Amores Perros (2000) Movie Script
1
LOVE'S A BITCH
What did you do?
- What'd you do?
- Nothing!
Nothing? Bullshit!
Fuck! He's bleeding to death!
They still coming?
They still coming?
I don't know. I can't see them.
Shit! He's bleeding a lot!
- Cover the gash.
- I can't.
- Use your fingers!
- There's too much blood!
Here come those bastards!
Step on it!
Fuck!
Step on it!
That fucking Jarocho!
- Goddamn it!
- Watch out!
- He fell down!
- Is he dead?
Why'd you fuck with those bastards?
Is he dead?
Answer me!
No, but he keeps falling.
He's bleeding even more!
I've covered his wound.
Get down!
They've got a fucking gun!
Assholes!
Keep going straight
to Chilaquil's place!
Motherfuckers!
- Faster!
- Get down!
Floor it!
The window. Open the window.
Help me, please!
You ready, boss?
What's your stake?
Ten thousand.
Okay for 10,000?
You're on.
The stake is 10, gentlemen.
Ten on Pancho, ten on Turco.
Heat 'em up!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
Cofi!
Come back here!
That damned dog!
Hello, ma'am.
How's he doing?
Better. His fever broke.
Susana, I can't watch him tomorrow.
Why not?
I have to help my sister move
and then go to the market.
Ma'am, help me out.
I have a math final tomorrow.
I'll iron tonight.
No. Ask your mother to watch him.
My mother?
Just this week.
Then I'll figure something out.
I raised my kids.
Now you raise yours.
Kill him, Turco!
That's it!
Shall I stop it? He'll kill him, man.
It's okay.
He'll get back on top. Kill him!
What's up, Ma?
Sit down and eat.
How's it going, baldy?
- How's he doing?
- Better.
Thanks.
You know, in Guadalajara they stick
a finger up a newborn's ass.
- Why?
- To see what he'll be.
If he kicks,
he'll be a soccer player.
If he screams, a mariachi.
And if he laughs, he'll be a homo.
What about the girls?
We finger them till they're 18.
Stop talking nonsense, Octavio.
Susana!
Susana, did you bleach my uniform?
Look at it.
Where's Cofi?
Where's that fucking dog?
Huh? Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Sit down and eat.
You let him get out again.
Right, bitch?
How many times
have I told you to block the door?
- Lay off!
- Stay out of this.
You don't care about that dog.
I feed it.
Butt out!
This is between me and my wife.
I let him get out! Lay off her.
He said to butt out.
Please just shut up.
Here's your dough,
minus 500 for my cut.
That makes ten wins in a row.
- Just luck, fatso.
- Cool.
- See you Saturday.
- Okay.
Hey, take your fucking dog!
Barbecue him if you want, shithead!
Champin, get that dog out of here!
Hurry up, kid! Move it!
Fucking dog can't get enough!
Give him here.
- He won't budge!
- Sic him on those dogs.
That'll cool him off.
Okay.
He's a sitting duck, man.
- Hey, that's Octavio's dog!
- Exactly.
- Can I come in?
- Yeah.
Thanks for earlier.
For what?
That was really something,
taking the blame about Cofi.
What happened there?
Nothing. It's nothing.
Did Ramiro do that?
Yes, but he didn't mean to.
Didn't mean to?
You know what he's like.
You shouldn't put up with it.
He treats you like shit.
Not all the time.
I don't know if you're stupid
or just pretending.
Octavio, someone's here for you.
Hang on a minute.
You know Ramiro doesn't like
Susana in your room, right?
We were watching TV!
Your brother doesn't like it,
and I don't either.
This is the last time, you hear?
The last!
- What's up?
- You won't believe it.
Believe what?
- Your dog killed Jarocho's Pancho.
- What happened?
Jarocho sicced Pancho on Cofi,
but Cofi saw him coming.
He snapped his neck and killed him.
- Where's Cofi?
Here he comes.
Here, boy!
What happened?
- Not a scratch on him.
- No, the other dog never touched him.
What gives, Octavio?
You heard what your dog did?
Yeah.
Well?
Seems cool to me.
Cool?
I think it's fucked up.
Bring Pancho here.
Look what he did, fucker.
That dog was worth
at least 20,000 pesos.
Have him stuffed.
He'd look good on your mantel.
Don't be a smart-ass, you little brat.
You got two choices:
Pay me or pay me.
Why should I pay you?
You wanna play games? Fine.
Hold on!
Why did you sic Pancho on him?
Listen...
give me your dog and I'll forget it.
You're crazy.
Then start saving up...
'cause you're gonna pay, fucker.
If you're such hot shit,
make Ramiro pay.
Afraid he'll kick your ass again?
I'm not scared of him, asshole.
I'm not taking any more shit.
You got that?
Let's go.
What's up, buddy?
You got a joint?
Ramiro, I need money.
I don't got any.
I don't get paid till Friday.
So what do I do?
The baby needs diapers and formula.
And the eggs you eat aren't free.
- I got no money, Ma.
- "Got no money, Ma."
You really broke?
Didn't you hear?
I've heard drugstores are good business.
That's my affair.
Keep your mouth shut.
What an asshole!
Rat me out and you're dead.
You can act tough,
but you're still an asshole.
- Mom, Jimena took my hairband!
- Give it back.
It's mine!
Uh-uh! I got it as a present!
Liar! I bought it at the store.
Give it to her. You never wear it.
I'll get it!
Hello?
Hello?
- Who was it, sweetie?
- They hung up.
That man with no voice again?
Or woman, maybe?
I'll get it!
Hello? Hello?
Hung up again.
Weird, huh?
Can I come in?
What's up?
You going out?
Why?
No reason.
Something wrong?
It's just...
What's going on?
I'm in trouble.
I don't know what to do.
I'm pregnant again.
Shit, Susana!
You want another baby already?
I didn't want it!
Ramiro will kill me.
No, he won't.
He went crazy on you once,
but he still married you, right?
Yeah, but I don't know
if I wanna stay with him.
I can't have this baby, Octavio.
You considering an abortion?
What else can I do?
What the fuck can I do?
Come away with me.
- What?
- Let's you and me go away.
Let's get out of here.
I'm being serious!
So am I.
Don't talk bullshit.
Where would we go?
What are you doing, you jerk?
Come away with me.
How many are there?
- Six bitches, three dudes. Ready?
- Wait.
That fat bitch might be going in.
I smell cash.
Ever fucked a fatso like her?
- No.
I have. It's hot!
You have? Who?
Your mother, asshole!
Someday we'll do that fucking bank
and score a fucking fortune.
Calm down, Tarzan.
We're gonna go big-time, man.
After that fucking bank,
I'm blowing this town.
It's not safe around here.
Fatso went inside. We're on.
On the floor, fuckers!
On the floor and don't move!
INDUSTRIALIST MURDERED
MOTIVE UNKNOWN
R.I.P. NORMA SAINZ EZQUERRA
Survived by her daughter, Mara Eugenia
FUNERAL PROCESSION
TOMORROW 10:30 A.M.
What's up?
Want some dinner?
Look what I brought you.
Really?
No way! Seriously?
Like it?
It's got some dope music.
Don't shout. You'll wake the baby.
Hang on.
Hey, baldy!
- Don't wake him up.
- Why not?
He took forever to go to sleep.
I never see him. Right, kiddo?
He's been throwing up all day.
He's sick.
Selfish bastard!
Shut the fuck up!
Didn't I just give you a Walkman!
I'm cool to you, and you still bitch!
- The baby! Shit!
- Shut up!
Dude! She's your brother's woman.
Yeah, but I liked her
way before they ever met.
Sure, but he got her first.
Who gives a fuck?
Besides, he doesn't care about her.
But she cares about him.
You're playing with fire, man.
I can't stop thinking about her.
There are thousands of other bitches!
Why you want to fuck that one?
I don't want to fuck her!
I want her to go away with me.
Yeah?
And how you gonna support her?
You're gonna fight him?
Where do we get the bet money?
I'll pimp your sister.
Asshole!
Who is it?
Phone call for Susana.
Who is it?
Her mother.
Tell her to fuck off.
She says it's urgent.
Hello?
Who was it?
Me.
You're crazy, man.
What's wrong with you? Stop it!
Let me go!
No, Octavio.
Not like this.
Then how?
This dog looks pretty sad to me.
It killed Jarocho's dog.
You know how this business works?
- More or less.
- More or less?
Sargento?
Sarge, take this dog back there.
Come with me.
This is my business. No taxes...
no strikes... no unions.
Just cold, hard cash.
I take a loss now and then.
This is Mac, my best investment.
He's old, but he can still fight.
His winnings bought me that van.
We can be partners.
You put up your dog,
I put up the money,
and we split the profits 50-50.
What do you say?
- Okay.
- All right, man.
But for eight fights.
After that we'll see.
Fine.
But first your dog
goes a round with Mac.
Sure, but it'll cost you 5,000,
win or lose.
Maestro...
don't bullshit me.
