The Forbidden Dance Page #2

- I know. You're something special...

- ...something different.

- But you do not know me.

No, but I want to know you.

This world seems so far away

from the world of my problems.

Leave your problems at home.

That's what I always say.

- I mean, that's where mine are.

- My problem is the reason I'm here.

What do you mean?

- Can I trust you, Jason?

- Sure. I'm Mr. Trustworthy.

- Tell me, Nisa. Maybe I can help.

- Jason! Hey! Jason!

- You said you weren't coming.

- So? I changed my mind.

When did they start

letting your kind into this club?

- She's with me.

- No, I'm with you and you're with me.

- Who are you?

- I am his girlfriend.

Is that true, Jason?

- Maybe I should go.

- Yes, go.

I'll go with her.

Jason! You get back here,

Jason Anderson!

Oh, nice move!

I'm sorry, Nisa.

Jason, come on.

It's just a stupid dress.

Shut up!

Way to go, Anderson.

Grow up.

Then maybe we can talk.

I don't know why you got me up

at 2 a.m. He's come in late before.

- Couldn't we talk about this tomorrow?

- No, Bradley, enough is enough.

It's time we had a serious talk.

I'm not gonna put up with him

out dancing night after night- -

All right, all right,

I hear you.

Here we are,

home sweet home.

Where were we? Oh, yeah.

That dance you taught me.

- The Lambada.

- Yeah. Why is it called...

- ...the forbidden dance?

- Fifty years ago...

...the government of Brazil

forbid it because it was too sexy.

- Get out of town.

- Really.

- Yeah?

- Really.

- It has been fun, but the dress.

- Don't worry about the dress, all right?

It's my mom's dress

and she's my mom. All right?

I'll handle it. No sweat.

- I just can't take- -

- Okay. Jesus.

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

- Good evening.

- Well, good night.

- Jason!

We want to talk to you. Alone.

Sure, Dad. I won't be long.

What's up?

What were you doing with that girl?

- We went dancing.

- Dancing? In my dress?

- You let her steal my dress?

- Mom, I stole it.

Jason, that dress was just cleaned

yesterday.

- Well, it's still clean, but it- -

- Clean?

For God's sakes! Her perspiration

will have soaked right into the dress.

- That's gonna smell nice.

- I don't even want to think about it.

Jason, you gotta

understand something.

This isn't about a dress

or even about the girl. It's about- -

- Nobody saw us, all right?

- Jason, it isn't proper to date the help.

You just don't do that. They're

different from us. You can see that.

Your father and I

don't feel it's fair to us...

...that you spend your time

running in and out of dance clubs.

Mother, I dance.

I like it, and I'm good at it.

That's wonderful, Jason. But we

want you to think about your life!

Okay. All right,

I'll think about it.

You'd better do something about it...

...or you're going to find yourself

out on the street without a cent.

- Am I making myself clear?

- Yeah.

We don't want you fraternizing

with the hired help.

We went dancing.

We didn't go to bed.

Well, I should hope not.

There's enough of those people in

the world without you fathering more.

Will you keep it down?

She might hear you.

I want her to hear me!

And I want her out of my dress.

- About the dress- -

- What about it?

I hope you realize

it's a Christian Dior original...

...and it cost me more

than that maid makes in a year.

- So get her out of it.

- Okay. Okay, fine, all right.

I'll get the damn maid

out of your dress.

Nisa.

- Have mercy. Hello, hello.

- Hello.

Hello. Come on down.

- What can we do for you?

- I can dance for money?

You can dance.

Hey, that's great.

Mickey!

- She wants to dance.

- Welcome to the Xtasy, love.

- I'm Mickey. I run the show.

- Hello, Mickey.

If you'd like to dance for money,

you should dance for me.

I run a class operation.

You would like to dance,

wouldn't you?

On stage? Like them?

No. No. You'd be on the dance floor,

dancing like I was when you came in.

- And I can make money?

- Listen, angel.

You can make more money

than you can count.

And don't worry.

I'm gonna help you take care of it.

I am gonna take good care of you.

- So when can you start?

- I can start tonight.

- Tonight?

- Is that okay?

Yeah, it's okay. It's spectacular.

How about 1 0 bucks a night?

- Bucks?

- Yeah, bucks. You know, dollars.

- You're not from L.A., are you?

- No, I'm from Brazil.

Oh, God. Well, at least you can dance.

All Brazilians can.

We gotta get you

out of those clothes.

Where'd you get those, Goodwill?

I've got some great things down here.

Charlene, go see Eddie. He's got

your check for your doctor bill.

You, my friend,

don't have the coin.

This one's special. She's fresh.

Know what I mean?

Freddie, come on.

Be a good little boy.

Don't even think about it.

Now I told you, this one's special.

And you, my friend,

don't want to pay.

One way or the other.

You see, Mickey's gonna take

good care of you.

By the way, do you

have a green card?

I didn't think so.

- So, what's your name?

- Nisa.

Nisa. I like that.

It's very sexy.

And this is the perfect dress

for a girl named Nisa.

Go ahead. Try it on.

Come on, little girl, you're gonna look

so pretty in that red.

That's it, now just relax.

All the men are just gonna love you.

Sweet little face.

Now I want you to just do it, okay?

That's a girl.

Come on, honey, don't be shy.

You're gonna look so pretty

in that red dress.

That sweet, little young body.

The gentlemen downstairs

are gonna go wild for you.

That's a girl.

Oh, honey, you are beautiful.

Come on. Want me to help you

undress a little bit?

I'll report back this afternoon

on that matter, sir.

- Just a minute, Maxwell.

- Yes, sir.

He's standing right here,

but go ahead.

Thanks.

So there was a security incident

with two Brazilian nationals?

- Who told you that?

- Well, that's not your concern.

I told you I wanted no trouble.

It's your job to make sure

there is no trouble. Clear?

You pay me to take care of trouble.

I'll take care of it.

- Earn your money.

- Yes, sir.

We have danced with every

cheap slut in this stinking town.

- Now I need to get laid.

- That's my boy!

- Look.

- The Xtasy!

"Lambada.

Dance with the queen of the jungle."

- Hey, that's Jason's beaner.

- Well, she's no legal secretary.

- She's not a maid.

- She's the queen of the jungle.

Oh, my God, yes!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, brother, what do you want?

I ain't your brother. What I want

is money. Ten dollars each.

- You got it?

- Yeah.

No problem.

Okay, you can pass.

- Yeah, that's her, all right.

- God, she looks good.

Let's go.

Hey! Hey, buddy, take a hike.

Hey, baby, remember me?

I'm Jason's friend.

No!

No, I don't want to dance with you.

Get back here.

- Come back here.

- Leave me alone.

Come on, queen of the jungle,

show me the Lambada.

- Stop it!

- Show me how it's done.

Come on, Jason doesn't

know anything.

- Leave me alone!

- You do it with everyone else.

Stop it! Leave me alone.

Help me. Help me, please.

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