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on the verge of going berserk.

One fine f***ing day when

your defences are down...

that cell's gonna blow.

Smoke, don't smoke, whatever...

You're gone.

-That's the hotel...

-What?

That's where we're going later.

See what l mean?

See what l'm saying?

Life...

is full of f***ing coincidences.

l'm out of cigarettes...

and that's the Russians' hotel.

-What?

-Now that's a f***ing coincidence!

ln that hotel l had

the sweetest piece of ass ever.

They were playing this song.

And the song, the girl and me...

we all came together.

Now, that's a f***ing coincidence!

Yeah, sure.

Deaf as a post...

You have good taste.

A pack of ''Tropicales''.

Just a moment.

Helps keep me from temptation.

Smoking's not allowed in here.

-Want one?

-Okay.

Didn't you say it wasn't allowed?

Customers can.

Where are you from?

Villa Ortuzar...

Buenos Aires.

-What are you doing here?

-Data Transmission...

Door to door.

-Thanks.

-Hey...

That's one of the few things

in life worth living for.

Get away!

See if this helps you understand,

my dear Thompson.

This, is one of the few things

in life worth living for.

Alright.

But blow your spare smoke

at someone else.

l'm dying for it...

Me too.

Well, let's see...

Off with your belt!

CALLlNG ANDREA

F***!

lNTERRUPT CALL

ANDREA'S TELEPHONE

PLAY:

Andrea?

It's me, CIaudia. What's up?

-No news. Nothing.

-CaII him.

Let him answer my emaiIs,

I'm not going begging.

Maybe he heard something.

Fifty year-oIds freak when they

feeI threatened by a younger man.

Who is it?

Just a minute.

He's 44, CIaudia.

And has been conducting Iong enough

to know what goes on in an orchestra.

He knows you've severaI...

...they think they own you.

You can't even rehearse in peace.

GirI, you're not getting

any younger yourself.

CarIos is offering you

First CeIIo in SeviIIe.

Who was that?

Nobody. Wrong number.

What's up?

Nothing...

-Are you all right?

-Yes, of course, no, yes...

Hey, why don't we go out

to dinner?

-Weren't you going to scrub my back?

-Right...

Get into the shower.

l'll be right there.

lsn't this your key?.

-Who is it?

-lt's me, Andrea.

Can l come in?

No.

l'm expecting clients any minute now.

Somebody's recording

my phone calls.

Could you check out

the answering machine?

-But they'll be here any minute...

-Please!

Okay.

Leave the door ajar, that way

you'll hear them ring...

l suppose so.

Andrea!

What are you doing!

Open up!

Open up...

Open up, goddamn it!

-Andrea, open the door.

-Son of a f***ing b*tch!

Wait. Don't touch anything.

Open up and

l'll show you everything.

-F***ing perverted peeping tom!

-Let me explain.

lt's not what you think!

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