What if your dog kills mine?
And what if mine dies?
But I don't have a van yet.
I'll give you 2,500.
Will that do?
- Yeah.
Condom!
Bring Mac here.
Here's your take. Hot damn!
Let 'em go on three. You count.
One...
two...
three!
Okay!
That's enough.
Get your fucking dog.
Come back Saturday at 12:00.
It's payback time for Jarocho.
One hundred pesos.
Thank you.
Twenty in change.
Hello. Find everything all right?
- Except rubbers.
You don't have my size.
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- Shopping.
- Where'd you get the dough?
- You may not have money, but I do.
Stick it up your ass!
I'll buy my family's things!
Ring me up, or I'll call the manager.
Get out or you're dead, asshole!
I'm not Susana, you know.
You can eat shit.
- What happened?
- Nothing, nothing!
Motherfucker!
Hello.
- I'll get more.
- What's it for?
To take care of him.
And him.
Yes?
How you doing, man?
I'm just fine.
No, not much.
Hang on.
- I can't hear a thing.
- Me neither.
Go in the other room.
What's up?
I couldn't get away.
Tomorrow, I promise.
I miss you like crazy too.
Don't call and hang up anymore.
Julieta's getting suspicious.
No, I'm not mad.
Tomorrow at 11:00.
I love you.
What the fuck?
Stop it, man!
That's enough!
Keep out of my business, asshole!
Here, buddy.
- What's up, Porky?
- Just hangin', Jarocho.
- You play with girls now?
- When they got mean fuckin' dogs.
If he's so mean, bet 15 on him.
My dog will beat all of yours.
I'm talking to the ringmaster, princess.
Well?
Fifteen?
- Make it 10.
Okay.
Place your bets, gentlemen!
Waste him, you hear?
Kill him!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
I'll catch up with you.
- What are you doing here?
- Taking a stroll.
Stroll somewhere else.
Don't mess with us,
and especially not with her.
What I do or don't do is my business.
To her you're dead.
Don't forget that.
So hostile, sister-in-law!
That's two you owe me.
Don't be pissed, Jarochito.
Everyone loses sometime.
What's up?
Here.
It's ours, you hear?
Hide it or my brother will take it.
Don't be an idiot.
- You got somewhere to stash it?
- Yeah.
I put the other money
in a case in the closet.
The baby's sleeping!
This'll be our bank, okay?
Just yours and mine.
Are you stealing too?
No.
This money's clean
so that you'll come away with me.
Come away with you?
You still don't get it, do you?
No, you don't get it.
Jorge has cousins in Ciudad Jurez.
He says we can go there.
We'll open a little store.
We've got dough. It'll be cool.
No.
I don't want more trouble.
Can't you understand?
You understand?
Come away with me.
Open the register, motherfucker!
Open it!
Open the register!
I didn't say you could come in.
What are you watching?
None of your business.
Change it. I don't like this show.
What do you want?
I hear you're getting rich with my dog.
That car of yours is nice.
Your dog?
He's mine.
You're full of shit, little brother.
He's as much mine as yours,
so I get half the take.
And just look at him.
Doesn't look like
you care much about him.
I care more than you know, asshole.
And I'm not giving you no money.
It's very simple.
Cough up or I blow
your piggy bank's brains out.
Next time's for real.
So you better get me my dough.
The cock crows...
What's up, baldy?
Look what I got you!
Look at all this!
Your mom's gonna stash it away.
You've given me enough
to live on for two years.
Come live them with me.
Isn't that right?
Why, Octavio?
Why what?
Why do you want to live with me?
You still don't get it?
No, I get it.
Hey, bring George something to eat.
I've got some business for you.
Jarocho's got a Class-A dog.
He wants to fight Cofi.
He's way out of his league.
He'll bet 40,000.
Forty?
You in?
No, that's too much for me.
You're on your own.
What about our deal?
Our deal was for eight fights.
We've gone 15. That's enough.
We both made some cash.
Fine.
When does he want to fight?
This Saturday.
He wants it private, at Trujillo's.
No outside bets. Just you and him.
Okay.
- So I set it up?
- Yeah.
Listen, Fatso...
I need a big favor.
How's the baby?
Good.
Growing, I guess.
What will you name it?
If it's a girl, Susana.
And if it's a boy...
- If it's a boy?
Octavio?
Everything's ready. We leave Sunday.
I'll just need a little of the money.
Saturday's the big one.
Don't fight him anymore.
We have enough.
One last time. Right, buddy?
What time is our bus to Ciudad Jurez?
It leaves at 12:00.
Ramiro will still be at work.
Don't worry about Ramiro.
He won't be fucking with us anymore.
You scared?
This is heavy shit.
You scared?
Ma?
This is how
you take care of the kid?
Now you can stay drunk.
What's up?
You know what happened to your brother?
He didn't come home last night.
No idea.
You don't know?
He got beaten up bad.
Must have pissed off a customer.
They threatened to kill him.
God knows what he's involved in.
He left with Susana and the baby.
Where to?
I don't know.
I don't even know if they'll be back.
What?
Goddamn it!
That motherfucker!
And that fucking bitch!
On our show today...
we have a surprise
no man will want to miss.
One of the most beautiful women
in the Spanish-speaking world...
Valeria Amaya!
Thank you so much.
I have to find her, damn it.
She played you, man.
I warned you.
It wasn't her.
It was that asshole Ramiro.
This has really been your year.
You're the face of Enchant
in Latin America.
Models everywhere envy you.
I'll find her.
How much you got there?
- Seven. You?
- Ten.
I hope Jarocho will go with that.
I've got 3,000 at home I'll lend you.
Good.
That woman's so hot!
Is it true you have a new love?
Yes, it's not just a rumor.
In fact, I brought him here.
Darling?
Andrs Salgado, no less!
Please have a seat.
You're a lucky man, Andrs!
Let's go, buddy.
Let's go. Cofi!
One more personal question:
Are you two getting married?
Not right away...
but we have a little baby...
and I brought him here today!
Richie!
Isn't he cute?
He looks just like Andrs!
He has my white hair.
- I thought you'd backed out, princess.
- You thought wrong.
You get the 40,000?
- I could only get 20.
- Is 20 okay?
Yeah.
Playing for fuckin' peanuts!
Put the dogs in the pool.
Heat 'em up!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
What the fuck!
Looks like it's over.
He was winning!
Why'd you shoot him?
- It just went off.
- What's this shit?
Keep me out of this!
Here's your money... and yours.
This isn't fair, Mauricio!
You guys work it out!
Don't be crybabies.
That's how the business is.
Better scram now...
before things get worse.
Go complain to your brother.
Tell him I'm waiting for him!
- Where you going?
- Start the car. Leave the door open.
Forget something, princess?
Faggot!
Get him!
Stop him!
What did you do?
What'd you do?
- Nothing!
Nothing? Bullshit!
- Is he dead?
- No!
Why'd you fuck with those bastards?
Assholes!
Thanks to Valeria Amaya
and Andrs Salgado
for being on our show.
Stay with us for more surprises
on People Today.
Cut!
Valeria, I thought you were
with someone else.
Well, now you know.
- With all the rumors...
- People love gossip.
Laura, 20 seconds!
See you later.
- What are you doing now?
- I don't know. Why?
Have lunch with me.
No, thanks, Andrs.
You'd say no to lunch
with Andrs Salgado?
Listen, work is one thing.
My private life is another.
I have a surprise you'll love.
Come on. Okay?
- All right.
- Let me wave hi.
- Where are you going?
- The restaurant.
I said lunch.
I never mentioned a restaurant.
- Go on in.
- You bought a place?
- Not exactly.
- It's very nice!
- Like it?
- Are you kidding?
And that sofa is just like mine!
No, it's not like yours.
It is yours.
And your clothes and perfumes
are in the bedroom.
- What's going on here?
- That's not all.
Check out the view.
Like it?
- You've gone too far. I'm going.
- Hold on!
Take the keys to your apartment.
What do you mean, my apartment?
That's right, lady! Your apartment!
You idiots!
What's that hole?
I had enough to buy the place
but not to make repairs.
That's enough now!
Enough!
- Thanks, Andrs.
It's the first time
your acting convinced me!
Very nice!
I love you too.
- I'm sorry.
Just kidding.
See you later.
Thanks for the favor.
Thanks for the magazine cover.
Good luck, matador.
Darling...
I can't believe it.
Sweetheart...
I spoke to Julieta.
And?
We're separated as of today.
Seriously?
You're not lying to me?
From now on
we spend our nights together.
You're sure about this?
- I am. You getting cold feet?
- No!
I just can't believe it!
Darling?
What shall we toast with?
I knew I forgot something!
Just keep an eye on the food.
No, you know I can't fry an egg.
But you're my special guest!
A guest in my own home?
You're my special guest. Stay here.
Richie?
Don't be long.
I won't be a minute.
Hush! What's the matter?
Excuse us.
How is she?
It's hard to make a prognosis.
