Chasing Papi Page #3

to abandon Tomas Fuentes.

We swear on our oath|as honorable women.

Who taught you to talk like that?|- Agreed?

Agreed.|- Good.

I'm Lorena Morales.|- I'm Cici.

Just "Cici"?

Like Charo.|- Like Cher.

Que ridiculez,|- I am patricia sofia...

whatever!|- Ordonez coronado del pescador.

Ay, she must be european!

Remember, we've|got to be strong.

Because we deserve|more than this.

I don't care|how many times he tries.

I will not take his call,|- Neither will I.

I wonderwho he will call first.|I mean...

I know it won't be me.

If he can have you two,|what would he want with a chica like me?

Pues, ciao, muijeres,

well, I guess,|this is good-bye.

Yes, good-bye.

If he can have you two,|what would he want with a chica like me?

Tomas needs intellectual stimulation.|- And culture.

He wouldn't go for the...|- blond with the b*obs...

Would he?|- Would he?

Romeo-meo

romeo-meo

rome-romeo

rome-romeo

Okay, Tomas. It's time to relax.

Mi amor, I was|just thinking about you.

Really? May I come in?|- Of course, my sweet.

Where are my manners?|- Oh, I don't know.

Perhaps you left them|in new york...

or, maybe, Miami?

Isn't it trueyou were in both|of those cities recently?

Very recently, in fact.

Uh, yes, for my work, amor,|- oh, your work.

No other reason, Tomas?

I don't know what you mean?|- I thinkyou do.

Mi amor...|- no me toques,

querida, go upstairs.

I will make you a drink, okay?

I'm gonna have|more questions foryou, Tomas!

I'll be right there,

What was she saying...|new york and Miami? Oh, my god!

No way. No way.

Now, stay calm.

Breathe, Tomas.|Just breathe.

Patricia, I was just|thinking about you.

How could you, Tomas?

I thought you had better taste|than a librarian and some sort of...

a prostitute!|- What areyou talking about?

Who are those drinks for?|- For me?

Two drinks?|- Yes. So I don't have to come back for a refill.

See? Mmm.

Come into the kitchen.|I will fix two foryou.

Federal express.

I'll be right back.

This can't be happening.

Oh, my god.|It is happening.

Ay, Cici!|- You've been very, very bad, cabron!

Mamita.|- Take a good look at me, papi.

Feast your eyes|on what you're losing and forwhat?

It's not what you think.|- Some stuck up, pinche,,,

ice princess and|a mousey little office clerk!

I hope it was worth it!|- I can explain. Listen.

Because you're don't get|these chichis tonight!

Well, I'm back at this house,|but something funny is going on.

Aha! You came back! I knew I couldn't|trust a tramp like you! You liar!

Liar? Me? Your fake-eyed, funny-named,|culo crawled back before I did!

What have you done to him!

The librarian?

I am a lawyer!|- Oh, you tricked us!

I didn't.|- "And we deserve more than this," my ass!

I did it...|- So you could have Tomas for yourself.

Big word talker!|- I didn't plan to come back!

It was just... damn it, it was Cici's chichis!|- Tramp!

Pendeijas!

Underachievers.

Sounds like it's getting violent.|Wait.

What are we doing?

What are we doing?|- Trying not to kill somebody.

Please don't kill me.

I didn't mean to.|- Shh. Quinn-quinn...

i can't hear anything.

Leave your man wanting more.|- We're gonna need more than that, papi.

I won't shareyou.|- Make a choice, Tomas,

choose or you die.

I choose...

I... I choose.

Tomas!

What are you doing?|- I have to make sure he's okay! He might need c.p.r.

If anyone's gonna give Tomas the breath|of life, it's gonna be me!

Get your mouth out of there!|This dead chico is mine!

Look at this. Look at this.|They were prescribed today!

He took half of it!|- Oh, these are just tranquilizers.

He'll sleep it off.,|- And what do we do now?

What can we do? We're gonna wait here|till he gets up and he chooses me!

I mean, he makes a decision,|all right? Deal?

Deal.|- Okay. That's it.

I got to get a closer look|I'll call you back.

Hi, you've reached Tomas Fuentes,|please leave a message,

Hi, it's me,

What?|- I'm worried about you,

and seeing it's my job to take care|of you, I'm bringing over what you need,

and you better be I n bed|when I get there.

The i.a. Woman.

Her job?|- In bed?

Wake up, Tomas!|- Come on, you cheating chico!

Snap out of it!|- I'm gonna kill her!

Wait until she finds out!|- She won't likeyou two...

any more than you like me,|but I liked the odds...

better when it was|just the three of us.

She's here! She must've|called from a cell phone.

This doesn't look so good.

She's not that hot.|- Oh, my gosh, she has a gun,

Let's get out of here!|- I'm not going anywhere without Tomas.

Wait! She's going around|the back! Come on!

Come on, fifi. Come to mama, baby.

Come on! Come on!|Come on.

Oh, no, not my coat!

Probably bought|that to match the dog.

Let's get going before she comes back,|- my clothes don't squeak!

It's not my coat.|It's your stupid little rat!

Come on, my little fluff.|Come on.

What are those girls up to?

Can you turn that thing off?

The F.B.I. is close to an arrest...|- I can't! It's broken!

She's following us!|- Hold on! I 'll lose that hootchie mama!

"Hootchie mama"?

Watch it, lady!

Nice dodge!

Admit it! Cicita|knows what she's doing!

Okay!|Pero what do we do now?

Yeah, we can't just keep|driving around here.

I saw a motel 6 on myway into town.|- A motel what?

We have to go somewhere.|- I once stayed at this fabulous hotel here.

That's where we're going.|- As long as you're paying.

Fine.

Hello, ladies.

Hello, may I help you with your bags?|- Yeah, sure,

how we gonna get him inside|without making a scene?

I won't carry him again.

'Scuse me.

Ay, nice place!

My mom loves these.

Why don't you guys stay behind?

I'll take care ofthis.

Yes, I'd like a suite,|preferably on the top floor.

I hope I have one on such short notice.

We are so booked.|- I'm sure you'll find something.

Here's one! We do have|one last suite available.

Isn't that great?|- I'll take it.

My pleasure to serveyou|"Miss coronado del pescador."'

That's an interesting name,|- it's all taken care of.

Well, good. Because Tomas|is locked in the luggage room.

I am sorry|Miss coronado del pescador,,,

but there seems to be|a problem with your card.

That's impossible.|- Well, my computer says...

that the account has been closed down|by the main cardholder,,,

a mrs, coronado del pescador,

is that your mother?|Would you like to try another card?

She did it.|She real ly did it.

My mother must be really mad.

This would have been perfect.|Where are we going to go now?

Don't ask me,|I have no money and no credit cards.

Well, well. How the mighty have fallen!|- Oh, shut up!

That's enough. We have to think|ofsomething beforeTomas wakes up...

or somebody finds him.|- Jesus, are they cloning them?

Buena suerte, paula.|- I'm going to go and check on Tomas.

Miss Puerto Rico!|Finally, we find you!

I am costas delgado.|I am the director...

of the Miss latina american|beauty pageant.

I understand|your plane was delayed,

I'm so sorry, but...

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