Nicotina

Hack Banque Cantonal?

Yeah. Go deep. Direct account access.

Can you do it or not?

Yeah, yeah, l can.

But they scramble the codes

all the time, dude...

-you'd have to use them fast.

-No problem.

How much, Nene?

Diamonds, Lolo. Lots.

-l'll get on it right now.

-Good.

-What'd he say?.

-He'll get on it now.

''Now'' or ''right now?. ''

Svoboda...

full penetration on one CD

with 24 hours to use it.

Fine. When?

-l'll let you know.

-Fine.

Nene...

-How long have you lived in Mexico?

-Long enough.

And you still don't know

what ''now'' means?

AND TWO DAYS LATER...

F***ing Swiss ingrates.

C'mon, move your spidery ass.

ACCESS TO lNVESTMENT ACCOUNTS

BANQUE CANTONALE SUlSSE.

ONE MOMENT, PLEASE.

Nice one.

-He died, he died.

-He died 'cause his number was up.

-He died from smoking like a chimney.

-Nobody dies from just smoking.

-More smokers die than non-smokers.

-Where'd you get that from?

Statistics, kid.

Statistics,

check him out, statistics...

Lots of people die from lung cancer

and never touch a cigarette...

Wanna know why?.

'Cause a**holes like you blew smoke

in their faces!

No, there are a lot of variables...

and when they all coincide,

you die.

TELEPHONE DlRECTORY

NAME:
NENE

04455...

l know people pushing eighty...

still puffing away.

That's part coincidence,

and partly not.

Yeah, but more so than not.

Nene?

l locked into Switzerland, dude.

-We're on our way.

-How long?

-Half an hour.

-Buzz and l'll come down.

Okay.

''Statistics.''

Statistics, my ass.

Coincidence, my balls.

Svoboda? lt's Nene.

-Forty minutes and you got it.

-Good.

-That's fine. l've got to go.

-But l haven't finished.

Paquita?

We're on the flight tonight.

About time too, f***in' Eulogia...

COPY COMPLETED:

I know you're Ieaving today.

I know you're not coming back.

I know the fever

wiII take me over...

and I'II die from the heat.

You give me fever.

When you kiss me,

fever when you hoId me tight.

Fever!

PIease Iisten to me, baby.

I am dying for you.

These hot embers inside me...

burn onIy for you.

You give me fever!

When you kiss me,

fever when you hoId me tight.

Fever!

Love fever!

Save my souI,

don't Ieave me...

pIease don't go away.

I'm tortured by this fever...

and I can't Iive without you.

Andrea?

DELETlNG THESE FlLES

WlLL CAUSE A FATAL ERROR.

ARE YOU SURE?

Eulogia?

Eulogia, it's me, Andrea.

Coming!

Hi. What a surprise!

Can l help you?

Did Eulogia leave?

Yeah... l think so.

l think l heard her go. Why?.

She was going to leave my key in

the plant pot. Have you got a copy?.

No, no, of course not.

-lf the tenants don't offer me one...

-Of course...

Lolo, do me a favour?

Could l use your phone?

My phone?

So l can call Joaquin, from upstairs.

Eulogia was supposed to leave my key

so he could move that plant in.

Just a sec.

l'll page him cause his wife's

on the jealous side...

Hey, wait a minute...

lsn't this your key?.

Yes. Yes. that's it.

She must have got the wrong pot...

But if Joaquin brought this one...

-Don't worry about it.

-But it's impossible.

lt could happen to anyone.

Thanks, Lolo. l've been a bit

on edge these days...

My phone?

See you in a while.

TELEPHONE:
ANDREA.

RECORDlNG...

-Hello?

-Andrea? lt's Claudia. What's up?

-No news. Nothing.

-Call him.

Let him answer my emails,

l'm not going begging.

Maybe he heard something.

Fifty year-olds freak when they feel

threatened by a younger man.

Be kind and give him a call.

He's 44, Claudia.

And has been conducting long enough

to know what goes on in an orchestra.

He knows several are willing

to do you a favour.

Yeah, young...

and stupid. Sleep with them once

and they think they own you.

You can't even rehearse in peace.

Girl, you're not getting

any younger yourself.

Carlos is offering you

First Cello in Seville.

-lt's way to get back to Spain.

-Sure, but Spain's no prize for me.

First, he's got to work things out

with his ex. l won't be his lover.

l've got Joaquin for that, and

he's 100 percent married.

-Who, the gardener from upstairs?

-Claudia, l gotta hang up...

something's wrong with the computer.

l'll call support.

-l'll call you later.

-Fine.

Hello?

You're an angel! Sorry to bother

you, but l just don't get it.

lt's not your fault.

These cloned computers...

sometimes you just get

a bad processor...

and if the processor is bad,

then the chips start to go...

-Heard anything from Carlos?

-Emails get lost, don't they?.

Not if they were sent.

F***ing Carlos.

You're too good for that second rate

orchestra in Seville.

The London Philharmonic at least.

Take lessons from Yo-Yo Ma...

Find me a man who's got the dough

and l'm there.

He could be a toad or a geek.

Music makes up for everything.

So, what are you up to?

Well, actually, l'm closing

what you might call....

a very lucrative business deal.

Many thousands of dollars...

That's great!

Well, if you could

check out my computer...

Carlos might have written by now.

l'm gonna take a shower.

l don't know what l'd do

without you.

Lolo! Can you get the door?

Yes...

Yes...sorry,

coming, coming...

-This is Andrea's apartment, right?

-Yes.

l'm Lolo.

l'm her neighbour.

-We met once before.

-lf you don't mind...

Lolo? Who is it?

What the... Carlos!

Okay, look, say you've got a cell.

A human cell.

Right?

Now, for whatever reason that cell's

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