The Dancer Upstairs

Yes, thank you.

Have you any ideas, sir?

In my village, when you died...

- ...your family buried your dog with you.

- Why?

Dogs were good at swimming

across rivers in the underworld.

People believe that?

Sucre, where I grew up...

...we were taught foreigners were

demons who came to rob body grease...

...and that the government used

this human fat to lubricate its machines.

Sir?

Should I ask him

if he wants to borrow my penis?

Should l?

- Lieutenant Rejas?

- Yes.

Sergeant Sucre?

I'm Major Kwan.

Thank you for helping us out.

At the other side of the building

there's a door in the wall.

In the next few minutes,

a man will walk up.

At his request, then you open

the door, wait by the car...

...and make sure no one engages him

in conversation or takes his photograph.

And for your information,

do be discreet in what you say.

There are microphones everywhere.

May I ask you

to pull your car over there?

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

And who is this person?

A private citizen.

Hey.

What's in the briefcase?

My laundry.

His laundry.

Yes.

I'll spell it out for you.

E-Z-E...

...Q-U-l...

...E-L.

Excuse me. Weren't you a junior partner

at Belaunde & Vargas?

Yes, I was.

Welcome, Mr. President.

Congratulations on your election.

Good luck, Mr. President.

Congratulations, Senor Presidente.

Let me hang this up first.

Death to Deng Xiao Ping

Long live President Ezequiel

Yeah, rice wine

has that effect on me too.

So, who was that

shadowy motherfucker?

Tristan Calderon. He's a lawyer.

He represented the drug cartels.

He represented that British soldier

who made all the students disappear.

He also represented the president elect

in a statutory rape case.

How do you know?

I worked at the law firm

which acted as counsel for the girl.

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