You know the first thing they should’ve taught you at hooker school? You get the money up front!
Never ignore a man’s courtesy.
Good that you have such a sturdy sense of responsibility.
I have the money to give you right now, in this moment. I will give you all that I have. Maybe before you were gonna kill me. Maybe. I don’t know. I know John, and I love him like he was my own child. But I can tell you this: I don’t want to die. I killed his father. I can tell you what it was. This is not an excuse. I’m not begging for clemency. All that matters, I do not wish to sacrifice my life for John’s well-being. But I will sacrifice this money for mine because you have asked me. Because after this, I will have done all I can for John and for myself. I’m going to ask you with all the heart and sincerety that I have, please do not put a bullet in me. And, please, don’t tell John what I’ve done. I trust that once I gave you this money, you and I will take separate paths and that this negotiation will settle everything. That is my hope. I don’t wanna die.
Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe… it’s some part of your job?
I have a friend in Los Angeles. Someone… maybe someone who can help. I can make a call for you, tell him you’re a friend, so on and so forth, and we can work this thing out here. I think if you need help paying for your mother’s funeral, we can work it out. I want you to see that my reasons for doing this are not selfish, only this: I’d hope that you would do the same for me.
It’s always good to meet a new friend. I’ll see you later.
