Traitors Page #2

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Hey, baby.

I'm so cold and you're so hot.

You're a dirty girl, dirty!

Next time I'll kick your ass.

Hey, Malika.

How's it going?

Fine, and you?

You know, same old sh*t.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

You want something?

Yeah, I need the money you borrowed.

Truth is, I just don't have it right now.

Come on, Jihan.

I really need that money. Please.

Look, wait five minutes, I'll get dressed

and we'll go get your money, okay?

Okay, I'll wait. Don't take too long.

- Want a Red Bull? Vodka?

- No thanks.

- I hate clubs.

- Go in, it's not going to kill you.

See, Adil's here.

I'll get you your money.

What can I get you?

A Coke.

Hello.

Hi.

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking about a whiskey.

A Johnny Red for the lady.

Where are you from, beautiful?

From Donkeyville.

That's in the South, right?

You seem lonely.

Very lonely.

I could keep you company.

Yes? I'm listening.

You want to?

Depends how much.

2,000 for the whole night.

I'll give you 1600, and I don't

pay the room or anybody else.

But you do everything I say.

You seem so nice. So, yes.

You can wait for me

outside the door.

And... I have to give 1000

to the club before I leave.

And the 600 afterwards.

See you outside.

- B*tch! Damn it!

- Scumbag!

What did you do with my money?

Give me back my money.

Police.

You come with me.

You two get lost.

She stole my money.

- Where are you taking me?

- Relax.

Garage Girl!

Who are those foreign a**holes?

- What's the problem?

- My neck hurts.

Those son of a b*tches

hurt your neck?

Let me out, please.

No. I'm taking you to a doctor first.

Then I'll get you home.

I know a doctor nearby.

Call the doctor.

He'll be here in a moment.

Not in a moment. Now!

I told you to call him now.

What's your problem?

Here he is.

- Hi.

- Doctor, she fell on her neck.

Okay, come on.

- Did you really fall?

- Yes.

Are you feeling better?

A little.

Tell me, do you have

a driver's license?

I think I might have a job for you.

Just driving a car to the mountains

and back. It's not far.

I don't smoke and I don't drink.

I don't like drugs.

- This is work with cars.

- Give me a break.

You just drive up to my farm,

my people are already there.

Omar will show you everything.

There's another girl...

You drive up there and back.

That's it.

You'll look nice,

a new car, new clothes.

European license plates.

The police will never look at you twice.

And if they question me?

Search me? I go to jail?

What would they find? The car's

empty, only clothes in your suitcase.

I'm not that kind of girl.

I know that.

But I'm talking about real money.

8,000 dirhams, cash,

for one night.

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