Nine Queens Page #7

deal with your brother.

- I'm going to make you rich.

- Him, I'm sure not me.

Sh*t! I seem to notice

some tension in the air.

The best would be for us to go

to your room and finish our business.

Let us.

Let's finish our business, yes.

- You okay? Did he hurt you?

- No, he didn't hurt me. I'm okay.

I've just made a change

in our agreement. An addition.

- In the price?

- No, in the package.

- I want to include her.

- Valeria?

Valeria, yes. Knowing she's

your sister makes me hornier.

Man, it's only one night. Tonight.

I've been wanting to f*** her

since I got here but I couldn't.

And now I can.

Do you want the money?

- Convince her.

- Lf she doesn't want?

Then the deal is off.

You are willing to give up

the stamps for a piece of ass?

More than you are willing

to give up the money.

Have her bring me the stamps.

But it's got to be her.

I won't receive anyone else.

What happened?

If it were any other woman,

I'd have 50 ways to convince her.

And all good.

But not her.

It's different with her.

- Valeria won't go for it.

- How do you know?

From what I've seen so far...

You like her, shithead.

I saw you looking at her.

You must believe she's a saint.

Can't you see the way

she swings her ass?

There are no saints.

There are different tariffs.

Do you like men?

- Would you f*** a guy?

- No.

- You wouldn't f*** a guy for 1 0,000?

- No.

No.

If I gave you 20,000?

- Real money. All for you.

- No.

- 50,000 dollars.

- No.

You see?

We are not lacking pillow biters,

just financiers.

- Have you seen Valeria?

- Over there.

Valeria.

- I don't want to talk to you.

- Give me a minute.

- I don't want to listen.

- It's about our grandparents' money.

Chito, go get Federico.

Tell him to come.

- No need to bring in the kid.

- Why not? We share expenses.

We are roommates.

He's got a right to know.

To know what?

Whatever it is you are going

to propose. I know you.

What do I have that interests you?

I have a big deal going on

with Vidal Gandolfo.

What is it? You again?

What happened?

How are you?

You tell him or shall I?

Your brother wants me to sleep with a guy,

so that he can make a deal.

He wants to give me money for it.

- Some of the money he stole from us.

- It's not true.

Bastard! What do you need

to tell the truth just once?

- Not again. Why did you call?

- Listen to your brother's proposal.

This is between you and I.

Leave him out of it.

- He's right. Bye.

- Fede, Fede!

Tell him the truth.

I'll win the lawsuit.

I don't want money,

I want you to tell him the truth.

He'll decide the rest.

If I tell him the truth,

you'll go with Vidal?

Yes.

And how do I know you'll do your part?

Give me your word.

That has always been your weak spot.

I give you my word.

Fede, come!

Now what?

Are you sure?

The truth can hurt.

It's a complicated matter.

Your sister is right

about our grandparent's estate.

My lawyer blocked the estate in Italy...

and submitted me as the only heir.

We bribed some officers...

and split the money.

Don't give me that.

Tell me it's not true.

I'd love to but I can't.

That thing about the middle man

in Italy stealing the money, the taxes?

I didn't want you to find out...

That my big brother robbed me

and lied to me.

It was a lot of money.

What's that about screwing a guy?

She's a grown-up,

she knows what she's doing, Fede.

Don't call me Fede.

Don't call me anything.

That's it then.

Go to Vidal's.

Remember...

Make sure the money is good.

And count it.

I don't want to be screwed.

Then put it here.

Let's go downstairs.

What can we do here?

Hey, hey!

- Is she out?

- No.

- Did you sleep at all?

- No.

Not everybody is so lucky

to have a clean conscience.

What?

- Watch it, man.

- Vidal... Vidal!

My dear friend, you came

to say goodbye. Nice gesture.

- The money...

- The girl's got it like I told you.

By the way, I don't know

what her cut is in this...

but whatever it is, it's not enough.

- What a woman!

- Mr. Vidal...

No, he can't leave.

She hasn't come down yet...

- Hear that?

- Vidal...

This is fun. I can't leave!

"The girl hasn't come down yet."

I can't leave?

A check?

A check? You are such

an a**hole! What is it?

The guy is hung like a horse?

How can you take a check?

A registered check.

A check certified by the bank.

It's the same as cash.

I know what a certified check is.

He didn't have time to do it.

He fixed the price yesterday afternoon.

He had several

checks with different figures.

He must have fixed yours

considering the checks he had.

He had one for 600 and another for 650.

- You came out cheap.

- How do you know that?

The hotel has

an executive assistance service.

- We did it for him.

- The same as cash.

It's 45 minutes before the bank opens.

Have a drink.

I have to make a couple of calls.

- It's over.

- This will never be over.

- No, I referred to this business.

- Me too.

- How is Federico?

- He'll be fine.

- It's the Banco Sudamericano de Crdito.

- I've noticed.

A friend of mine works there.

Not a friend.

A guy I once did a favor to.

I put him into business.

I wanted to say something.

I wanted to apologize.

- Why?

- Because I didn't trust you.

The truth is I thought you were f***ing me.

I wanted...

to thank you.

After all...

You're welcome.

I forgot the cigarettes.

Wait.

- Excuse me.

- I'm sorry.

Let's go.

- I thought the bank was nearby.

- It's not that bad.

Turco, son of a b*tch.

It serves him right for disappearing.

He'll want to die when he finds out.

- We're a good pair, you and I.

- Yes, but no.

- We settle the numbers, collect and that's it.

- Really?

Yes, sir. It's over.

We split the cash and that's it.

You're offended because

I made you make a fortune?

- You and I are different, Marcos.

- Different?

Of course we are.

You know what the difference is?

I can handle what I do.

You're afraid of being singled out.

Do you think you are better than I am?

You are the worst kind.

You are a coward.

You want the money but you

don't want to get your hands dirty.

Do you know the difference?

To be a bastard

you need guts.

To be a real bastard...

No, wait, Castrito,

let me explain. Please!

Over there.

Come!

Get in there!

Let me explain! I was going

to pay you! My mother got sick.

- Your mother is dead!

- Right, she got sick and died...

Shut up! Piece of sh*t!

For a year you've been giving me

the same old story!

I want my money, now!

Or I'll f*** you up!

- Please, I beg you!

- Stop begging! I want my money now.

Or I'll kill you like a dog.

Kid...

Are you kidding?

You want to get killed for a f***ing check?

The thing is...

What did you do with the money?

I hid it. I didn't want

to risk being robbed again.

- Give it to me.

- No, if you kill me, there's no money.

- Then I'll kill him.

- Go ahead.

- Please!

- I'll kill him.

- Sh*t happens.

- Juan!

- No.

- No?

- No.

- Why?

- Because he said "f***ing check".

- What?

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