Call Girl Page #3

Someone new, who has not been

around so much. Someone "fresh".

We know what I mean, ciao.

Received at eleven... six... am...

I hope I'm speaking to Diana.

A mutual friend gave me

your phone number.

Joo Oliveira, do you know?

I would like to speak to you...

I'll call back, sorry.

Received today, at eleven... fourteen...

It's Mouros. I've got a job for you.

I want you to be available

for dinner on Friday...

and for whatever it follows...

Cancel everything you have scheduled

because what I got for you baby,

is enough to retire!

- Thank God for these moments.

- You bet!

I envy you, you know?

- How's that?

- You're a widow.

Always complaining. Instead of one, you

have two. One here, the other in Lisbon

Why do you provide for Amlia?

Can you tell me that?

- Amlia is for f***ing.

- How about Odete?

She's for f***ing with my patience.

Watch... Just watch...

- Tell me later how fat you are.

- Hello, my love.

And you call yourself a caring father!

Haven't you noticed your daughter

has put on her braces?!

Oh, right. Come here. Beautiful!

Come here, my love.

2500 Euros.

This man thinks we can live

with his wages as Mayor.

If it wasn't for my shop, how would

his son be studying in London?

By the way, what's with all the shirts?

Don't tell me you're going to

Lisbon for the weekend again?!

Someone got me a meeting

with the Minister of Health.

- Maybe we'll get the Hospital sooner.

- Yes, sir. Quite the life.

And, as usual, I'll stay here,

selling clothes.

While Mr President here

is having fun in Lisbon!

- Can't stand the smell. I'm going inside.

- Go on, honey. Go on...

Menopause!

By the way

Did you get that for me?

Want one?

- Why? You don't need it?

- I don't f***.

Hey, Neves...

I wouldn't give this to a dog, man.

And I f***ing hate dogs.

And they give us five Euros per lunch...

F*** this.

Look, just because you

f***ed things up with Lusa,

that's no reason to be busting my balls...

Are you always like that with women?

I bet there was one, once,

who f***ed you up properly.

Now you said it.

And I'm not busting your f***ing balls,

baldy...

I want more, that's all.

I want a big fish.

Something that makes a difference,

not this bullshit.

We look like priests listening to some

broad's confession.

Gomes is right, you know?

With all that adrenaline, you're lucky

to be playing for the good guys.

The bad ones are usually f***ers like you,

- born on the wrong side of the street.

- Catch this, princess!

I'll pass by, leave my bag but

there's that dinner I told you about...

- What time will you be back?

- Couple of hours...

I really wanted for us to

have dinner together.

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