Massive blood loss,
double-fractured tibia and fibula,
open fracture femur.
The femoral biceps
are almost completely severed.
It's a miracle she's alive.
But will she recover?
I hope so.
When can I see her?
I don't know.
Day after tomorrow.
Depends on her progress.
Are there any relatives
we should notify?
Her family's in Spain.
I don't know if I should tell them.
You'll assume responsibility?
- Thanks, Nacho.
- Don't mention it.
Say hi to Julieta.
Sorry. Just a habit.
Kiss the girls for me.
No problem.
One... two... three.
Don't tire her out.
I'll never play soccer again!
Take it easy.
And Richie?
He's fine. He's at home.
Our home.
Our home...
Daniel...
don't tell my father.
- Isn't it time you two spoke?
- I don't want to.
He'd say I deserved it.
Okay. Don't worry.
Go to sleep now.
I'm here with you.
Are you awake?
What is it?
I'm really scared.
Look at all this.
Don't worry. It'll come off soon.
You've been very brave.
The truth is...
I'm scared to death.
Everything will be fine. You'll see.
Richie, look who's here!
Your mommy's back,
you little squealer.
I missed you, Richie!
My little baby!
What did you do without me?
Oh, sweetheart!
Welcome home, darling.
The first to blink loses.
You lose, you lose!
Darling, what are you doing?
I'm examining you.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
Let's see how you do it.
Sure you'll be all right?
Sure. I'm an expert now.
Right! Left!
What if you need something?
That's what Richie's for.
Go on. I'll be fine.
Whatever you do, don't try to walk.
- Even if the earth quakes?
- Let it crumble.
Just don't get out of that chair!
I'll be back by 8:00.
- I'll be waiting.
Good luck.
- I'll miss you.
Cable TV goes in tomorrow.
See you.
Get the ball! That's a good boy.
Bring it here.
Good, Richie. That's a good boy.
Bring it here.
Run!
No, Richie!
Shit!
Richie, sweetie!
Mommy's up here!
I'm home!
I'm in the kitchen.
How'd it go?
From the doctor,
so I don't have to carry you.
How's my princess?
Richie went down the hole.
- Down the hole? How?
- Running after the ball.
He'll get out.
It's been five hours.
- What can we do?
- No idea.
- I know!
- What are you doing?
Chocolates.
One whiff and he'll come right out.
Wait. I'm coming too.
Here, try out the crutches.
Why doesn't he just come out?
He must be stuck.
Well, don't worry.
He'll come out now.
I tried that. I hear noises,
but he won't come out.
Don't worry.
He'll come out.
Want an omelet? I'm hungry.
Richie's okay.
A bit disoriented, but he's here.
He wasn't stolen.
He's not out on the street.
He's here with us, okay?
- What?
- Listen! It's Richie!
It's him, all right.
- What do we do?
- Wait.
- What?
- Hurry! I think I heard him.
- Where is he?
- Help me.
Careful.
Shit! I think he's under
the living room now.
Richie, darling.
Shit!
Scared me half to death!
Hello?
Hello?
- Who was it?
- Don't know. They hung up.
Manuel, you bastard!
Where have you been?
- Working, dear. How are you?
I'm getting there.
Take it step by step, huh?
In a month, if all goes well,
I'll be back
on the Enchant campaign.
Forget about Enchant.
What do you mean?
They canceled the contract.
- Canceled it?
- What did you expect?
They hired you when you were well.
Be realistic: You're not well.
When you get back to like before,
we'll contact Enchant, and bingo!
Shit, Richie!
Damn it!
Damn you, Richie.
Sweetie!
Move the title higher
and the photo to the left.
Like that?
A bit more.
Or raise the photo
and bring the text down?
No, that throws everything off balance.
Mr. Estrada, telephone.
Tell them I'll call them back.
It seems urgent.
I think it's your wife.
Excuse me.
Julieta, what is it?
Julieta, answer me.
This isn't Julieta.
Darling, I'm sorry. My secretary
Why would you be talking to Julieta?
- No, it was a mistake.
- Tell me! Why?
- I wouldn't, I swear.
- Well, then?
Darling, this isn't like you.
What's wrong?
Sweetheart?
The rats ate Richie.
What rats?
What happened, honey?
There are thousands of rats down there.
How do you know?
I saw them.
I'm sure they ate Richie.
Don't worry.
Rats don't eat dogs.
They'd get bitten.
But there are thousands of them.
We could put out some rat poison.
Richie might eat it.
We could put a cat down there.
It would fight with Richie.
So what the fuck do we do?
I'm sorry, baby.
Everything will be fine.
Easy for you to say.
Look at my leg.
It'll be covered with scars.
Plastic surgery has come a long way.
You'll hardly see any scars
Don't fucking touch me!
It's Richie!
He heard you. Keep shouting!
It's him!
I know!
- Where are you going?
If I make the hole bigger,
he can get out.
The rats will come out!
If they haven't come out by now,
they won't come out!
Then make it as big as you can!
Hello?
Hello?
Fuck your mother!
Who was that, Daniel?
No idea.
Really? When I used to call,
you knew it was me.
Who was it?
I said I don't know, okay?
Valeria, what's the matter?
My leg really hurts.
I can't take it.
I'll take you to the hospital.
No, I spoke to the doctor.
He said it's normal
for it to hurt now and then...
but it feels like it's going to burst.
Did he prescribe anything?
A painkiller and an anti-inflammatory.
What can I do?
Hold me.
I'm going to squeeze a bit.
Did you walk on it?
- A little.
You have the X-rays?
Okay.
You can get dressed, Valeria.
Margarita, please help her.
Let's step outside.
Want to get some dinner
or rent a movie?
I'm not in the mood. I feel lousy.
Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.
Is that the only fucking thing
you can say?
It's Richie!
He's whining. Listen!
Listen! It's him!
You have to get him out.
How?
Tear up the fucking floor!
I can't tear it up.
I don't have money to fix it.
Money doesn't matter!
It does right now.
- Get him out!
- He can get himself out!
You faggot!
You've always been selfish!
What? I gave up everything for you!
Yeah, your bitchy wife
and stupid daughters!
Shut up or I'll hit you!
You piece of shit!
Go fuck yourself!
And shut your fucking dog up too!
Fucking asshole!
Drop dead, fucker!
Asshole!
I'll be back around 2:00.
I don't care if you never come back.
Hello?
Hello?
Daniel?
Sweetheart?
Sweetheart?
Valeria, open this door!
Open up, damn it!
Valeria, please.
I have nothing to apologize for,
but all right: I'm sorry.
That's enough now.
Valeria, open this door,
or I'll open it myself.
On the count of three,
I'm breaking it down.
One...
two...
two and a quarter...
two and a half...
two and three-quarters.
Shit!
Valeria, what happened?
Valeria, what happened?
Please don't do this to me!
How is she?
She suffered a severe arterial thrombosis,
which affected the tissue.
Earlier we might have done something,
but there was heavy damage.
No blood could get
to the muscles, so
So?
Advanced gangrene set in.
I had to amputate the leg.
I'm sorry.
Shit!
THIS SPACE AVAILABLE
Hello?
Yes.
Tell him 3:00.
And cancel the other one.
When we get to my buddy's place,
turn that shit off.
He hates those fuckin' things.
Why did we have
to bring 40 sandwiches?
Consider it a courtesy for my friend.
You sure your friend
will do a good job?
I've told you 20 times he will.
Is this friend a cop too?
No, he was locked up for 20 years.
- What for?
- He was a guerrilla.
Like the Zapatistas?
That's right.
Only he was a real son of a bitch.
He planted a bomb in a mall,
kidnapped an industrialist,
killed cops.
Turn right here.
He had a whole army after him:
the White Brigade.
Know who nabbed him?
- Who?
Me!
He was taking a leak in a Sanborn's Caf!
Can you believe that?
Hello?
Deposit that money in my account.
I'll transfer it later. Bye.
What do I say to him?
Nothing. I'll do the talking.
Don't ask any personal questions.
Why not?
It pisses him off.
He was a normal guy like you and me.
Taught in a private college.
Then one day boom!
He leaves his wife and daughter
and becomes a guerrilla.
- How did they react?
- How do you think?
They told him to go to hell!
His wife remarried.
I don't think his daughter
even knows he exists.
When he got out of the joint,
he went fucking nuts.
When I came across him later,
he was a wino.
I felt sorry for him.
I gave him some cash,
found him a place.
We even became pals.
He started doing little jobs for me.
Little jobs... like this one?
That's right.
I'll get it.
Why'd you do that?
You'll buy another one.
What's up, Chivito?
Hey, Leonardo.
What's up?
Meet my friend...
Gustavo Garfias.
- What's up, brother?
- Pleased to meet you.
We brought you something.
All right!
Cool!
No chili, no onion. Right on!
Thanks.
Sit down over there.
You lose your glasses?
Stopped using them.
If God wants me to see a blur,
I'll see a blur.
My friend Gustavo needs a favor.
