Third Person Page #4

American.

Monika, you have an American boyfriend.

Congratulations.

I tell you not to come.

American, you have a sister?

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be sure to bring her next time.

There you go.

Boyfriend doesn't like me.

He's not my boyfriend.

Not your boyfriend,

but he brings me 10,000 euros.

Ten? No, no, you said five.

Five? This is Monika.

She tries to pay half price

for her own daughter.

Look, I don't know what's going on here,

but I agreed to five, all right?

- I'm not paying 10.

- No, you are not.

Ten was the price for her.

You are not her. For you, it's 25.

- What? You gotta be kidding.

- Where is she?

You want to f*** with me some more?

See what happens?

You could not wait in car.

I am happy I'm not you.

Listen, I'm just trying to help, okay?

That's 5,000 euros.

That's how much I have.

Why don't you take it

and get this girl out of your hair?

That's how much you have?

Even I have more than that.

You two must think I'm an idiot.

- See? You see what you did?

- Whoa. What I did?

You don't think I know

when I'm being conned?

F*** you! F*** you, American!

Give me my money.

- Your money?

- Give it to me!

This is his phone number.

Did you write that?

Do you know his number? No.

You stole my money.

Souvenir of Rome.

Oh, f***. My bags. Oh, sh*t.

Hey! My bags!

You have bags?

No bags.

- Hi. Did Miss Barr...

- Yes, sir.

She asked you to give me this?

If you asked.

- If I asked?

- Yes, sir.

And where is this place?

Want to dance?

Dance?

He has moves.

Move, singular. He has move.

Nice dress, baby.

I have great taste.

Good evening.

- Very good.

- Terrible. Terrible.

Very good.

I love you. And that's it. Bye.

Recorded 119 days ago.

To save, press one.

I can get you the money.

- Yes?

- Breakfast in bed?

I can't. Sorry. I have to run.

Where?

I'm meeting a friend.

So, we'll have lunch, then?

I'm not sure when I'll be back.

Then I'll make reservations for dinner.

I just said I don't know when I'll be back.

- How long are you gone for?

- I don't know. I'll text you.

Where the hell are you going, the Arctic?

I can't talk to you when you're like this.

You want to tell me what this is about?

- Don't be pathetic.

- Who are you meeting?

- A friend.

- What, a male friend?

I have a life, my own life.

Anna, everything was great.

Well, then there isn't a problem.

It's only three floors.

Use the stairs, you lazy bastard.

- Look, don't do this to yourself.

- How sweet.

He's trying to save her from herself.

I'm not your f***ing child.

Then don't act like one.

That's good.

When something cuts too deep,

he reaches for a comforting clich.

Anna.

Please.

Begging?

Do you know why she chooses

married men, Michael?

'Cause she doesn't have to care.

They can't hurt her.

And she can leave whenever she wants.

Look at that face.

He needs love so badly until he has it.

Find someone who doesn't know you.

Ciao.

Hey, I'm here.

Want to come down

and we get something to eat?

I'm really hungry, though.

Okay. Yeah. Just for a minute.

Okay.

Richie Rich.

Good to see you. I love that comic book.

And there is my beautiful Monika.

Are you two fighting?

Come, kiss.

Kiss. Monika's a very good kisser.

Come on, Richie.

Look, feel this. Richie,

come here, feel this.

- You have to feel. You have to feel.

- Enough.

- Hey.

- Come on. I'm serious.

Want to count it?

You don't know what you're missing.

Where's the girl?

The girl.

That's the question.

You meet a woman in a bar.

She takes you to a man who demands money.

You give it.

Why?

You don't know the woman,

you don't know the man.

She could be lying.

Maybe they both are.

This girl you're paying for

may not even exist.

You have to be thinking,

"Is there really a girl?"

So...

Why, Richie Rich, why give me the money?

Where's the girl?

You want me to answer your question,

but you won't answer mine.

- Okay. If you can get 25 you can get 50.

- No, no, that's it.

No, no, there's not gonna be a penny more.

- We'll see. I can wait.

- Where is she?

With my friend,

and he's enjoying her company.

Hey... hey...

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

You hit me, Richie Rich.

All right.

You make me look bad

in front of this woman.

Fine. Fine.

Now it's 100.

100, or she's working the street tomorrow.

She has lips like her mother.

Carlo, it's me. Please.

She's eight years old.

What, another friend?

There's my girl.

For my wife.

What are you looking for?

No, no, no. Hey, no, no, no.

- Give me the gun.

- No.

You want him to kill me?

What, so the plan's to shoot him?

- Hey.

- Why you take my money?

- Why?

- I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know! I don't know!

It was stupid. It was stupid.

Maybe I wanted to see you again,

or save the day or something.

I don't know.

It was stupid.

Do we always know why we do things?

- Or you just wanted my money!

- Stop it!

You tell me why you left it there.

You tell me.

'Cause nobody forgets

something that important.

Come on, you tell me.

You wanted me to take it, didn't you?

Where were you, across the street?

Watching?

You wanted me to feel guilty, is that it?

So you could use me?

Because that's what you do, you use men.

Don't you? Don't you?

I knew 5,000 wasn't enough, okay?

That I would go to bring her,

he would want more.

Five was all I could save.

Carlo hates me.

Maybe he has reasons.

But he was the only one

who could bring her to me.

I thought he'd ask 10.

Then you saw the suit.

- Richie Rich.

- I don't know what that means.

It means you thought I had money.

- And you don't?

- No, I don't. Not like that.

Look at the label. It's a fake.

I rip off Italian designs,

and I sell them to sweatshops.

Picked the wrong guy.

No. I didn't.

I just didn't think Carlo

would be so greedy.

And I didn't think you'd hit him.

Neither did I.

That was very stupid.

I've done stupider things.

F*** you. That's my daughter.

She's alone and scared.

What would you do?

Give me.

Give me the gun.

Point this at him, he will kill you.

Declined.

Try again.

Declined.

- Try again.

- It's not going to work.

- Hey, you can't walk out with that.

- Watch me.

Hey!

Signore has a single room.

Yeah, we're together.

Can I ask how long you will be?

How long?

We're going to be leaving

tomorrow morning. Together.

And if you have even the

slightest objection,

I'll show you exactly how

an American man reacts

when you're disrespectful to his wife.

Honey, please.

Have a good night.

You can sleep on bed.

No, I'm good here.

I won't attack you.

How can I be so sure?

Okay.

So, you're a thief?

I'm a businessman.

But you steal clothes.

Designs. And I don't steal,

I pay people who have...

...advance knowledge.

So you're a spy.

Yeah.

A clothing spy.

Yeah.

That's too sad.

I prefer to think of you as thiefs.

No one ever called me that before.

A "thiefs"?

A wife.

So, you were gonna punch him, too?

Go to sleep.

Okay.

Larry, Larry...

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