Chasing Papi Page #5

Haven't you ever|heard of people saying...

"rather have a root canal," when they|don't want to do something?

No, but you would rather have|two root canals than to blow this deal.

Look here, Victor.|Tonight is the night.

We make this pickup,|and then we are in with the big boys.

Are you almost finished?

Let's... let's go.|- Okay. Okay.

I'm miserable, you know?|You could be a little more sensitive.

Ladies, you are late.

Rodrigo.

The last thing I picture you doing|on the internet is buying a car. Here.

Great car.|Really roomy.

The radio sticks a little bit.

Where's the bag?|- What?

Where is the bag?

The bag?|- Where is the bag? The bag with the money.

Oh, my god.|Was it supposed to be in the trunk?

Look, don't play|with me, little girl.

I object to you calling|her a little girl.

And who the hell are you?|- I am a woman with a conscience.

You're about to be a woman without|a pulse, if we don't get that bag back.

It's back at our hotel. Yeah.

I didn't know about a bag of luggage.|- Well, I don't.

Why did you say it?|- I'm stalling. This is all your fault.

What are they talking about?|- Okay, okay. Okay.

Please! Break it up. Man!

Please, okay? You know? Every time women|get together they go like this all the time.

We're just gonna go|to the hotel, get the bag...

and we're gonna|bring it to you.

Yes.|- Not so fast, senorita smiles.

Victor's coming with you.

Huh?|- No, no, no.

That's really not necessary.

He coming too?|- Wha... I...

Hey, hey, hey.|I gotta put ice on my jaw, okay?

I really don't wanna take|a ride with them, all right?

You know what? You are going, unless you|wanna stay here and explain this to the boss.

And I know you don't|really wanna do that, do you?

Nice move.|- Is that a plan?

What are we gonna do when we get|to the room and there's no money?

Yeah, then what?|- You got us into this mess.

Here we are.

There's a note!

Here, I'll get it. I'll get it.

"If you want your papi back, bring|the money to the don quixote puppet...

at the L.A. Latin festival|at 5:00 p.m., no cops."

No cops?|- L.A. Latin festival...

this is all your fault.|- Why is everything my fault?

It's not my fault.|- Hey, hey! Keep it down, please.

Where is the bag,|because that's not the bag.

It's full of underwears|and stuff. Where's the bag?

We didn't have to leave|Tomas to return stupid car...

you're Miss perfect.|Nothing is ever your fault!

Shut up! Shut up|so I can think. Please!

What? I live in new york.|No one touches my bag.

It's like I'm seeing you|for the very first time.

That was good.|- But where is Tomas?

And who are these thugs|and what was in that car?

I don't know,|but I'm going to find out.

Conga room.

Fala.|- Cici!

I need to find|that jerk, Ricky.

I don't know where he is. Are you in|L.A.? Have you see the Hollywood sign?

He set us up. Do you know about a bag of money|that was supposed to be in the car?

No. Ricky wouldn't|do anything like that.

He doesn't have any money.|Have you seen any movie stars?

I don't have time for this. Good-bye.|- Take pic...

Well?|- Well?

We have to find out|how to get to this festival.

Miss Puerto Rico!|We've been calling and calling!

I was so worried!

I love your glasses!|But this is a beauty contest. Lose them!

It's just you and me. Let's go.

Excuse me! We need|a map of the area.

How nice to have you back.|Shall we give it another go?

That was just a little misunderstanding.|- Of course.

What about the map?|- Whose adorable dog is that?

Hotel policy does not allow...

our four-legged family members to stay with us.|- Fifi, what's wrong?

Oh, I've seen a lot,|but this one's a real doozy.

No, I think he'll prove|very useful to us.

Yeah. Okay,|I'll see you there.

I'm just gonna make sure|they make it there too.

Okay. Bye.

And worldpeace.

Excuse me.

Miss Mexico,|how would you define beauty?

I believe beauty|does come from within...

but why not let your beauty|show on the outside...

and share it|with the whole world?

If you got it, flaunt it.

And like the great daisy fuentes said,|"we must all express our salsa gene...

"because it allows us to be...

as beautiful as we are."

Muchas gracias.

Thank you, Miss Mexico.|Ah, Daisy Fuentes:

Truly a voice of our generation.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure|now to introduce to you...

Miss... Puerto Rico.

Miss Puerto Rico!

Hello.

Fifi, what is it?|Come here. Come here.

Aw, they let you have a dog? How nice.|- Nobody let's me do anything.

I'm not a maid.|Not a maid.

You know, you just|keep tellin'yourself that.

I wake up every morning|and I say to myself in the mirror...

"I am a musician."

Fifi, what is it baby? Come here.

Would you stop fooling|around with that dog?

The money.|- The bag, it really was in the trunk.

I put Fifi's toy inside, thinking it was|my bag, but really it was the money bag.

It looks like my bag, but it was|last year's. The clasp is different.

Sorry.|- We don't have time for this.

Let's get Miss Puerto Rico,|and rescue Tomas.

Oh, man... how can three|defenseless girls get away from you?

I dunno what happened.|They pushed me. They kicked me.

What?|- I don't know what happened!

Victor, I'm not ready to die yet,|- I'm miserable.

And if we don't get|that money, we're dead.

Now look. We... we gotta|find these broads.

Okay. Okay, Rodrigo.|Don't yell at me.

I think they're|at the Don Quixote puppet.

The Don Quixote puppet|at the festival?

Yeah.

I'll meet you there.

When women realize that we|are the majority of this world...

the possibilities are endless,|but it is up to us.

I believe that as women...|- Check out the wonder bread.

Excuse you. Come on.

In every aspect|of our lives, right?

How would you respond to those who say|a beauty contest such as this...

does more for the object ifiication|of women, rather than women's rights?

I say, what better way to show that a woman|can be both beautiful and intelligent?

In fact, if chosen,|I plan to propose...

that all beauty contestants|are required to take entrance exams.

Absolutely!

What the hell|is she talking about?

Our goal, people,|should be to celebrate the diverse...

and the wonderful qualities|of today's latin woman.

We don't have time for this.|- In fact, I believe...

Stop that imposter!

I am the real Miss Puerto Rico.

I'm so sorry. Just a little misunderstanding...|- and that's my...

That wasn't very dignified|for a beauty queen.

Anyway, what would tell me|to go see Tomas?

I can explain this whole thing.

We really don't have time for this.|- What happened?

Whoo! What were|you doing up there?

It was amazing, Cici. I really had them.|They were hanging on my every word.

Girl, it wasn't words they were hangin' on.|- I learned from you.

Lorena! Lorena! Hey, we found the money.|- Really?

Let's go. We have to get|to that festival...

or we don't know what's|going to happen to Tomas.

I hope he's okay.|- We have to find a puppet...

I'm losing my mind.

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