The Con Is On Page #4

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- Well, pull harder.

- You do it.

- You got a knife?

Whoo! [giggles]

[Gabriel] No. Vivien. Vivien, no.

I can't.

- F*** me.

- No.

You haven't f***ed me in days.

[chuckling]

I made a promise

I'd stay faithful to Jackie.

F*** Jackie.

Don't be a p*ssy.

F*** me here. F*** me now.

- [Gabriel] This isn't the right time.

- [Vivien] F*** me.

Vivien.

[sighs, humming]

Jackie.

[softly] F*** me.

- F*** me. F*** me.

- [Gabriel] No.

[glass breaks]

Ahh.

[grunts, chuckling]

Not now, Kim Kim. I've got

a Xanax in my throat.

I heard something.

Downstairs.

[ominous music playing]

- Hello, Sidney.

- [sighs] My dear Irina.

I do have a doorbell,

you know.

One might almost suspect

that you didn't trust me.

Why didn't you tell me

which flight you were on?

I could have sent Kim Kim here

to come and collect you.

Did you have a good crossing?

Where is Harry?

All in good time.

That information

comes at a price.

[item slides across table]

[exhales]

[chuckles]

Oh, yes. Very nice.

You came prepared.

I will not ask again.

Well, if you mean her exact

geographical whereabouts,

I haven't been able

to ascertain precisely...

[laughing]

- You lost her?

- It's not my fault.

I set Kim Kim here

with the task of following...

- Vlad, kill him.

- No, no, no.

Please.

Irina, my dear.

Oh, still so impatient.

If you'll just let me finish.

I have been luring her

with the promise of a job.

Hmm?

So,

if we can, uh,

just calm down.

And perhaps get

a good night sleep.

And tomorrow

we can drive all around town

and discover which hotel

she's staying at.

I promise you we'll find her.

Okay.

Good.

If not...

I will slit you open

like the pig you are.

[chuckles]

Oh, you are wonderful.

[snorting]

Oh, f***.

The charm of this little escapade

is rapidly wearing thin.

Why don't we just leave?

- And go where?

- I don't know.

This is a f***in' fiasco.

What's the matter

with you, huh?

You need a joint.

We need a joint.

You said we're not gonna do

this sort of thing anymore.

What sort of thing?

This sort of thing.

[sighs]

- We've no choice.

- Oh, don't we?

Wasn't me that lost hundreds

of thousands of pounds.

It's not my ex-girlfriend

stalking us.

It's not my fault.

No. Never is.

You reap what you sow, darling,

and you've sown f***-all.

Oh, well.

Good night, and f*** off to you.

[bottle clatters]

[jazz music playing]

[clears throat]

F***in' hell.

- How'd you get in here?

- I snuck in with the chambermaid.

We need to talk.

Can you get up?

F***'s sake.

- Here.

- What is it?

It's breakfast.

Oh, God, Peter. That's disgusting.

That is f***ing disgusting.

Did you see them?

Who?

Gabriel and Vivien.

I woke up this morning and I

found this in my bed. It's hers.

He's f***ing her,

and he's f***ing her in my bed.

No, I don't think so, mate.

Nope.

Okay.

Peter, baby.

Please come back to the house

because he's threatened by you.

And, he knows that

you never got over me.

And I could tell, by the way that

you looked at me last night,

that you still want me.

So...

you can have me.

No, thanks.

[Jackie] Listen, f*** it, Peter. I

need you to come back to the house.

I need you to come and stay, okay?

I really need you.

Actually...

- Tiffany.

- Tiffany.

I can think of no one else I would

rather be in the company of...

- Okay.

- ...right now.

- [Jackie] Okay.

- [Peter] I need laughs, you know.

- With people who understand me.

- Come on.

And I need to f***in' relax!

[tense music playing]

So, I think we should start

at the Four Seasons

and work our way down.

It shouldn't take too long.

There's only a handful of

habitable hotels in this town.

- [cell phone ringing]

- Oh, excuse me.

Cedric, how nice to hear from you.

How are you? Have you healed up?

Good. So...

Really?

Oh, really?

Oh, now that's very interesting.

That's very interesting, indeed.

Thank you, Cedric. I owe you.

Bingo.

The Chateau Marmont, Kim Kim.

Shouldn't be too long

and you'll be with her.

[jazz music playing]

Let's get started.

[doorbell rings]

Just be a moment.

[knocking]

Good afternoon, madam.

May I have a word about some of the

charges you've been placing on the room?

I'm afraid we're going to need

some form of payment very soon.

I'll be right down

with my card.

Thank you.

- Watch the exit.

- [Sidney] Naturally.

[elevator dings]

[knock at door]

He's a stubborn little sh*t.

So sorry.

[soft gasp]

[pounding on door]

Hello, sweetheart.

Buy-in is five grand.

[up-tempo jazz playing]

Where did she go?

Who?

Who do you f***ing think?

[clattering]

Well, if all this goes to plan,

and I intend that it should,

I'm going to take you

to Disneyland.

Yes. I think you will have

a wonderful time.

[footsteps approach]

I said make it happen,

and you didn't.

You didn't make it happen.

I've been working

so hard for you.

I'm so tired.

I'm exhausted from all this.

Gina.

I'm not stable.

I'm not stable.

I wanna douse myself

in lighter fluid.

Gina, now is not

the right time for this.

What am I to you?

You make love to her,

and then you make love to me.

I have sex with you.

I have sex with her.

- I'm making a film. You are my assistant.

- [groans]

[Gina sobs]

I don't care.

Make love to me. On the bar.

Like we used to.

[Jackie]

Gabriel.

We need to talk

about last night.

What was Vivien's slutty

whore-mask doing in our bed?

[Gabriel] I have no idea

what you're talking about.

[Jackie] You've forgotten

about this, have you?

You've forgotten about the five million

dollar ring and everything you said?

Well, what about if I just

throw it in the toilet?

Should I just throw the ring

in the toilet? Should I?

Should I just throw it away?

F*** the ring!

I don't have time for this.

I am an important person.

I have important decisions

I have to make every single day

because I'm making a film.

I'm making a film.

I am making a film.

Boring.

I'm gonna go to the set.

[Jackie]

Not with Conchita, you're not.

- Give me the dog.

- No.

Give me the dog. The dog whisperer

is coming today. Let go.

Let the f*** go.

[gulps] Ahh.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

I need a drink.

[glass breaks]

Where's the vodka?

You can't be here.

- Irina's here in LA.

- Eh?

[groans]

[Jackie]

Juanita?

Juanita?

Oh, hi. Uh, did I miss

the dog whisperer? Is he here?

- Who?

- [softly] Sh*t.

Oh, voicemail.

Gina, it's me, and the dog whisperer

didn't show up. Can you please call?

Oh, there you are.

Oh, you're here.

How funny.

I thought you'd be a man.

No, I'm not a man.

- How's your Spanish?

- All right, I suppose.

Well, I hope it's good enough for

you to communicate with her.

With her?

[Jackie] I don't know how good her English

is. You know, we had her flown in.

[whispers]

She's Mexican.

Oh, I see.

Which I suppose

might be part of the problem,

you know, that she doesn't understand me.

How do you do it?

Communicate, I mean,

with them.

What it is exactly

you want me to say to her?

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