Call Girl Page #5

As if it was an order from God.

Because Vickie is the woman

God would like to have.

If he was rich.

Rui never misses the chance

to embarrass me.

Even if he has to be rude.

The problem is, I'm not for sale, honey...

Not to God and not to you.

Now, I have to go to the girl's room.

If you excuse me.

Watch your back with him...

Remember, there's no such

thing as a free dinner!

- Fantastic, isn't she?

- Yes.

But there's something that I still don't

understand.

I think it's time for you to tell

me what you want from me.

You're right.

I'll be straight forward.

I represent people you already know.

Investors who are still interested

in Herdade da Fazenda.

Thank you.

That project implies cutting down

several Cork Oaks,

and that for me is just unthinkable.

Can I ask you something?

Your son is in London,

studying hotel management,

which means an investment

on the possibilities of tourism.

Yes, but...

That's not a question, is it?

The question is, have you noticed

your town is dying?

Our project will bring new blood, fresh

air, work opportunities, quality of life.

And you, my friend, you don't want it.

I can get you a Hospital,

tomorrow if I have to.

But you'll rather stand your ground.

And I know you love Vila Nova.

Do you understand now why I'm confused?

I don't think you understand.

- I made promises to my people.

- What are we talking about?

A few fallen Cork Oaks? The goverment

will give us permission.

All we did is your City Hall's licence.

And we guarantee the plantation of the

double of trees that fall to the ground

We're not talking about half a dozen Cork

Oaks. I know that project in detail.

We're talking about thousands of trees.

I see that you're a city man, you don't

understand about these things.

Let me tell you something.

Those trees take forty years before they

produce cork. Forty years!

But a lot of them are at their end.

Like those old men at the Home

you opened a couple of days ago.

Well, let's put it this way.

In this land, we don't draw

our municipal plans with a pencil.

And nobody, is going to talk me into

cutting thousands of those trees,

so a couple of high class gentleman can

practice their swings for amusement.

If you think progress is what they did to

Algarve, don't ever count on me. Ever.

What?

Did I say something funny?

No, no. It's just realized why

you won four elections in a row.

Damn phone. Sorry about that

Yes. Hello.

What? When? Now?

No, I can't now...

What? That's not possible...

All right. Ok, I'm on my way out.

No, no. Please stay.

I, unfortunaly, have to go.

Affairs that demand my presence or,

in this case, my absence.

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