Call Girl Page #5

- Typical.

- ...after less than one year.

They first got married

in March 1964...

- I'm buying hotels.

- You capitalist!

Sandberg.

Nygren, Head of Investigations.

- John Sandberg, CID. My pleasure.

- I know.

Sren Laurin-Wall, his official title

is Government Liaison Officer.

But what he really does

is fix women for parties.

The girls give the doorman a cut.

Laurin-Wall sends them to the rooms

and the waiting men.

You can go up now.

They said you had clout.

Dagmar Glans...

You're awake and not crying!

See what you find on her

to prove procuring.

She's gorgeous.

Not a job you can give to anyone.

A one man job.

What you look for in a bag,

was once found in a sack.

Thought you might need some help

with the cleaning?

There are some stuffed

cabbage rolls if you want.

- Jonte...

- You smell disgusting.

Don't you want to eat?

Mum, are you giving me some dough,

or must I turn into a whore like you?

Thanks.

- Good afternoon.

- Hi there.

We're going to the second floor.

Iris, careful with the booze.

- Far out! You have your own key?

- Mhm.

Svante, is there any booze left?

- You gonna dance with David?

- I dunno...

- We're just dancing.

- They're complaining downstairs.

So, the rest of you get a move on.

- But what...?

- Don't worry, kiddo.

You can bang her another time.

So, off you go.

- Scram, sonny.

- Come on, Tompan, let's go.

- F***ing sh*t party.

- No, not you, girls. You go change.

Let's see what mama got for you.

You're gonna look gorgeous!

Time for a real party.

We're gonna hit the town.

You're so hot!

Nothing to worry about.

Had oysters before?

Cheers!

Cheers, dear.

You're not supposed to eat that.

That blush is amazing,

I'm telling you, guys.

I tried it,

but it didn't work for me.

- Tasty, isn't it?

- Mhm.

Excuse me, where is the toilet?

The ladies' room is upstairs.

We'll have another bottle.

One for the girls as well.

What does one of those cost?

A whole lot, I bet.

Aren't you the cutest!

Me?

There's nothing special about me.

You're an extremely special girl.

Do you like the clothes?

- I picked them out myself.

- They're really nice.

Yeah. I only want you to have

the best. Nothing off the rack!

I haven't seen him for two years.

He's a wreck, drinking a lot.

Now listen to mama.

Proper language.

Good evening! Delightful, isn't it?

Great to have you home!

No swearing.

Sonja and Iris.

- Say hello.

- Welcome.

- How is Margareta?

- She's doing fine.

You are doing so well.

It's all going

absolutely marvellous.

No questions. Just smile.

Just walk around, move,

look gorgeous.

I'll take care of the rest, huh.

Good evening, good evening...

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