Call Girl Page #4

Wait a minute.

I have something for you.

Here... You and Sonja can go

pick out some new clothes.

- You know what that'll get us.

- Like wearing paper bags.

Alsunda Juvenile Home.

- Hello, can I speak to Iris?

- Hold on a minute.

- Iris!

- Now what?

Telephone for you.

Can you use the corridor phone?

Hi, Mum.

You gonna hang up, or what?

- Hello?

- Here's Stig.

Hello, pet. Are you coming over?

That's nice, girls. Keep on dancing.

Caress yourselves a bit.

Fondle your tits.

Oh, yes...

That's good...

Relax, it's alright.

Hi, Stickan! Quite the little shindig

you have going on, huh?

How you doing, mate?

Hi there, girls. Dagmar.

Dagmar Glans. Pleasure.

- This here is Glenn.

- Hello.

The bootjack. Thanks.

What kind of a namby-pamby bar

is this, Stickan, huh?

Bring out Jim, Jack and Johnny!

What do you want, huh?

We have...what?

We have gin and vodka and bubbly.

- We'll give bubbly to the girls!

- Bubbly, hell yes!

Get the champagne!

You're such knock-outs!

Real knock-outs!

- Hey there!

- Whoopee, what a pop and splash!

I'm tellin' you...

So where do you live? With

your parents or with your friend?

No, we...

Sonja and I...

We live at a kind of home...

well, it's a juvenile home, actually.

- Let's drink to that, then.

- Have some more.

- Cheers!

- Thank you.

- Gorgeous... You're very photogenic.

- What?

You look good in pictures.

You turn out really well in pictures.

- When's your birthday? October?

- October...Yes.

- Best edition. Me, too.

- Oh yeah?

- That's something to celebrate, huh?

- Yes...

- You've got such beautiful hair.

- Thank you.

I'm telling you.

You can take a few bottles,

when we're finished here.

But we have no place to hang out.

- To party, I mean.

- You're really pretty. Go on.

That's terrible.

But I can help you.

You can borrow my place.

Whenever you want to.

It's really very cosy.

- Really?

- Yes, sure you can.

Good God, you're gorgeous.

Come on, sweetie...

Here are the keys.

Oops. So damn pretty...

Chicks like you have the world

at your feet, huh?

Let's have a good time, oh yeah.

Just looking at the two of you

makes me relive my youth.

Sonja... Sonja, wake up.

Iris...

Here, for the two of you.

You're worth it.

A hell of a weather!

- Slops from your boys?

- Call girl business.

No concern of the Secret Services.

We focus on clear security aspects.

- But Vice might have some use for it.

- Anything on them?

I think you finally have your in

on Dagmar Glans.

- Worth putting surveillance on her?

- Send my regards to Violet.

Thanks.

I need a trustworthy man

to take it from here.

Hello?

Hi, honey!

Burton and Elizabeth Taylor

have gotten divorced again...

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