The picture.
I don't do that anymore.
I told you that last time.
Come on!
You gonna go back to living on trash?
Trash provides, Leonardo.
Really.
Look, a Citizen.
I found it in a dumpster. This too.
Don't bullshit me.
You stole it.
Nope. It was in the trash.
The captain here tells me...
you're very good.
Good at what?
Come on, man. Don't fuck around.
Who's this?
- My partner.
- What'd he do?
He's cheating me.
How much you paying?
Fifty now, fifty later.
A hundred now...
and 50 later.
Okay?
Fine, but I only have 50 on me.
What's his name?
Luis Miranda Solares.
Lives at 1460 Cerro de Maika.
His office is on Montes Urales.
A real blue-collar type!
Okay, then.
Make it look like a robbery, okay?
No people, no trouble...
Sure thing, brother.
No people, no trouble, no shit.
Richie! Richie!
Hush! What's the matter?
Help me, damn it!
Help me! The door's jammed!
There's a machete in my cart!
Hang on, buddy.
Step aside.
- What's going on?
- His leg's stuck. Pull him out.
Take it easy!
Take it easy!
- Watch his leg!
And the other one?
This one's dead!
Call an ambulance, damn it!
We'll get you out, miss.
Try to open the window.
Try to open the window!
Get back! Let him breathe!
Can you hear me?
The window! That's it!
Help me, please!
What's your name?
Can you hear me?
- We'll get you out.
- Help me!
Her leg's stuck.
Easy! Easy!
Hang in there, champ.
What did they do to you?
Hang on, boy.
That's it. You're very brave.
That's it, champ.
All done, boy.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Putting on my hood.
Why not wear a sign that says
"Bank Robber"?
For banks you don't wear anything!
Just my stupid mug?
Whatever you say.
Hit the floor, motherfuckers!
This is a stickup!
Hit the ground!
Put all the money in a bag!
What are you looking at?
Move it!
You too, asshole!
I'm talking to you!
Gimme your wallet!
- Get it yourself!
Eyes down!
Asshole!
Freeze, fucker! Drop the gun!
On the floor!
Easy.
Stay still.
Go away. Leave him alone.
Lobo, go away.
Good boy!
It's looking real good.
Very good.
It's closed up.
What brings you here, Leo?
Just passing by.
You're taking your time.
It's been a week.
It's not easy.
It never is, is it?
Tell your friend to keep cool.
It'll be done in two days.
Do I have your word?
I gotta get to the bank.
- I watched your car for you!
- Sure.
I stayed with your car.
Uh-uh! He went off to play soccer!
For both of you.
My condolences, Doa Concha.
How are you doing?
Fucked up, but getting better.
Why did you leave?
Now's not the time to talk about it.
Then when?
Ramiro was my husband, wasn't he?
And what about our plans?
Your plans!
My grandmother always said...
"Want to give God a laugh?
Tell him your plans."
- You did me wrong, Susana.
- No, Octavio.
We were wronging others.
We're not wronging anyone now!
Come away with me.
I can't believe you.
After all that's happened!
You still don't get it.
- Yes, I do.
God may laugh,
but I'm going ahead with my plans.
Sunday at 11:00
I leave for Ciudad Jurez.
You've really lost it. Look at you!
I don't give a fuck!
So now you know.
I'll be waiting for you.
It's your decision.
Do you get it now?
Ramiro.
If it's a boy, I'll call him Ramiro.
Feeling better, I see!
What happened to you?
Flor?
Don't die on me!
Answer me, baby!
Frijol?
You just don't do that, motherfucker!
Gringuita? My baby?
Hang on, baby.
Hang on.
Do as I say.
Look straight ahead.
Open the passenger door.
No stupid moves.
Don't turn around.
Take it easy, man.
Move over.
Cuff your left hand.
Other hand to the wheel.
I mean cuff it to the wheel, dickhead!
Start the car.
Let's go.
What is this?
A robbery or a kidnapping?
It may be the last day of your life.
I was paid
to blow you away, brother.
How about that?
Stop. On your knees.
On the floor. Your hand.
Sit up.
Lean back. Hands behind you.
Something to drink?
I have rum...
water...
or milk.
- What will you do to me?
- Which does that mean?
Rum, water, or milk?
My question couldn't be clearer.
Look, asshole...
I'm offering you something to drink.
If you were at all perceptive...
even the tiniest bit...
you'd have realized I'm not going
to kill you just now, dickhead.
Rum, water, or milk?
Water.
Cheers.
How do I drink it?
I'll be your waiter
but not your nanny.
- Who paid you to kill me?
- You can't guess?
What if I said the chick
you fuck daily in that motel?
Marta?
No, it can't be.
You're right. Not her.
It was your wife.
My wife?
She knows about Marta?
- I don't know.
Does she?
No, man. It wasn't her either.
Marta's husband.
She's married?
Damn, brother!
Seems they're lining up
to have you knocked off.
You know what?
I don't know my dog's name.
I found him in the street.
What would you call him?
I don't know. "Stray"?
What an imagination!
You must be in advertising.
No, I was thinking maybe Gustavo.
Know any Gustavos?
My brother.
Gustavo Garfias.
Gustavo Miranda Garfias?
He's my half brother.
Abel!
Abel, Abel!
What did you do
to deserve a brother like that?
He told me he was your partner.
Partner and half brother.
Was it him?
- I don't know. You tell me.
How much?
Five thousand pesos.
Just 5,000 fucking pesos!
Well... that and tickets
to the Rolling Stones.
That fucking son of a bitch!
Why? What'd I do to him?
- Says you're screwing him.
No fucking way! He's my brother!
Easy, brother!
That's what he says.
And quit yelling...
or I'll have to pump you full of lead.
So what do we call him?
To hell with your fucking dog!
Don't be rude!
Masters take after their dogs,
you know.
Besides... how to put this?
If not for him, you'd be dead now.
Easy, easy!
I'll be in my room watching TV.
If you need anything at all...
just yell.
Good morning.
What's up, brother?
Didn't you sleep well?
What manners!
- What'll you do to me?
- I don't know.
Haven't thought about it.
If you let me go...
I'll make you rich.
Kill my brother
and I'll give you anything.
I don't need anything.
Amazing, huh?
I gotta go. See you later.
I need to go to the bathroom.
You already did!
Look at you!
You should have told me!
See you later.
Watch him for me.
Hello?
You got my money?
Didn't you notice
he wasn't at work today?
Did you do it?
Bring the money
to my place in two hours.
Don't keep me waiting.
Did you club the steering wheel?
Cars get stolen
like crazy around here.
This won't take long, will it?
Here's what we agreed on.
Come in.
- I'd better go.
- Come in.
What's the matter?
It's all there.
- Nothing's the matter.
Come on.
This way.
Have you two met?
- This wasn't the deal.
- Deal?
What deal?
- You were going to
- Going to what?
What?
- It was your job!
- My job?
That wasn't entirely clear.
You wanted him rubbed out, right?
Well, do it yourself!
He's all yours, fucking Cain!
Kill him, you faggot!
He's all yours!
I paid you...
I paid you to do it.
That was the deal.
You're not going to do it?
You want me to?
Do I kill him?
Do I?
Answer me!
Do I kill him?
Or do I kill you?
Should I kill him?
Sure you want me to?
Fucking yuppie!
Young man, you coming or staying?
Good morning.
How'd you sleep?
You must have lots to chat about.
Pity I can't stay.
It would be fascinating.
But as I'm sure you'll understand,
I have to leave town.
That's how this business works.
Make yourselves at home.
I hope you'll work things out.
Don't look at me.
On the other hand,
if talking doesn't work,
I'll leave this to help settle things.
I'll call to see how things went.
Nice jacket, man.
There's milk and eggs in the fridge
if you want breakfast.
You're dead, you bastard!
Hello.
This is 55 44 58 50.
I can't take your call right now,
but leave a message and number
and I'll get back to you.
Thanks!
Maru...
my darling...
this is Martn.
Your dad...
your real dad.
You must think this is a sick joke...
after all these years
that I've been dead to you.
But I'm not dead.
I'm a living ghost.
When I saw you last...
you'd just turned two.
But I swear
not a single day has passed
that I haven't thought of you.
The afternoon I went away...
I held you tight.
I took you in my arms
and begged forgiveness
for what I was going to do.
Back then I thought
there were more important things
than being with you and your mom.
I wanted to set the world right
to share it with you later.
I'm sure you realize I failed.
I wound up in jail.
Your mother agreed to tell you I'd died.
That was my idea, not hers.
I swore to her
I'd never try to see you again...
but I couldn't do it.
I was dying inside,
even deader than I already was.
I'll be back to find you...
once I have the courage
to look you in the eyes.
I love you very much, my little girl.
What's your dog's name?
Blackie.
Shut the fuck up, Blackie!
- See you around.
- Bye.
FOR LUCIANO, BECAUSE WE ARE ALSO
WHAT WE HAVE LOS
LOVE'S A BITCH
What did you do?
