Nine Queens Page #4

- Please, don't say that.

- It happens all the time.

Holy sh*t!

- Let's get help.

- Makes sense.

No, we'll do something else.

- We're going out and we'll use the stairs.

- That way?

Let me help you.

Your purse,

I'll place it here.

Shall I hold it for you?

- I didn't know that one.

- Neither did I.

- You improvised?

- Yes.

- Really?

- Yes.

That was fast.

And you have another asset

that'll make your life easier.

Something money can't buy.

You look like a nice guy.

Incredible! Once again you've

sent me the wrong paper!

I'm sick and tired of

coming myself to get it!

- What's your address?

- Viamonte 1 2 42, 2nd. "B".

- You're so cheap. Can't you buy it?

- Don't call me cheap.

Are you upset?

Of course I can buy it,

but I can also not buy it.

As everybody else would do if they could.

- D'you think everybody is like you?

- Like me? Most.

- The thing is they don't have enough balls.

- At least it's most.

Then there's the decent folk,

and then there's you...

and you would be... what?

What's up, man?

You wouldn't have gotten her out

of the elevator, would you?

- What are you talking about?

- The purse.

- You would have walked away with it.

- What do you mean?

You think I'm a thief?

I don't kill people.

I don't use a piece. Anyone can do that.

Do you want to see thieves?

Come.

Those two are...

waiting for someone

with a briefcase on the street side.

That one,

sizing up loaded victims.

They are there,

but you can't see them.

That's what it's all about.

They're there, but they aren't.

So mind your briefcase,

your case, your door...

your window, your car,

your savings.

Mind your ass. Because they're

there and they'll always be.

- Thieves.

- No... that's what everybody calls them.

They are spitters, breakers,

skin workers, blind fronts...

hoisters, hooks, stalls, petermans,

night raiders, spitters...

mustard chuckers, fences,

operators, swindlers...

I'm hungry.

Let's go to my office to get a meal.

What is it?

Sit there, wait for me.

- Anibal, could you clear my desk?

- Your sister called.

How d'you know it was my sister?

She said she was

your sister, Valeria.

I didn't know you had a sister.

- Yes, I got a sister.

- What time did she call?

- About an hour ago.

- Did she say what she wanted?

Get an office with a secretary

and stop busting my balls.

Get me something to eat,

something tasty.

If you don't mind,

I'll choose the meal next time.

You're a pain in the ass, kid.

- When?

- This morning.

- What did you say?

- That you were hospitalized.

- Why were you hospitalized?

- No...

I think I'm running out of credit.

I'm a mess with money.

It's hard for me to...

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