Airbag Page #6

How dare you!

But after whats happened

lve discovered that

fortunately, theyre

just like their fathers.

You dont mean your husband.

He left you 15 years ago.

Joao...

lt was l who left

that son of abitch.

Look, the weddings tomorrow

and weve got a serious problem.

lts your sons who have the problem,

not you.

And that problem

is their parents.

Serafin, are you going to let

this slut insult us?

Serafin will say nothing

to this slut because hes a

gambler and whore monger.

What?

Herme... dear... dont stir

things up.

Or do, or l dont know.

AndJose Mari,

and Konrado

are demanding clients,

almost fussy,

but exceedingly generous.

You slanderous slut!

Did it never occur to you

that all these cheap

bankers and politicians

you sleep with

Come later to my clubs.

And they talk.

And notvery nicely,

my poor Jose Mari.

Youre despicable.

Get out

of my house or lll call...

My best customers?

Yes, l know.

Take it easy, dear.

lm afraid l cant stay.

My masseur charges by the hour.

By the way,

lve got news from the boys.

Theyre...

theyre fine.

Dont worry about the wedding.

ltll all turn out fine.

Goodbye...

ladies.

Jose Alberto,

lm your real father.

Bingo, that bastards Cadillac!

What a joint, guys.

Well, were here then.

We cant fail now.

That bastards got the ring

but its not going to be easy.

He may well have a bodyguard.

How do you feel then?

F***ing great!

All set to go.

We have to stick together.

Well try and play it cool

lf that doesnt work...

Well improvise.

Yeah, improvise.

As usual.

Well it looks like

he aint here.

Well have to look elsewhere.

So lets split up, OK?

lll stick around here.

No need to worry about me.

Okay, Konrad.

What about you, Pako?

lll check out the bar.

You know, bartenders

remember peoples faces.

lll go on my own then.

And be careful...

with the PH.

Could you give me arough

idea of how to play this game?

Of course, sir.

Mr Villambrosa?

Excuse me.

What did you say?

Good evening, kind man.

l was just telling

Einstein here...

that l want to speak

to Mr Villambrosa.

For what purpose?

Look...

l lost my engagement ring

up a mulatto girls ass.

Mr Villambrosa chanced upon it.

And lve been following him

from one brothel to the next.

So l guess hes expecting me.

Come in, come in.

What a joker!

Hurry up,

the games starting.

Here l am.

l know you, dont l?

Yes, we have met once before.

Excuse me, sir.

What is it?

Nothing serious, sir.

Can you come please?

lf youll excuse me

for a moment, please.

-How are you, sir?

-What is it?

l didnt realize at first

but unless lm very mistaken

the empty case those bastards

gave me at the club is

identical to the one we gave to the

Basque who ruined the Russian Omelet.

And what the hell does that mean?

Not a f***ing clue, boss.

Excuse me.

A small concept.

Do you play with wild cards?

Of course not.

The concept,

that is the question.

Hey, Pazos!

What a surprise!

-Sir?

-Yes.

Hes one of the professionals.

The worst, the most dangerous.

Come on, El Deportivo!

Gentlemen,

lm afraid the game is off.

Right now,

Mr Villambrosa.

l have to point out

that that ring,

as you well know, is not yours,

but mine.

Now l remember.

You were in the crashed car.

And before that with Vanessa.

We have the same

tastes, young man.

Do we really?

Like hell we do.

A small interruptus.

Whats your fathers name?

Serafin. Why?

The father takes our money

and the son the cocaine.

Damned Basques! Sons of...

Wait aminute.

What money?

lm sorry but we havent

robbed anybody.

That ring is mine.

Whats your game?

Well, young man...

As you can see,

this is aplace for gambling,

so if you want the ring,

and you dont have my money

to pay for it...

well gamble for it.

Your father seems

to enjoy gambling.

And hes got balls.

Lets see if youre his son

or the postmans.

Your turn.

Right on!

What apro!

Goddamn kid!

You got balls, kiddo.

You sure do.

But what good are they

if youre a looney?

Not too smart either.

Theres only one bullet left.

And as lm the generous type,

l would like you to accept it.

lm sorry.

l couldnt let you go.

Bye.

Holy sh*t, awoman!

Christ! Angela!

My daughter!

What?

Come on, Angelita, my darling.

lm your father.

Hes her father.

A present for you, dad.

They have a family thing.

They say he tried

to get his leg over her.

And if that happens in a family,

its bad news.

Yep.

No, not this one.

So you had my money.

A thief whos robbed...

deserved it anyway.

Court is adjourned.

Lets go.

Submachine gun.

Dont worry about it.

Gentlemen,

we cant stay for coffee.

Thats 5,650,000 pesetas.

On the same number. 13.

Have you been playing long,

Almost an hour.

Got it! Lets go!

Dont spoil the streak, Juantxo.

Look at this.

Are you crazy?

l was born to play this game.

Whats going on?

Why the hell are you dressed

up like that, Angela?

Come on, were are leaving.

Even if l have

to dragyou out.

Security!

What have you done, guys?

Guns! Dozens of them!

Think of something, Konra.

Where they least expect it.

The front door.

-All right!

-Logical. l love you, Konra.

l saw it in Starsky and Hutch.

Theyre thieves!

Theyve stolen the takings.

-Dont give them the ring.

-No way!

l dont think they want it.

4 Thieves Killed

by the security services

of the Arosa Casino.

Therere dozens of witnesses.

Theyre citizens, and this city

belongs to me.

And the judges too.

Everything could also be yours,

my children.

Your son? How?

Pako, this is papa.

Yes, Jos Francisco...

You dont remember because

you were studying abroad,

paid for by me.

lt cant be true.

Son of abitch!

Listen, Jose Francisco.

F*** you, dad!

lt was all a...

-set up.

-Yes, a set up.

Pure slander.

Your mother

couldnt prove it.

l wasnt allowed to testify

in court.

But now l will.

Thats enough!

l gave you one last chance.

Theyre all yours.

So much for

Starsky and Hutch, eh Konra!

-Konra?

-Hey, guys, this way!

Pako!

Pako!

Come on! ldiot!

Come on!

lts locked.

Shoot at the door.

The world is blue.

Lets go!

Konra, thats not style.

-lts showing off.

-l was improvising.

Come on, this way.

Whats wrong?

-Leave me alone, lm O.K.

-So lets go.

Go and start the car!

F***! l dont get it.

Pako!

Trust me and start the car

for Chrissake!

You owe me a dance.

Sorry, precious, you

took too long.

A shame. Bye, darling.

Bye.

ls that mine?

That motherfucking pretty boy.

Theyve got the money

and the coke.

They mustnt escape.

l hate to admit youre right.

Tires are flat,

lets use the Dodge.

Theres no room for you, fool!

lf you squeeze over:

Theyre getting away!

They wont get far.

Fatima, you always

surprise me.

Give me that!

Carmina?

lm quitting this.

lts too stressing.

No, not interesting,

stressing.

Hey, Carmina.

You were right.

But l wouldnt listen

l have to admit it

with a glass in front of me

and my head feels heavy,

how l suffer.

l swear l need to return.

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