Rosa Morena Page #3

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- No way.

This house is close to us,

and she wants to be with us.

- Right, Maria?

- Yes.

My sistertakes care of my children.

I want to live there.

- They are my only family.

- I understand it.

That's all very touching.

But the house is too expensive.

- Got it?

- Do you want this child or not?

It's not me, who wants it.

It's him.

- I have to check with him.

- Yeah, right.

I said that this sh*t

would not work, Larissa?

- Take it easy!

- No way!

- What is he saying?

- They want 300.000 for...

Ehm, goddamn it, forthat house

and the salon and all that.

- 300,000 dollars?

- No, 300.000 Danish roner.

They want the money up front,

plus he wants a finder's fee.

- How much?

- 20% extra.

20%! But that's half

the amount the lawyer...

No problem.

Thomas, they are cheating you.

Stop! Thomas!

House, salon, your money... Yes.

- Ok?

- The house, the salon, the money?

- No problem.

- Deal.

- Deal?

- That's it. Deal.

- Go there.

- Go!

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Sit down.

- Father?

- What?

Father?

Father...

Who is the father?

There is no father.

Is that a problem?

- No, of course no problem.

- No! No problem.

- No, no.

- No problem.

- Deal!

- Deal!

- It is a deal now, he says!

- Deal!

Deal!

You are goddamn unbelievable!

It's here.

Very happy.

All very happy.

Thank you, Maria.

Thank you, Jakob.

Thanks, Larissa,

thanks, Denilson, friends.

Cheers!

Don't get all too excited, now...

Just close the deal and get out!

- Shut up, this is a great evening.

- Sure, it is a great evening.

But just make sure to get

those papers signed in a hurry...

And then we will get out ofhere!

She has to give birth before

we can sign the papers.

What?

- What is it you guy are speaking?

- What? Us?

We're speaking Danish.

The language of our country,

in Europe. Denmark?

- It is called "Dansk".

- Dansk? Sexy...

- Alcohol?

- No. Cachaa.

- Alcohol.

- Cachaa.

- No.

- Just a little.

Wait! It's just a little.

She drank before

and nothing ever happened.

Not good for baby.

Maria, no! Stop drinking now!

You can't drink.

It's bad for the child.

- Just a little.

- Seriously. Don't drink!

- Okay, it's over.

- Take your soda.

Let's drink a toast

to the gringo.

- How do you propose a toast in Danish?

- You say "skal".

Skal.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- This way, please.

- Thank you.

Please, thank you.

The results are great.

And you really don't want

to know the baby's sex?

People say it's bad luck.

Have you discussed when you

want the birth to take place?

No...

The baby comes when

the baby comes, right?

She wants a caesarean.

Why? Why do you want a caes...

Why do you want a caesarean?

- I want a caesarean.

- No, no, no. Why caesarean?

I magine having to force

an apple through your dick!

Explain it to him.

if they can pay for the surgery...

- Its's common.

- Okay.

What about the 16th.

Next month?

- That's fine.

- Okay.

- You need help?

- No, no, no. I don't need help.

Okay.

- Okay.

- So I'll make coffee for us.

Thanks.

Maria?

Hello? Maria?

Let's go home.

Gringo...

What was your name?

- Gringo, this is Rafael.

- Let's go home.

- Oh, I want to dance!

- Let's go home.

- No, no. Let's go home.

- I want to dance!

What did we agree about drinking?

You are boring.

Leave me alone.

- You want to kill the baby?!

- No!

F*** you!

Go back, then!

Don't... Don't you care

about the baby?

I care about the baby.

I'm only dancing.

You can dance, but you can't drink.

You can dance!

I like dancing. Like it, like it,

like it a lot...

I'm the party dude of Denmark!

I'm, I'm the Dancing Queen

of Denmark, that's me!

Okay?

Dance, not drink.

Alright!

Dance, not drink. Dance, not drink.

Drink!

- I'm sorry.

- Okay.

Okay. I'm sorry.

- You want to go home?

- Let's go.

Who was that guy with you, Maria?

- Denilson, leave me alone!

- You're a whore!

- Did you drink cachaa at the bar?

- I didn't know.

You want to kill the child?

What about our deal?

- Maria?

- Get a grip!

- Alright?

- Fine.

I'm just talking to Denilson.

I'll be right up.

Okay.

Did you get it, stupid?

Denilson is always full of problems.

- You want to eat?

- Yes...

- Maria, about last night...

- No, we have a deal.

- From now on I'll only drink soda.

- Okay.

- Deal?

- Deal.

- Coffee?

- Oh, thank you.

- Have a sit.

- Thank you.

I would like to ask

what you think, if...

If I move...

moved... me move...

- To move?

- If I move in...

I could move in and live with you.

Understand?

- I like.

- Ah, you like?

I like.

- Why?

- So I can keep an eye on her.

So you can keep an eye on her?

- Listen, ifl were you...

- Well, you are not.

Alright, but as soon as

the baby is born, right?

You will get those papers signed,

you will take your baby and

travel back home. You got it?!

You are not supposed to be friends

with her, don't trust any of the...

You are their banker!

Whatever.

Right, don't say I didn't warn you.

It's not what you're used to,

but I hope it will do.

It is fine.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Good afternoon, sir.

Where to?

To the Hilton Hotel.

To the Hilton Hotel... urgh!

Hello.

- Uncle, she wants to take my toy!

- It's mine.

What did I tell you?

Come.

Maria, your children?

This is my daughter, this is

my son, that one's Larissa's.

Did you see what you have done?

- Maria, please.

- Ah, Larissa, leave me alone.

So...

Me...

Me speak Portuguese.

- Unit four. Taxi.

- Taxi.

- Lesson A. Dialogue.

- Lesson A. Dialogue.

Hey, taxi! Good day, sir.

Alright?

Great! Great!

Are you okay?

Congratulations.

You have a beautiful little girl.

Thank you.

Oh, you are so little, so little.

I want herto be called Rosa.

Like that song, you know, Larissa?

Rosa.

Rosa.

Are you a little Rosa?

Are you?

You are a little Rosa.

Yes, you are.

Hey, Daddy, here I am.

Thanks.

Hey, sweetie. Hey gorgeous.

Look how beautiful she is.

That's probably because she must

have had a really good looking father,

don't you think?

Let Jakob hold her.

- Me? No.

- Hold her. She doesn't bite.

Wow! She is pretty!

When my son was born,

he weighed ten pounds.

- Fat as a pig he was.

- Like his father.

Stop it!

Congratulations.

She's very pretty.

Congratulations, man.

They don't come this pretty in Denmark.

No, they don't.

- Hey, Maria. Come here!

- I want to dance.

Thomas, are you not

starting to worry, just a bit?

What do you mean?

Well... What if she

decides to back out?

Stop it, please.

I don't want to listen to that!

But listen. Why don't you just make

Maria sign the papers,

take you daughter and

go home to yourself?

The longer they are together, right?

The lesser chance you have,

she will hand it over!

She has to breast feed her for

three months, that's the end of it.

- What are you talking about?

- Yes.

Are you completely out of you?

Listen.

Maria has got a great life now, okay?

A great life!

Why on Earth would she

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