Call Girl Page #4

Baby, so did I, but you know

how politicians are.

They only give you a sausage

if you give them the pig first.

- I'll wait for you.

- Great.

- Hey, still there?

- Yes.

- Wear that black underwear.

- I thought you liked me in red.

- No. The black one. Wait for me, ok?

- Sure.

Big kiss.

No.

This one, thanks.

This one.

You need to look like a lady.

All right, let's go over

the script for the dinner.

Much better.

Do it again, Vickie.

- Vickie!?

- Yes, that's gonna be your name, Vickie.

Go on, do it again!

Good evening, Mr President.

No, no, no.

More Marilyn Monroe.

Happy Birthday, Mr President.

Happy Birthday, Mr President.

Then, after that cheap joke of yours,

I say "His problem is

that I'm not for sale!

Missed a line.

Don't worry, honey.

I don't miss.

You should know that by now.

Only for tonight.

You haven't earned it yet.

It's gorgeous!

But, my clients usually pay in advance.

Right, but I'm not a client.

I don't even understand

what they see in you.

Keep going...

I'll go to the bathroom, give you five

minutes alone and then I call you.

And when you're alone with him and the

guy ask"what do you do?". Your answer is?

Everything...

Sorry, I'm late.

- I brought a friend, Vickie. I hope...

- Good evening, Mr President.

- How are you?

- Hello, how are you?

Thanks.

So, Mr President, I hope

you like Chinesefood.

I was there, I saw it.

Joseph killed Henrich...

and cut his body with a chainsaw.

Then burn it in an oven of...

"brot".

- A what oven?

- Bread.

He was crazy on drugs.

Insane.

Henrich's 'frau' was screaming.

Joseph locked the dogs in the

basement with Henrich's frau.

Two days.

Killed her too.

Cut and burn the body.

Buried in the same place.

I saw it.

But what place...

Look, where were the bodies buried?

By the camp's oven.

Jesus, I just love hospitals.

So, what do we do?

Nothing to it. Call the local police

for them to look for the bodies.

If they're there, find the

guy and send him to Lisbon.

Meanwhile, I'll talk to forensics.

Mein Kampf ist jetzt mit Gott

What did she say?

She wants to die in peace with God.

It is:
Lisbon/Montijo - Montijo/Lisbon

and that's it...

Excuse me...

- Mr President!

- Oh, it's for me.

Thank you so much.

Ok... this is... well...

- Do you mind if I choose for you?

- No, no, I apreciate it.

Because I can see you're not sure...

This one.

This one is perfect for you.

Thank you.

A "Robusto".

It has strength...

and character.

You know, Mr Meireles...

That's how I imagine you.

Strong...

Sensual...

Possessive.

I'm I wrong?

Well, I...

- Excuse me, can I give you an advice?

- Sure.

When a woman like Vickie asks you a

question, always answer yes.

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