- What'd you do?
- Nothing!
Nothing? Bullshit!
Fuck! He's bleeding to death!
They still coming?
They still coming?
I don't know. I can't see them.
Shit! He's bleeding a lot!
- Cover the gash.
- I can't.
- Use your fingers!
- There's too much blood!
Here come those bastards!
Step on it!
Fuck!
Step on it!
That fucking Jarocho!
- Goddamn it!
- Watch out!
- He fell down!
- Is he dead?
Why'd you fuck with those bastards?
Is he dead?
Answer me!
No, but he keeps falling.
He's bleeding even more!
I've covered his wound.
Get down!
They've got a fucking gun!
Assholes!
Keep going straight
to Chilaquil's place!
Motherfuckers!
- Faster!
- Get down!
Floor it!
The window. Open the window.
Help me, please!
You ready, boss?
What's your stake?
Ten thousand.
Okay for 10,000?
You're on.
The stake is 10, gentlemen.
Ten on Pancho, ten on Turco.
Heat 'em up!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
Cofi!
Come back here!
That damned dog!
Hello, ma'am.
How's he doing?
Better. His fever broke.
Susana, I can't watch him tomorrow.
Why not?
I have to help my sister move
and then go to the market.
Ma'am, help me out.
I have a math final tomorrow.
I'll iron tonight.
No. Ask your mother to watch him.
My mother?
Just this week.
Then I'll figure something out.
I raised my kids.
Now you raise yours.
Kill him, Turco!
That's it!
Shall I stop it? He'll kill him, man.
It's okay.
He'll get back on top. Kill him!
What's up, Ma?
Sit down and eat.
How's it going, baldy?
- How's he doing?
- Better.
Thanks.
You know, in Guadalajara they stick
a finger up a newborn's ass.
- Why?
- To see what he'll be.
If he kicks,
he'll be a soccer player.
If he screams, a mariachi.
And if he laughs, he'll be a homo.
What about the girls?
We finger them till they're 18.
Stop talking nonsense, Octavio.
Susana!
Susana, did you bleach my uniform?
Look at it.
Where's Cofi?
Where's that fucking dog?
Huh? Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Sit down and eat.
You let him get out again.
Right, bitch?
How many times
have I told you to block the door?
- Lay off!
- Stay out of this.
You don't care about that dog.
I feed it.
Butt out!
This is between me and my wife.
I let him get out! Lay off her.
He said to butt out.
Please just shut up.
Here's your dough,
minus 500 for my cut.
That makes ten wins in a row.
- Just luck, fatso.
- Cool.
- See you Saturday.
- Okay.
Hey, take your fucking dog!
Barbecue him if you want, shithead!
Champin, get that dog out of here!
Hurry up, kid! Move it!
Fucking dog can't get enough!
Give him here.
- He won't budge!
- Sic him on those dogs.
That'll cool him off.
Okay.
He's a sitting duck, man.
- Hey, that's Octavio's dog!
- Exactly.
- Can I come in?
- Yeah.
Thanks for earlier.
For what?
That was really something,
taking the blame about Cofi.
What happened there?
Nothing. It's nothing.
Did Ramiro do that?
Yes, but he didn't mean to.
Didn't mean to?
You know what he's like.
You shouldn't put up with it.
He treats you like shit.
Not all the time.
I don't know if you're stupid
or just pretending.
Octavio, someone's here for you.
Hang on a minute.
You know Ramiro doesn't like
Susana in your room, right?
We were watching TV!
Your brother doesn't like it,
and I don't either.
This is the last time, you hear?
The last!
- What's up?
- You won't believe it.
Believe what?
- Your dog killed Jarocho's Pancho.
- What happened?
Jarocho sicced Pancho on Cofi,
but Cofi saw him coming.
He snapped his neck and killed him.
- Where's Cofi?
Here he comes.
Here, boy!
What happened?
- Not a scratch on him.
- No, the other dog never touched him.
What gives, Octavio?
You heard what your dog did?
Yeah.
Well?
Seems cool to me.
Cool?
I think it's fucked up.
Bring Pancho here.
Look what he did, fucker.
That dog was worth
at least 20,000 pesos.
Have him stuffed.
He'd look good on your mantel.
Don't be a smart-ass, you little brat.
You got two choices:
Pay me or pay me.
Why should I pay you?
You wanna play games? Fine.
Hold on!
Why did you sic Pancho on him?
Listen...
give me your dog and I'll forget it.
You're crazy.
Then start saving up...
'cause you're gonna pay, fucker.
If you're such hot shit,
make Ramiro pay.
Afraid he'll kick your ass again?
I'm not scared of him, asshole.
I'm not taking any more shit.
You got that?
Let's go.
What's up, buddy?
You got a joint?
Ramiro, I need money.
I don't got any.
I don't get paid till Friday.
So what do I do?
The baby needs diapers and formula.
And the eggs you eat aren't free.
- I got no money, Ma.
- "Got no money, Ma."
You really broke?
Didn't you hear?
I've heard drugstores are good business.
That's my affair.
Keep your mouth shut.
What an asshole!
Rat me out and you're dead.
You can act tough,
but you're still an asshole.
- Mom, Jimena took my hairband!
- Give it back.
It's mine!
Uh-uh! I got it as a present!
Liar! I bought it at the store.
Give it to her. You never wear it.
I'll get it!
Hello?
Hello?
- Who was it, sweetie?
- They hung up.
That man with no voice again?
Or woman, maybe?
I'll get it!
Hello? Hello?
Hung up again.
Weird, huh?
Can I come in?
What's up?
You going out?
Why?
No reason.
Something wrong?
It's just...
What's going on?
I'm in trouble.
I don't know what to do.
I'm pregnant again.
Shit, Susana!
You want another baby already?
I didn't want it!
Ramiro will kill me.
No, he won't.
He went crazy on you once,
but he still married you, right?
Yeah, but I don't know
if I wanna stay with him.
I can't have this baby, Octavio.
You considering an abortion?
What else can I do?
What the fuck can I do?
Come away with me.
- What?
- Let's you and me go away.
Let's get out of here.
I'm being serious!
So am I.
Don't talk bullshit.
Where would we go?
What are you doing, you jerk?
Come away with me.
How many are there?
- Six bitches, three dudes. Ready?
- Wait.
That fat bitch might be going in.
I smell cash.
Ever fucked a fatso like her?
- No.
I have. It's hot!
You have? Who?
Your mother, asshole!
Someday we'll do that fucking bank
and score a fucking fortune.
Calm down, Tarzan.
We're gonna go big-time, man.
After that fucking bank,
I'm blowing this town.
It's not safe around here.
Fatso went inside. We're on.
On the floor, fuckers!
On the floor and don't move!
INDUSTRIALIST MURDERED
MOTIVE UNKNOWN
R.I.P. NORMA SAINZ EZQUERRA
Survived by her daughter, Mara Eugenia
FUNERAL PROCESSION
TOMORROW 10:30 A.M.
What's up?
Want some dinner?
Look what I brought you.
Really?
No way! Seriously?
Like it?
It's got some dope music.
Don't shout. You'll wake the baby.
Hang on.
Hey, baldy!
- Don't wake him up.
- Why not?
He took forever to go to sleep.
I never see him. Right, kiddo?
He's been throwing up all day.
He's sick.
Selfish bastard!
Shut the fuck up!
Didn't I just give you a Walkman!
I'm cool to you, and you still bitch!
- The baby! Shit!
- Shut up!
Dude! She's your brother's woman.
Yeah, but I liked her
way before they ever met.
Sure, but he got her first.
Who gives a fuck?
Besides, he doesn't care about her.
But she cares about him.
You're playing with fire, man.
I can't stop thinking about her.
There are thousands of other bitches!
Why you want to fuck that one?
I don't want to fuck her!
I want her to go away with me.
Yeah?
And how you gonna support her?
You're gonna fight him?
Where do we get the bet money?
I'll pimp your sister.
Asshole!
Who is it?
Phone call for Susana.
Who is it?
Her mother.
Tell her to fuck off.
She says it's urgent.
Hello?
Who was it?
Me.
You're crazy, man.
What's wrong with you? Stop it!
Let me go!
No, Octavio.
Not like this.
Then how?
This dog looks pretty sad to me.
It killed Jarocho's dog.
You know how this business works?
- More or less.
- More or less?
Sargento?
Sarge, take this dog back there.
Come with me.
This is my business. No taxes...
no strikes... no unions.
Just cold, hard cash.
I take a loss now and then.
This is Mac, my best investment.
He's old, but he can still fight.
His winnings bought me that van.
We can be partners.
You put up your dog,
I put up the money,
and we split the profits 50-50.
What do you say?
- Okay.
- All right, man.
But for eight fights.
After that we'll see.
Fine.
But first your dog
goes a round with Mac.
Sure, but it'll cost you 5,000,
win or lose.
Maestro...
don't bullshit me.
What if your dog kills mine?
