The Man Who Copied Page #4

Usually I dance til late too,

I love it.

But tonight, I don't know...

I bought a CD collection.

The Rock "Greistest Richards"...

- What?

- "The Rock Grei"...

"Rock Greist"..."Rich"...

There's... really cool stuff,

like Elton John...

- There's BB King, Chuck Berry...

- Chuck Berry?

- Chuck Berry.

- Has it got "My ding-a-ling"?

"My ding-a-ling"?

- Probably...

- I love that song.

I'm sure. It's 4 CDs,

in a really cool box.

We could go by my place later,

I'll show you.

OK. I'll come with you later.

Great, it'll be nice,

it'll be fantastic!

Now, let me tell you something.

- I won't go to bed with you.

- What?

We're not going

to have sex, Cardoso.

- You never know that, do you?

- You don't get it. I know.

First of all, you smoke.

It's not because of the smoke,

or the cancer...

it's the taste I hate.

I was thinking of quitting.

And you're poor, just like me.

It's not personal,

but I won't get horny.

Not enough to f*** you.

I got it.

You only f*** rich guys, then?

No, not really,

but I haven't met the guy yet.

- I'm a virgin.

- What?

But you don't have to believe it.

Nobody does anyway.

Let's dance?

- You mean, you never...

- No.

- Nothing, ever?

- No, no.

But I've done all the rest of it.

I never f***ed. But I've

done everything, you know?

But not f***ing, not really.

I'll only f*** the guy

who changes my life.

Or a real gorgeous hunk,

like a movie star...

Really romantic, funny...

sexy...

One who makes me forget everything

and turns me into a lovesick fool.

Sorry to be so honest,

Cardoso, but you're not him.

- But don't you feel like it?

- Of course I do!

So, what do you...?

- The same as you.

- What?

I masturbate!

I had my beer

and they were still dancing.

It was 10 to 11.

I got on the bus, she was there.

The bus was almost empty,

I couldn't sit next to her.

If I sat in the back,

she wouldn't see me.

I glanced back

and then again...

as if I'd taken a few

seconds to realize it was her.

Hi. Do you remember me?

I guess so.

I went to your shop one day.

Look, I'll come by tomorrow

to buy that nightgown.

- Tomorrow is Sunday.

- Then I'll come on Monday.

- Wasn't it the robe you wanted?

- Yeah, the robe.

If I can't on Monday, I'll come

before the weekend. For the robe.

I don't know why

I came up with that crap.

I think it was the way

she asked that question...

as if she didn't believe

I'd pay $ 38 for the robe.

Now I'd have to get $ 38...

or forget that Silvia exists.

But I didn't have $ 38.

I didn't even know

how to get them.

Not before the weekend.

The first paper money was made

in China, 11 th century.

The emperor decreed that a piece

of paper was worth 1 kilo of rice.

Whoever didn't believe it

got killed.

I thought of asking the Blob.

I'd have to tell him

what the money was for.

I could tell him I had to buy

a robe for my mother's birthday.

But he might meet my mother

and congratulate her.

Goodnight, son, I'm going to bed.

TV makes me so sleepy...

Goodnight, mom.

She would think I was mad,

giving her a robe, out of the blue.

It would be better

to hide it until her birthday.

I thought of asking Marinez,

but it was too humiliating.

How then could I think

of her putting on her pants...

legs in the air, no panties,

knowing that I owed her $ 38?

And she probably

wouldn't have $ 38 either.

I thought of asking Feitosa.

He wouldn't lend me, but he might

give me some pot to sell.

Wimp!

I'd mix it with parsley and sell to

a sucker for twice the price.

But I don't know any suckers

who'd buy parsley for pot.

That's when I thought of Cardoso.

He had money, he might

want some pot...

or he might lend me $ 38

until the end of the month.

Marinez? Can you

make money with antiques?

A dress worn by Marilyn

was sold for US$ 1.267 million.

A new one, exactly like it,

must cost around US$ 500.

Cardoso wears a tie, he has a

cellphone, he drinks whisky.

He must have $ 38 to lend me.

It was the best plan to get $38

that I could make in a few hours.

Excuse me, do you know Cardoso?

In the back.

- Cardoso?

- Just a minute, please.

Do you remember me?

No, sorry. I quit smoking,

I can't remember a thing.

We met at Mama Grave,

I'm a friend of Marinez's.

You work with her, right?

- Yes, I work...

- Hi, how are you?

You told me you worked...

What?

You told me you

worked with antiques...

So?

Do you see

anything new here?

No, but I thought

you had money.

But why did you think that?

Because you were flaunting it

that night.

So?

A stunning babe like that...

What would I tell her? I work

in a place that sells old junk?

You too, making out to be some...

operator of...

Right, photocopier!

Photocopier...

You'rejust the xerox boy, I know.

OK, but it's better than

showing off in a shirt and tie.

I know what you want.

You fancy her, so you came

for an explanation.

Me? Marinez?

No, not me!

Why are getting

in my way, then?

I'm not. It was you

with that antique bullshit.

It's only normal:

Giving the chick some attention.

Have you never tried to chat up

a girl with this operator bull?

Yeah. I have.

So, what do you want?

I wanted to... I...

Do you want to go for a coffee?

Yes, but...

- Are you paying?

- Oh no, I have no money.

Oh, then. Why don't we leave it

for another time?

I've quit smoking.

Smoking is a drag! Coffee...

I quit yesterday.

When did I say it was?

- Today.

- Today? No, it was yesterday.

Not one since yesterday.

Smoking? No, no more.

It's tough,

coffee reminds you of smoking.

But I can't stop doing everything

I like because I quit smoking.

Like, I like to smoke after...

you know? I love it!

The girl says:

Let's make love.

"No, sorry, if I make love to you

I'll feel like smoking."

What's your problem?

Two coffees, please.

I need $ 38.

Is that why you've come to see me,

to borrow money?

I thought you had money.

$ 38? No way.

OK. Alright, I'll find a way.

What do you need the money for?

To buy a robe.

- A robe?

- Yes, a chenille robe.

Sorry, don't get me wrong,

but who's it for?

- For my mom.

- Is it her birthday?

Kind of.

$ 10.

No. It has to be the robe.

What is it?

Mothers love angels!

They prefer angels to robes.

Grandmothers like robes.

- I need $ 38.

- You don't give up, do you?

Come on, get the angel, just $ 10,

you pay later...

What angel is that?

Does it have a sword?

Then it's a guardian angel.

I liked the angel.

I made a wish:
$ 38.

I need $ 38.

- What's this?

- A color photocopier.

Now you'll have to

wear a smock.

This one's more complicated.

It has lots of controls.

To protect your clothes.

It looks more professional.

The smock is horrible:

Hot, it pinches my neck.

But the machine is great.

It can even make money.

$ 38.

I could copy a $ 50 bill.

If I had a $ 50 bill

I wouldn't need to copy it.

I can borrow. Not the money,

Just the banknote. Yes...

Once Mairoldi lent me

a bill of 10 at school.

My mom gave me two bills of 5

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