Call Girl

- Did you make a mess again?

- I'm sorry, mistress...

Hit me, but don't fire me, please.

Punish me, mistress.

Punish me.

Pull down your trousers.

- Pull them down, now!

- Yes, mistress.

And don't you dare come on my boots.

They're new

- Does that hurt?

- Yes, mistress.

- Hi.

- Hello.

Amazing. You're never late.

- Champagne?

- Of course.

What?

Yeah.

No, I'm awake.

Talk to me, Neves...

What?

You're kidding?!

He's in his apartment?!

Great!

Ok.

I'll be there in ten, ok.

See ya.

Don't worry, son

Momma's coming!

Momma's here.

Don't worry, my love.

There... there...

You'll be better in no time.

Take deep breaths, my love.

That's it.

That's it, honey.

All's better.

All's better.

Police!

Sorry about that.

Didn't hear you ring.

I was sleeping...

So you usually sleep in

jeans and a tie, do you?

No, I fell asleep on the couch.

Got a plane to catch?

At what time is your flight?

I can call my lawyer, can't I?

It's my right.

Do you know how much do

those bastards charge?

- Especially for over-time?

- Yes, yes I do.

I'm not sure of his number.

I need to get my cell phone.

Easy there. Wait a second.

Wait there. Wait.

- Relax, sit there and relax!

- Don't touch me, all right?

I'll go get it, relax.

Just tell me where the cell phone is.

In my bedroom. Go through the

entrance and turn on the hallway.

- Over there?

- Yes. First door on your left.

What's the model?

- What are you talking about?

- Your phone.

Is it a new model, with a camera,

Internet and all that kind of sh*t?

It's a Nokia, brand new.

Uau, that's amazing. I'm not crazy

about cell phones myself...

Wanna know why?

Being a cop, it kinda messes

with you head, you know?

They put chips and sh*t like that in it.

It has a name... it's called...

- GPS, as I'm sure you know.

- GPS, that's it.

So you know that the GPS that's

inside your brand new Nokia,

let's us know where you

are at all times, right?

You wanna ask me something, go ahead.

I've nothing to hide, you understand that?

Everybody has something

to hide, Andrade. Everybody lies.

Everybody. Even children.

They start young...

Wanna know what I want? Do you?

My cell phone to speak to my

lawyer. Do you understand that?

We found your skin under her fingernails,

Andrade

She was my wife. It happened.

She was my wife and she lied to me.

You'll see what happens when

someone lies to you...

You... are... f***ed.

You're so f***ed... man!

You disgust me!

All right, let's get walking, come on.

Let's go!

F***!

What the f*** did you do?

Dear friends...

This house will be...

a space of living memories.

A space of well being,

of joy, and above all,

my dear friends,

a space of communion.

And I believe so much in this project

that my father, who's right over there,

my own father whom I admire so much,

will be one of the first

guests in this house.

You should be ashamed, leaving

the ghost of your father behind.

He doesn't even talk

anymore, poor thing.

- Take it easy, Jacinto.

- Calm down.

In this house, not even the

pastry is worth a damn.

- Calm down, Jacinto.

- The hell with you!

This house... It's a hole

where they hide us to die...

Let him be...

Calm down, calm down, calm down...

Gentleman, please, calm down.

He has a right to speak.

It's his house too.

It's not mine, it's not the councilmen's.

It belongs to all of us.

He acquired that right, him and

everyone like him who fought

for our freedom and allowed us to think

and speak of everything we want.

Let me finish by saying...

that this

project will only be finished, to me,

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