And what if mine dies?
But I don't have a van yet.
I'll give you 2,500.
Will that do?
- Yeah.
Condom!
Bring Mac here.
Here's your take. Hot damn!
Let 'em go on three. You count.
One...
two...
three!
Okay!
That's enough.
Get your fucking dog.
Come back Saturday at 12:00.
It's payback time for Jarocho.
One hundred pesos.
Thank you.
Twenty in change.
Hello. Find everything all right?
- Except rubbers.
You don't have my size.
- What the fuck are you doing here?
- Shopping.
- Where'd you get the dough?
- You may not have money, but I do.
Stick it up your ass!
I'll buy my family's things!
Ring me up, or I'll call the manager.
Get out or you're dead, asshole!
I'm not Susana, you know.
You can eat shit.
- What happened?
- Nothing, nothing!
Motherfucker!
Hello.
- I'll get more.
- What's it for?
To take care of him.
And him.
Yes?
How you doing, man?
I'm just fine.
No, not much.
Hang on.
- I can't hear a thing.
- Me neither.
Go in the other room.
What's up?
I couldn't get away.
Tomorrow, I promise.
I miss you like crazy too.
Don't call and hang up anymore.
Julieta's getting suspicious.
No, I'm not mad.
Tomorrow at 11:00.
I love you.
What the fuck?
Stop it, man!
That's enough!
Keep out of my business, asshole!
Here, buddy.
- What's up, Porky?
- Just hangin', Jarocho.
- You play with girls now?
- When they got mean fuckin' dogs.
If he's so mean, bet 15 on him.
My dog will beat all of yours.
I'm talking to the ringmaster, princess.
Well?
Fifteen?
- Make it 10.
Okay.
Place your bets, gentlemen!
Waste him, you hear?
Kill him!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
I'll catch up with you.
- What are you doing here?
- Taking a stroll.
Stroll somewhere else.
Don't mess with us,
and especially not with her.
What I do or don't do is my business.
To her you're dead.
Don't forget that.
So hostile, sister-in-law!
That's two you owe me.
Don't be pissed, Jarochito.
Everyone loses sometime.
What's up?
Here.
It's ours, you hear?
Hide it or my brother will take it.
Don't be an idiot.
- You got somewhere to stash it?
- Yeah.
I put the other money
in a case in the closet.
The baby's sleeping!
This'll be our bank, okay?
Just yours and mine.
Are you stealing too?
No.
This money's clean
so that you'll come away with me.
Come away with you?
You still don't get it, do you?
No, you don't get it.
Jorge has cousins in Ciudad Jurez.
He says we can go there.
We'll open a little store.
We've got dough. It'll be cool.
No.
I don't want more trouble.
Can't you understand?
You understand?
Come away with me.
Open the register, motherfucker!
Open it!
Open the register!
I didn't say you could come in.
What are you watching?
None of your business.
Change it. I don't like this show.
What do you want?
I hear you're getting rich with my dog.
That car of yours is nice.
Your dog?
He's mine.
You're full of shit, little brother.
He's as much mine as yours,
so I get half the take.
And just look at him.
Doesn't look like
you care much about him.
I care more than you know, asshole.
And I'm not giving you no money.
It's very simple.
Cough up or I blow
your piggy bank's brains out.
Next time's for real.
So you better get me my dough.
The cock crows...
What's up, baldy?
Look what I got you!
Look at all this!
Your mom's gonna stash it away.
You've given me enough
to live on for two years.
Come live them with me.
Isn't that right?
Why, Octavio?
Why what?
Why do you want to live with me?
You still don't get it?
No, I get it.
Hey, bring George something to eat.
I've got some business for you.
Jarocho's got a Class-A dog.
He wants to fight Cofi.
He's way out of his league.
He'll bet 40,000.
Forty?
You in?
No, that's too much for me.
You're on your own.
What about our deal?
Our deal was for eight fights.
We've gone 15. That's enough.
We both made some cash.
Fine.
When does he want to fight?
This Saturday.
He wants it private, at Trujillo's.
No outside bets. Just you and him.
Okay.
- So I set it up?
- Yeah.
Listen, Fatso...
I need a big favor.
How's the baby?
Good.
Growing, I guess.
What will you name it?
If it's a girl, Susana.
And if it's a boy...
- If it's a boy?
Octavio?
Everything's ready. We leave Sunday.
I'll just need a little of the money.
Saturday's the big one.
Don't fight him anymore.
We have enough.
One last time. Right, buddy?
What time is our bus to Ciudad Jurez?
It leaves at 12:00.
Ramiro will still be at work.
Don't worry about Ramiro.
He won't be fucking with us anymore.
You scared?
This is heavy shit.
You scared?
Ma?
This is how
you take care of the kid?
Now you can stay drunk.
What's up?
You know what happened to your brother?
He didn't come home last night.
No idea.
You don't know?
He got beaten up bad.
Must have pissed off a customer.
They threatened to kill him.
God knows what he's involved in.
He left with Susana and the baby.
Where to?
I don't know.
I don't even know if they'll be back.
What?
Goddamn it!
That motherfucker!
And that fucking bitch!
On our show today...
we have a surprise
no man will want to miss.
One of the most beautiful women
in the Spanish-speaking world...
Valeria Amaya!
Thank you so much.
I have to find her, damn it.
She played you, man.
I warned you.
It wasn't her.
It was that asshole Ramiro.
This has really been your year.
You're the face of Enchant
in Latin America.
Models everywhere envy you.
I'll find her.
How much you got there?
- Seven. You?
- Ten.
I hope Jarocho will go with that.
I've got 3,000 at home I'll lend you.
Good.
That woman's so hot!
Is it true you have a new love?
Yes, it's not just a rumor.
In fact, I brought him here.
Darling?
Andrs Salgado, no less!
Please have a seat.
You're a lucky man, Andrs!
Let's go, buddy.
Let's go. Cofi!
One more personal question:
Are you two getting married?
Not right away...
but we have a little baby...
and I brought him here today!
Richie!
Isn't he cute?
He looks just like Andrs!
He has my white hair.
- I thought you'd backed out, princess.
- You thought wrong.
You get the 40,000?
- I could only get 20.
- Is 20 okay?
Yeah.
Playing for fuckin' peanuts!
Put the dogs in the pool.
Heat 'em up!
Marks!
Let 'em go!
What the fuck!
Looks like it's over.
He was winning!
Why'd you shoot him?
- It just went off.
- What's this shit?
Keep me out of this!
Here's your money... and yours.
This isn't fair, Mauricio!
You guys work it out!
Don't be crybabies.
That's how the business is.
Better scram now...
before things get worse.
Go complain to your brother.
Tell him I'm waiting for him!
- Where you going?
- Start the car. Leave the door open.
Forget something, princess?
Faggot!
Get him!
Stop him!
What did you do?
What'd you do?
- Nothing!
Nothing? Bullshit!
- Is he dead?
- No!
Why'd you fuck with those bastards?
Assholes!
Thanks to Valeria Amaya
and Andrs Salgado
for being on our show.
Stay with us for more surprises
on People Today.
Cut!
Valeria, I thought you were
with someone else.
Well, now you know.
- With all the rumors...
- People love gossip.
Laura, 20 seconds!
See you later.
- What are you doing now?
- I don't know. Why?
Have lunch with me.
No, thanks, Andrs.
You'd say no to lunch
with Andrs Salgado?
Listen, work is one thing.
My private life is another.
I have a surprise you'll love.
Come on. Okay?
- All right.
- Let me wave hi.
- Where are you going?
- The restaurant.
I said lunch.
I never mentioned a restaurant.
- Go on in.
- You bought a place?
- Not exactly.
- It's very nice!
- Like it?
- Are you kidding?
And that sofa is just like mine!
No, it's not like yours.
It is yours.
And your clothes and perfumes
are in the bedroom.
- What's going on here?
- That's not all.
Check out the view.
Like it?
- You've gone too far. I'm going.
- Hold on!
Take the keys to your apartment.
What do you mean, my apartment?
That's right, lady! Your apartment!
You idiots!
What's that hole?
I had enough to buy the place
but not to make repairs.
That's enough now!
Enough!
- Thanks, Andrs.
It's the first time
your acting convinced me!
Very nice!
I love you too.
- I'm sorry.
Just kidding.
See you later.
Thanks for the favor.
Thanks for the magazine cover.
Good luck, matador.
Darling...
I can't believe it.
Sweetheart...
I spoke to Julieta.
And?
We're separated as of today.
Seriously?
You're not lying to me?
From now on
we spend our nights together.
You're sure about this?
- I am. You getting cold feet?
- No!
I just can't believe it!
Darling?
What shall we toast with?
I knew I forgot something!
Just keep an eye on the food.
No, you know I can't fry an egg.
But you're my special guest!
A guest in my own home?
You're my special guest. Stay here.
Richie?
Don't be long.
I won't be a minute.
Hush! What's the matter?
Excuse us.
How is she?
It's hard to make a prognosis.
