A Night in Old Mexico Page #2

For you damn parrot.

- Hey, I'll gladly buy the gas.

- Alright. Okay.

Perry the old thief!

So where are you guys from?

Aw, you know, here and there.

Well, right now just thought we head

down to Mexico to see the sights.

I see you got some

beer right there too.

Yeah, drink it up, no need to ask.

I like that hat.

Slick.

Thanks.

Yeah, they had something.

All the bull-riders are wearing

fancy buckets like at this season.

You riding bulls, huh?

Well, man's gotta eat, I reckon.

I don't know that I even

have nerve to get on one.

Does take nerve,

I admit it.

You ain't short on nerve,

I'll say that for you.

Say buddy, I don't remember saying

that beer was community property.

Never mind.

You got plenty.

So what's the meanest

bull you ever rode?

The meanest?

The meanest... Tell us about it.

I'd like to hear it myself.

Oh, that would be...

one by name of Midnight.

Big black bull. Somebody cut

his tail off when he was just a baby.

Well, he never forgot it, you know.

Maybe embarrassed him

or something, I don't know.

I tell you this.

Yeah, he was a mean one...

Oh yes sir. You put hair and horn on

a stick of dynamite, you get the idea.

Christ sakes.

You rode him now, huh?

Yeah, a buckaroo like him, had a rode

and pick in his nose in one hand

and scratches his little

red hiney with the other.

Say, old man, pull over.

Who you calling old man?

I'm saying, come on man.

Pull over cause I gotta take a leak.

Good idea.

The son of b*tches

were drinking all my beer.

You see, that wasn't part of the deal.

- You're too much, you know that?

- Hey, you're the one who's too much.

Trying to pass yourself

off for a cowboy.

Hell, you ain't no cowboy. You ain't

never rode no damn bull, have you?

- Now, have you by God? Huh?

- I could go off, if I had the chance.

No, I think you have better

luck selling pipe dreams,

than shuffling papers

like your damn daddy.

Stop talking about my father, alright?

You maybe think you

ready to ride a bull,

but hell, you ain't

ready ride no damn bull.

And I'll tell you another thing too.

You ought to throw that goddamn

counterfeit hat after winter

cause there ain't a cowboy

alive go out in public

wearing something

like that on his head.

You know, I won't be

criticizing somebody's hat

if all I own in the world is

this gas guzzling junker.

That's low. That's really low.

Trying to hurt a poor old man's feelings

when he's down on his luck, eh.

Just don't criticize my hat, and

we'll get along just fine, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

I would say this for your hat though.

It damn sure goes good with them

dull pack of red boots you wear.

Give me another one, eh.

How old is the music, ain't it?

Okay. Will do.

Now watch it like it's yours, hombre.

Remember it ain't.

El Da de los Muertos.

Day of the dead.

It is where they go down

to the grave in order

to have supper with

their dead kin folks.

Yeah, the same, all the same.

Nothing's changed.

- Mattheus, nice to see you.

- Hey.

Nice thing.

Good to see you.

Hey, look at this.

Careful there amigo!

Marriage ain't ....

Speak English, I can't

understand that gibberish.

Give me a dollar,

watch me cut myself.

I'll give you a five,

go cut your damn throat.

Man, that was cold. How could you

tell him to go cut his own throat?

I gave the poor bastard five bucks,

how much did you give him?

You know that, I gave your daddy a

little pony when he was a little boy

he would have circled all

over the place. Yeah he did.

Hey, you alright?

- That girl.

- What girl?

It reminds me of somebody,

this all from a long time ago.

Yeah.

First time I come down here to

old Mexico, I guess roughly on ...

We were going to

buy some cheap cattle.

This girl come walking

down the street,

long black hair, reaching way down

her back, goddamn she was pretty.

And built good, you know.

Everything just right.

And I said, hey you come on over

and let's go, what do you say?

And she did, just like that.

Never asked any questions or laughed,

grabbed my hand and off we went.

Well, she was wild alright.

Whoo...

Wild as the day God

made mother heaven.

Got yourself a hottie, huh?

I married her.

She's your grandmother, boy.

Hey Red, what about this place?

And what about... whoo...?

What about it?

Well, singing and dancing women.

Wasn't that what you wanted to see?

See boy. What do you do?

Come here and load a water melon?

I don't want to see.

Hell, I want to do.

Come on.

Let's go.

Out of the way.

A**hole.

- Well they ain't gonna be here.

- You okay?

Wake up, Peppidro.

- Yes, yes, of course.

- We're looking for a good time.

Girls, huh? I know where all the pretty

girls are. Come on, I take you there.

- Hear that.

- What?

- He knows the place.

- He knows what place?

Come on, cowboy.

Let's go.

That's it.

It's them, boy.

Hey!

- I ain't got no opella.

- Papers.

I got I.D.

- Who is this?

- A friend.

This is a house of prostitution.

Yes, this is a whore house. Where the

hell you think we're going to bring you?

- You looking for a good time?

- Ah, we're looking for a couple of guys.

Oh see. Me too.

I'll show you guys a good time.

What you think?

These are pretty girls, no?

Hidy there ladies.

My don't you look splendid.

Take your pick.

They all willing, you know?

Are you sure you want to do this?

Come on, you're drunk.

Drunk? Not me. Hell, I could

drink a gallon of this sheep dip!

Come on, Miko, make your

pick cause my feet hurts.

Now, hold on. Which one of you

little darlings, aye, want to dance now?

I may be a little rusty but...

Eenee menee, run around.

Eenee menee, I'm going to

find somebody in this town.

You first. Come on.

Let's go. Come on....

Come on girlie. There's boogie

woogie. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

There's boogie woogie, man.

Let one of this

pretty girls for yourself.

- Should have fun, ain't ya?

- Yeah. Alright.

Come on. Well, I think you've

had your fun. Let's go.

How much quanto, quantos for a dance?

Muchos.

Oh, Red, Red, Red... come on, let's go.

Come on, that's enough.

- Alright, let's go.

- Mikarida, mikarida, adios.

That's it, that's it.

You no good, son of a b*tch.

Yeah, it is them.

Just you don't feel so hot now, huh?

Just fine.

Thank you for your sincere concern.

- Gally.

- Yeah.

I won't want your daddy

to hear about this.

He won't.

You don't have to worry about that.

Hey Red, what ever happened to her?

Who you talking about?

My grandmother.

- Oh, her?

- Well, you know.. your wife?

I was setting my breakfast table one morning waiting for my biscuits...

And I heard the screen door slammed.

- And?

- Nothing, she was gone.

Your daddy is about

two years old then.

Goddamn just into everything.

A lot of trouble with your daddy.

Always was.

Never saw her again.

Did you love her?

Love her?

Yeah.

She just saw my pick-up on the street

down here in old Mexico one time...

- Ready to go back to Texas now?

- Yeah.

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