone"?

Come on... let's go.

- What did your sister mean?

- About what?

- How your partners end up.

- How could I know?

- Why did you stop working with Sandler?

- It's not your business.

For this day, I'm your partner.

It's my business.

Technically we could say

I unilaterally readjusted dividends.

- You f***ed your partner.

- "You f***ed your partner."

Sandler was always an a**hole.

It couldn't have been that bad

if he called me again.

Don't worry. I won't f*** you.

Why not?

I'm getting old,

I'm sure you run faster than I do.

- I'm not convinced.

- Doesn't bother me.

No, goddamit, no.

Because I won't maintain

an unfavorable position.

How much?

That's better.

Offer an option at 1 9,000

and freeze.

Yes, we'd only be losing...

Let me see...

...two and a half,

three million.

That's better.

I'll call you later.

Alright.

Give me that.

Do your stuff.

Mr. Vidal, I must insist.

These are not the right conditions.

We should run lab tests

on the ink and a spectography.

I don't have time, goddamit!

You're supposed to be the best,

at least I'm paying you as if you were.

Cut it out and tell me

if they're good or not.

Should I pay for them

or is someone with a lot of guts...

trying to screw me?

Go ahead, do whatever is necessary.

The stamps are good.

Excuse me, do any of you

remember a song by...

How's the game going?

A sheet of stamps

of the Weimar Republic...

with a rare distribution of the edges.

You're right, Mr. Vidal.

No more tests are necessary.

These are the Nine Queens.

You, pay him.

Let's talk about money.

- What I had thought...

- Don't think. You just listen.

I don't know what you do

for a living and I don't care.

One thing is for sure,

you don't sell stamps for a living.

These stamps

were dropped on your lap...

and whatever you get for them

is like a gift from heaven.

- Am I wrong?

- No, it's true.

We don't know much about stamps.

Nevertheless...

we'd rather sell them here,

now, without any further delays.

But I could also get financing

or go to the States.

I can auction them.

I mean, we won't give them away.

- Lf we check the catalogues...

- F*** the catalogues!

What is it? You've turned

into an expert all of a sudden?

It's me who's gonna buy those stamps.

The rest is bullshit.

I tell you the price and you accept it.

I won't give you a cent more than...

three hundred thousand.

This is not what we had agreed.

I will not be robbed.

My grandfather kept

these stamps all his life...

and I won't give them away

to the first one who comes along.

Listen...

You listen. We have

an agreement, but I decide.

I won't blow them and that's final.

Well, well, well...

What amount would

please your grandfather?

- Four hundred and fifty grand.

- What?

This guy is going

to buy the stamps from us.

We deliver them at ten and

he'll pay us $450,000.

Ten percent for Sandler,

and thirty percent of the balance is mine.

- Minus expenses.

- Where's the trick?

- What?

- You're screwing me.

This is a trick.

You're pulling a trick.

- You think I'm screwing you? How?

- I don't know.

I can't understand it

and it makes me mad.

- This is not real.

- It's not real? Give me that.

This is as real as it gets,

a**hole. It's 450 grand.

It's more real than you and I.

What is it, kid?

Something keeps you from enjoying life?

Do you need assurances?

Look, you can be sure I'll kill you

if I lose this deal because of you.

Does it look suspicious?

Okay. You're out. That's it.

Get out.

Leave me alone. Bye.

Get out, come on.

Have a good life.

Why would I need you?

- I should get rid of you now.

- You are starting to love me.

What do you want?

How did it go?

- How did what go? What do you want?

- Did he buy them?

- What is he talking about?

- I don't know.

- What do you want?

- My cut. What you owe me.

What the f*** are you talking about?

Look, you know very well

those stamps are worth nothing.

The originals, yes,

but what you're trying to sell to Vidal...

They are not bad.

They are well done.

- You want your cut?

- Yes.

How much?

- Well... 1 5%. I rendered a service to you.

- I didn't ask for it.

I'll tell him.

I'll go and tell them they're fake.

If you tell him,

I'll pull your liver out of your ass...

and make you swallow it.

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