Massive blood loss,
double-fractured tibia and fibula,
open fracture femur.
The femoral biceps
are almost completely severed.
It's a miracle she's alive.
But will she recover?
I hope so.
When can I see her?
I don't know.
Day after tomorrow.
Depends on her progress.
Are there any relatives
we should notify?
Her family's in Spain.
I don't know if I should tell them.
You'll assume responsibility?
- Thanks, Nacho.
- Don't mention it.
Say hi to Julieta.
Sorry. Just a habit.
Kiss the girls for me.
No problem.
One... two... three.
Don't tire her out.
I'll never play soccer again!
Take it easy.
And Richie?
He's fine. He's at home.
Our home.
Our home...
Daniel...
don't tell my father.
- Isn't it time you two spoke?
- I don't want to.
He'd say I deserved it.
Okay. Don't worry.
Go to sleep now.
I'm here with you.
Are you awake?
What is it?
I'm really scared.
Look at all this.
Don't worry. It'll come off soon.
You've been very brave.
The truth is...
I'm scared to death.
Everything will be fine. You'll see.
Richie, look who's here!
Your mommy's back,
you little squealer.
I missed you, Richie!
My little baby!
What did you do without me?
Oh, sweetheart!
Welcome home, darling.
The first to blink loses.
You lose, you lose!
Darling, what are you doing?
I'm examining you.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
Let's see how you do it.
Sure you'll be all right?
Sure. I'm an expert now.
Right! Left!
What if you need something?
That's what Richie's for.
Go on. I'll be fine.
Whatever you do, don't try to walk.
- Even if the earth quakes?
- Let it crumble.
Just don't get out of that chair!
I'll be back by 8:00.
- I'll be waiting.
Good luck.
- I'll miss you.
Cable TV goes in tomorrow.
See you.
Get the ball! That's a good boy.
Bring it here.
Good, Richie. That's a good boy.
Bring it here.
Run!
No, Richie!
Shit!
Richie, sweetie!
Mommy's up here!
I'm home!
I'm in the kitchen.
How'd it go?
From the doctor,
so I don't have to carry you.
How's my princess?
Richie went down the hole.
- Down the hole? How?
- Running after the ball.
He'll get out.
It's been five hours.
- What can we do?
- No idea.
- I know!
- What are you doing?
Chocolates.
One whiff and he'll come right out.
Wait. I'm coming too.
Here, try out the crutches.
Why doesn't he just come out?
He must be stuck.
Well, don't worry.
He'll come out now.
I tried that. I hear noises,
but he won't come out.
Don't worry.
He'll come out.
Want an omelet? I'm hungry.
Richie's okay.
A bit disoriented, but he's here.
He wasn't stolen.
He's not out on the street.
He's here with us, okay?
- What?
- Listen! It's Richie!
It's him, all right.
- What do we do?
- Wait.
- What?
- Hurry! I think I heard him.
- Where is he?
- Help me.
Careful.
Shit! I think he's under
the living room now.
Richie, darling.
Shit!
Scared me half to death!
Hello?
Hello?
- Who was it?
- Don't know. They hung up.
Manuel, you bastard!
Where have you been?
- Working, dear. How are you?
I'm getting there.
Take it step by step, huh?
In a month, if all goes well,
I'll be back
on the Enchant campaign.
Forget about Enchant.
What do you mean?
They canceled the contract.
- Canceled it?
- What did you expect?
They hired you when you were well.
Be realistic: You're not well.
When you get back to like before,
we'll contact Enchant, and bingo!
Shit, Richie!
Damn it!
Damn you, Richie.
Sweetie!
Move the title higher
and the photo to the left.
Like that?
A bit more.
Or raise the photo
and bring the text down?
No, that throws everything off balance.
Mr. Estrada, telephone.
Tell them I'll call them back.
It seems urgent.
I think it's your wife.
Excuse me.
Julieta, what is it?
Julieta, answer me.
This isn't Julieta.
Darling, I'm sorry. My secretary
Why would you be talking to Julieta?
- No, it was a mistake.
- Tell me! Why?
- I wouldn't, I swear.
- Well, then?
Darling, this isn't like you.
What's wrong?
Sweetheart?
The rats ate Richie.
What rats?
What happened, honey?
There are thousands of rats down there.
How do you know?
I saw them.
I'm sure they ate Richie.
Don't worry.
Rats don't eat dogs.
They'd get bitten.
But there are thousands of them.
We could put out some rat poison.
Richie might eat it.
We could put a cat down there.
It would fight with Richie.
So what the fuck do we do?
I'm sorry, baby.
Everything will be fine.
Easy for you to say.
Look at my leg.
It'll be covered with scars.
Plastic surgery has come a long way.
You'll hardly see any scars
Don't fucking touch me!
It's Richie!
He heard you. Keep shouting!
It's him!
I know!
- Where are you going?
If I make the hole bigger,
he can get out.
The rats will come out!
If they haven't come out by now,
they won't come out!
Then make it as big as you can!
Hello?
Hello?
Fuck your mother!
Who was that, Daniel?
No idea.
Really? When I used to call,
you knew it was me.
Who was it?
I said I don't know, okay?
Valeria, what's the matter?
My leg really hurts.
I can't take it.
I'll take you to the hospital.
No, I spoke to the doctor.
He said it's normal
for it to hurt now and then...
but it feels like it's going to burst.
Did he prescribe anything?
A painkiller and an anti-inflammatory.
What can I do?
Hold me.
I'm going to squeeze a bit.
Did you walk on it?
- A little.
You have the X-rays?
Okay.
You can get dressed, Valeria.
Margarita, please help her.
Let's step outside.
Want to get some dinner
or rent a movie?
I'm not in the mood. I feel lousy.
Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.
Is that the only fucking thing
you can say?
It's Richie!
He's whining. Listen!
Listen! It's him!
You have to get him out.
How?
Tear up the fucking floor!
I can't tear it up.
I don't have money to fix it.
Money doesn't matter!
It does right now.
- Get him out!
- He can get himself out!
You faggot!
You've always been selfish!
What? I gave up everything for you!
Yeah, your bitchy wife
and stupid daughters!
Shut up or I'll hit you!
You piece of shit!
Go fuck yourself!
And shut your fucking dog up too!
Fucking asshole!
Drop dead, fucker!
Asshole!
I'll be back around 2:00.
I don't care if you never come back.
Hello?
Hello?
Daniel?
Sweetheart?
Sweetheart?
Valeria, open this door!
Open up, damn it!
Valeria, please.
I have nothing to apologize for,
but all right: I'm sorry.
That's enough now.
Valeria, open this door,
or I'll open it myself.
On the count of three,
I'm breaking it down.
One...
two...
two and a quarter...
two and a half...
two and three-quarters.
Shit!
Valeria, what happened?
Valeria, what happened?
Please don't do this to me!
How is she?
She suffered a severe arterial thrombosis,
which affected the tissue.
Earlier we might have done something,
but there was heavy damage.
No blood could get
to the muscles, so
So?
Advanced gangrene set in.
I had to amputate the leg.
I'm sorry.
Shit!
THIS SPACE AVAILABLE
Hello?
Yes.
Tell him 3:00.
And cancel the other one.
When we get to my buddy's place,
turn that shit off.
He hates those fuckin' things.
Why did we have
to bring 40 sandwiches?
Consider it a courtesy for my friend.
You sure your friend
will do a good job?
I've told you 20 times he will.
Is this friend a cop too?
No, he was locked up for 20 years.
- What for?
- He was a guerrilla.
Like the Zapatistas?
That's right.
Only he was a real son of a bitch.
He planted a bomb in a mall,
kidnapped an industrialist,
killed cops.
Turn right here.
He had a whole army after him:
the White Brigade.
Know who nabbed him?
- Who?
Me!
He was taking a leak in a Sanborn's Caf!
Can you believe that?
Hello?
Deposit that money in my account.
I'll transfer it later. Bye.
What do I say to him?
Nothing. I'll do the talking.
Don't ask any personal questions.
Why not?
It pisses him off.
He was a normal guy like you and me.
Taught in a private college.
Then one day boom!
He leaves his wife and daughter
and becomes a guerrilla.
- How did they react?
- How do you think?
They told him to go to hell!
His wife remarried.
I don't think his daughter
even knows he exists.
When he got out of the joint,
he went fucking nuts.
When I came across him later,
he was a wino.
I felt sorry for him.
I gave him some cash,
found him a place.
We even became pals.
He started doing little jobs for me.
Little jobs... like this one?
That's right.
I'll get it.
Why'd you do that?
You'll buy another one.
What's up, Chivito?
Hey, Leonardo.
What's up?
Meet my friend...
Gustavo Garfias.
- What's up, brother?
- Pleased to meet you.
We brought you something.
All right!
Cool!
No chili, no onion. Right on!
Thanks.
Sit down over there.
You lose your glasses?
Stopped using them.
If God wants me to see a blur,
I'll see a blur.
