The Dancer Upstairs Page #6

- It's the Sally Fay promise. - Sure, I will listen.

We may win a Cadillac.

- Here it goes then. You guys listen. - Sure.

Strategy is Sally Fay's revolutionary skin care for the older woman.

This new alpha-hydroxide serum...

...will combat your skin fatigue and sensitivity...

...what the Greeks call 'psora,' or itching.

It will make your fine lines disappear...

...and your face look 10 years younger overnight--

Let me see that manual.

Daddy, look.

- Daddy?

- What?

- What's that?

- I've asked everyone to come over...

...tomorrow without their makeup on so I can confirm their skin types.

Okay, honey, it's ready to come off. Come here.

- Let me know if you need anything.

- Thank you.

Again.

Can you turn down the sound, please?

- Can we go back to the beginning?

- Okay.

Is that really him?

- Who's that?

- That's Edith Pusanga.

And again. Forward.

Wait. Okay. Could you clarify that part?

Could you make it larger?

Now, stop. Stop. Stop. There.

How can we find out what that says?

Is it a painting?

No.

- A window, could it be?

- Could we blow up those letters?

More.

An advertisement, maybe.

No, flip it.

No.

It's a street sign.

I keep thinking Eros.

Eros.

- Are you telling the Fisherman?

- Not yet.

Can I widen the search, look outside the capital?

No, he's here.

He's here.

Calderon's people rang twice.

They want to know why we contacted the Chinese Embassy.

If you drew a map...

...of everywhere you've ever been...

...they say you draw your own face.

Where?

Where are you?

Yeah?

Give me the pen and the paper.

Hello?

Yes, I know Calle Peron, but it winds through half the city.

What about others?

Wait a minute, just one other?

In Sucros?

Calle Diderot?

You're a breath of fresh air.

After three weeks of sifting trash...

...I feel like I need a year in the scrub-atorium.

We finished combing through yesterday's refuse in Calle Peron.

Dirty work, diplomacy.

740 garbage bags...

...most of them filled with duck a la-f***ing-orange.

Cigarettes?

Marlboro, Marlboro Lights, Winston, Dunhill, Benson & Hedges...

...Jockey Club, Lucky Strike, Virginia Slims Menthol, Gauloises.

Not a single unfiltered Camel.

What about medicines?

Xanax for panic attacks, Prozac for clinical depression...

...Iithium for manic depression, X for psychotic depression...

...Maalox for stomach acid, estrogen supplements for menopause...

...yards of dental floss...

...and I would calculate enough used rubbers to fill...

...the Chinese ambassador's swimming pool.

I really hope people in the street have cleaner minds.

No dithranol, no Kenacort?

Nothing for the treatment of eczema...

...acne vulgaris or any other skin condition.

I've been in Miami.

I know the heartbreak of psoriasis.

Sir? What color were the flares the night of the Cafe Haiti bomb?

- Red.

- The Fisherman was right.

Some enormous piece of sh*t is going on.

Last night, they caught a girl near the water plant...

...with a bottle on her...

...and my friend in the lab says it was full of typhus.

He thinks he's won. The whole country's about to fall...

...but for the first time I can sense him.

You don't want us to tell Calderon?

He would supply us with enough men to search every house.

Do you know how long it takes a sequoia seed to germinate?

About 10 years.

Ten years. No different to farming or fishing.

- I know, sir, but--

- The trick...

...is knowing when to be impatient.

We're almost there, but not quite.

He's either here or in Calle Peron.

Should I start collecting now?

No. In a minute.

- What was that? - Sounds like a dog at a dumpster.

Hey.

Who put the pubes on my coke can?

That's got a nice little walk on it.

Who is she?

- She teaches ballet.

- How do you know?

My daughter goes there.

- Single, is she, sir? - That's right.

Well, she's waiting for someone.

- You can start collecting.

- What are you doing?

What?

Oh, yeah. I hate my Beretta showing when I'm trying out a pirouette.

Hush.

Hush, hush, hush.

Happy birthday.

I'll leave the slipper in the door.

I love garbage. I can be around it always.

Calle Peron's finished.

Nothing of any interest except maybe this.

Marxism Today, property of the Cuban press attache.

- Okay?

- What about Diderot?

We're halfway through Diderot.

We should be through by 5:00.

Anything?

Nothing to give you goose pimples.

And Gomez?

Problem with the maid in 332.

Her employer likes to plant his own geraniums.

So today, Gomez is whitewashing trees instead.

Soon everyone will want to move in.

That gives you plenty of time. Yes, good luck.

Yes, I thought the way you said it was fine.

Sir, I think you should come.

I have-- I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Dithranol.

For the treatment of eczema and psoriasis.

Keep away from children.

But they're not Camels. And they're filtered.

Which house?

The class began on time? How many?

Fourteen.

No, no, no, just go-- Just go on painting those trees.

- Should we warn the teacher?

- No. That'll create panic...

...and alert Ezequiel above. Find who the landlord is...

...and if there's a ground plan.

Move our men at Calle Peron to Calle Diderot.

And concentrate on any movement upstairs.

And keep out of sight.

This is the captain. I can't speak to you

individually, but I want you to listen.

I've been inside the house. It's divided in two.

Downstairs is the ballet studio.

Suspect may be in upstairs apartment. There's no access from the studio.

The ballet mistress doesn't know who lives upstairs.

Probably our suspect relies on the staircase at the back.

Once you're over-- Once you're over the wall...

...you're not to fire unless you're fired on first.

Is that clear? There's a dance class in there.

We wait until the class is out.

- Captain Rejas?

- Yes.

Meeting broke up minutes ago.

He's watching television.

- Who else is with him? - Three others.

- They are resting in a back room.

- The dance class?

It was fine, sir.

We wait until all the mothers have left.

- Is that clear?

- Got it, sir.

Here they come.

Oh, God, she's going back inside.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

Come on.

Bye.

Get on with it!

Look, sir, upstairs.

That's him, isn't it?

Men in position.

Sir? Men in position.

We are ready to go.

This is the captain. You can go in.

Well?

It's him.

Stand up before the captain.

Professor Edgardo Rivas.

Captain Rejas, Anti-Terrorist Police.

We've met before.

You'll never kill this.

- How many others?

- Four.

It doesn't matter if you shoot us. We are in history.

We are not going to shoot anyone.

Find him a sensible pair of shoes...

...and take him outside.

Yes, sir.

What are you doing?

Let her go!

Okay, calm down.

Those bastards!

Don't worry, calm down.

Calm down.

It's okay. Thank God, you're safe.

You don't know who we've got upstairs.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Don't be frightened.

These are my men.

Don't you dare harm him.

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