Alice Eve - Compilation Of Nudes

which would conveniently land on my desk,

and regardless of the merits of that application,

it would be approved.

You could really pull that off?

Like on what grounds?

You recognize TV stars in Australia, Claire.

Bloody well not. I'm not even close.

I don't know that.

And no one else does.

You fabricate some credits,

a few Aussie awards,

some bullshit testimonials,

and I make it fly.

It's called an EB-1.

It's a green card for persons of extraordinary ability.

Are you jerking me around, or is this real?

Because if you could make this happen for me...

You'd make it worth my while?

Mm-hmm. For two weeks.

For a green card?

Six months, baby.

I don't think so.

One month.

Three months.

Two months, and you get me approved up front.

All right? You can hold on to the paper, but I want to see it.

I want to know that it's real.

Done.

But you're on the clock from tomorrow.

I call, and you get your ass over to whatever address I give you.

All right.

So you're three with me for the day?

Do you want to go grab a shower?

Wait.

I got one more favor to ask of you, Claire.

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