My friend Gustavo needs a favor.
The picture.
I don't do that anymore.
I told you that last time.
Come on!
You gonna go back to living on trash?
Trash provides, Leonardo.
Really.
Look, a Citizen.
I found it in a dumpster. This too.
Don't bullshit me.
You stole it.
Nope. It was in the trash.
The captain here tells me...
you're very good.
Good at what?
Come on, man. Don't fuck around.
Who's this?
- My partner.
- What'd he do?
He's cheating me.
How much you paying?
Fifty now, fifty later.
A hundred now...
and 50 later.
Okay?
Fine, but I only have 50 on me.
What's his name?
Luis Miranda Solares.
Lives at 1460 Cerro de Maika.
His office is on Montes Urales.
A real blue-collar type!
Okay, then.
Make it look like a robbery, okay?
No people, no trouble...
Sure thing, brother.
No people, no trouble, no shit.
Richie! Richie!
Hush! What's the matter?
Help me, damn it!
Help me! The door's jammed!
There's a machete in my cart!
Hang on, buddy.
Step aside.
- What's going on?
- His leg's stuck. Pull him out.
Take it easy!
Take it easy!
- Watch his leg!
And the other one?
This one's dead!
Call an ambulance, damn it!
We'll get you out, miss.
Try to open the window.
Try to open the window!
Get back! Let him breathe!
Can you hear me?
The window! That's it!
Help me, please!
What's your name?
Can you hear me?
- We'll get you out.
- Help me!
Her leg's stuck.
Easy! Easy!
Hang in there, champ.
What did they do to you?
Hang on, boy.
That's it. You're very brave.
That's it, champ.
All done, boy.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- Putting on my hood.
Why not wear a sign that says
"Bank Robber"?
For banks you don't wear anything!
Just my stupid mug?
Whatever you say.
Hit the floor, motherfuckers!
This is a stickup!
Hit the ground!
Put all the money in a bag!
What are you looking at?
Move it!
You too, asshole!
I'm talking to you!
Gimme your wallet!
- Get it yourself!
Eyes down!
Asshole!
Freeze, fucker! Drop the gun!
On the floor!
Easy.
Stay still.
Go away. Leave him alone.
Lobo, go away.
Good boy!
It's looking real good.
Very good.
It's closed up.
What brings you here, Leo?
Just passing by.
You're taking your time.
It's been a week.
It's not easy.
It never is, is it?
Tell your friend to keep cool.
It'll be done in two days.
Do I have your word?
I gotta get to the bank.
- I watched your car for you!
- Sure.
I stayed with your car.
Uh-uh! He went off to play soccer!
For both of you.
My condolences, Doa Concha.
How are you doing?
Fucked up, but getting better.
Why did you leave?
Now's not the time to talk about it.
Then when?
Ramiro was my husband, wasn't he?
And what about our plans?
Your plans!
My grandmother always said...
"Want to give God a laugh?
Tell him your plans."
- You did me wrong, Susana.
- No, Octavio.
We were wronging others.
We're not wronging anyone now!
Come away with me.
I can't believe you.
After all that's happened!
You still don't get it.
- Yes, I do.
God may laugh,
but I'm going ahead with my plans.
Sunday at 11:00
I leave for Ciudad Jurez.
You've really lost it. Look at you!
I don't give a fuck!
So now you know.
I'll be waiting for you.
It's your decision.
Do you get it now?
Ramiro.
If it's a boy, I'll call him Ramiro.
Feeling better, I see!
What happened to you?
Flor?
Don't die on me!
Answer me, baby!
Frijol?
You just don't do that, motherfucker!
Gringuita? My baby?
Hang on, baby.
Hang on.
Do as I say.
Look straight ahead.
Open the passenger door.
No stupid moves.
Don't turn around.
Take it easy, man.
Move over.
Cuff your left hand.
Other hand to the wheel.
I mean cuff it to the wheel, dickhead!
Start the car.
Let's go.
What is this?
A robbery or a kidnapping?
It may be the last day of your life.
I was paid
to blow you away, brother.
How about that?
Stop. On your knees.
On the floor. Your hand.
Sit up.
Lean back. Hands behind you.
Something to drink?
I have rum...
water...
or milk.
- What will you do to me?
- Which does that mean?
Rum, water, or milk?
My question couldn't be clearer.
Look, asshole...
I'm offering you something to drink.
If you were at all perceptive...
even the tiniest bit...
you'd have realized I'm not going
to kill you just now, dickhead.
Rum, water, or milk?
Water.
Cheers.
How do I drink it?
I'll be your waiter
but not your nanny.
- Who paid you to kill me?
- You can't guess?
What if I said the chick
you fuck daily in that motel?
Marta?
No, it can't be.
You're right. Not her.
It was your wife.
My wife?
She knows about Marta?
- I don't know.
Does she?
No, man. It wasn't her either.
Marta's husband.
She's married?
Damn, brother!
Seems they're lining up
to have you knocked off.
You know what?
I don't know my dog's name.
I found him in the street.
What would you call him?
I don't know. "Stray"?
What an imagination!
You must be in advertising.
No, I was thinking maybe Gustavo.
Know any Gustavos?
My brother.
Gustavo Garfias.
Gustavo Miranda Garfias?
He's my half brother.
Abel!
Abel, Abel!
What did you do
to deserve a brother like that?
He told me he was your partner.
Partner and half brother.
Was it him?
- I don't know. You tell me.
How much?
Five thousand pesos.
Just 5,000 fucking pesos!
Well... that and tickets
to the Rolling Stones.
That fucking son of a bitch!
Why? What'd I do to him?
- Says you're screwing him.
No fucking way! He's my brother!
Easy, brother!
That's what he says.
And quit yelling...
or I'll have to pump you full of lead.
So what do we call him?
To hell with your fucking dog!
Don't be rude!
Masters take after their dogs,
you know.
Besides... how to put this?
If not for him, you'd be dead now.
Easy, easy!
I'll be in my room watching TV.
If you need anything at all...
just yell.
Good morning.
What's up, brother?
Didn't you sleep well?
What manners!
- What'll you do to me?
- I don't know.
Haven't thought about it.
If you let me go...
I'll make you rich.
Kill my brother
and I'll give you anything.
I don't need anything.
Amazing, huh?
I gotta go. See you later.
I need to go to the bathroom.
You already did!
Look at you!
You should have told me!
See you later.
Watch him for me.
Hello?
You got my money?
Didn't you notice
he wasn't at work today?
Did you do it?
Bring the money
to my place in two hours.
Don't keep me waiting.
Did you club the steering wheel?
Cars get stolen
like crazy around here.
This won't take long, will it?
Here's what we agreed on.
Come in.
- I'd better go.
- Come in.
What's the matter?
It's all there.
- Nothing's the matter.
Come on.
This way.
Have you two met?
- This wasn't the deal.
- Deal?
What deal?
- You were going to
- Going to what?
What?
- It was your job!
- My job?
That wasn't entirely clear.
You wanted him rubbed out, right?
Well, do it yourself!
He's all yours, fucking Cain!
Kill him, you faggot!
He's all yours!
I paid you...
I paid you to do it.
That was the deal.
You're not going to do it?
You want me to?
Do I kill him?
Do I?
Answer me!
Do I kill him?
Or do I kill you?
Should I kill him?
Sure you want me to?
Fucking yuppie!
Young man, you coming or staying?
Good morning.
How'd you sleep?
You must have lots to chat about.
Pity I can't stay.
It would be fascinating.
But as I'm sure you'll understand,
I have to leave town.
That's how this business works.
Make yourselves at home.
I hope you'll work things out.
Don't look at me.
On the other hand,
if talking doesn't work,
I'll leave this to help settle things.
I'll call to see how things went.
Nice jacket, man.
There's milk and eggs in the fridge
if you want breakfast.
You're dead, you bastard!
Hello.
This is 55 44 58 50.
I can't take your call right now,
but leave a message and number
and I'll get back to you.
Thanks!
Maru...
my darling...
this is Martn.
Your dad...
your real dad.
You must think this is a sick joke...
after all these years
that I've been dead to you.
But I'm not dead.
I'm a living ghost.
When I saw you last...
you'd just turned two.
But I swear
not a single day has passed
that I haven't thought of you.
The afternoon I went away...
I held you tight.
I took you in my arms
and begged forgiveness
for what I was going to do.
Back then I thought
there were more important things
than being with you and your mom.
I wanted to set the world right
to share it with you later.
I'm sure you realize I failed.
I wound up in jail.
Your mother agreed to tell you I'd died.
That was my idea, not hers.
I swore to her
I'd never try to see you again...
but I couldn't do it.
I was dying inside,
even deader than I already was.
I'll be back to find you...
once I have the courage
to look you in the eyes.
I love you very much, my little girl.
What's your dog's name?
Blackie.
Shut the fuck up, Blackie!
- See you around.
- Bye.
FOR LUCIANO, BECAUSE WE ARE ALSO
WHAT WE HAVE LOS