Chasing Papi Page #6

Where am I?

Who are you?

Agent Carmen Rivera, F.B.I.

F.B.I.?

I-I-it... it's a federal crime|to date three women?

No, but it should be.

I'm missing out|on the whole contest.

You're a liar!|Get over it!

Yeah, focus, Lorena.|- Got the map?

Got it.|- Floor it!

What's happening?|- Buckle up, Romeo. We're going for a ride.

Are you arresting me?|- No, you're just the bait.

Your girlfriends|have something I want.

You know what? I think|we're gonna make it.

You know what? For a lawyer,|you make a hell of a beauty contestant.

You know what?|I don't know what got into me.

I never had that kind|of attention before. It was amazing!

I bet if the real Miss Puerto Rico|hadn't shown up, you would have won.

Stop it. You really think so?|- Definitely.

You think so?

You know what? For a cocktail waitress,|she's quite a mastermind.

Street smart.

You, patty, you can|really swing a lamp.

I know. Yeah. Yeah.|- Thank you. Thank you.

What was that?|- I don't know.

What's happening?|- We're running out of gas!

Cici!|- We're out of gas?

And they were all there at my house.|Can you believe that?

Well, you can't say|you didn't have it coming.

Nothing like this|has ever happened before.

What? Getting caught?|- No, falling in love with three women.

Oh, love. You call it love, hmm?|- Si, like neruda...

"I love in this way, because|I don't know any other way of loving."

Oh, my god.|You gotta be kidding me.

We're not gonna make it.|- Then we'll go to a gas station! There's a gas station.

Pull into the gas station.|- I see the gas station!

This isn't full service.

This isn't full service.|- Are you out of your mind?

Hurry! Hurry!

Perfect!|- We don't have time for this.

We need another ride.

Are you with me?|- Ahead of you.

You know how to do it?|- I don't know how to drive that thing.

You don't?|- No! What would I... I thought you did.

Why would I know how to drive a motorcycle?|- Why would I?

'Cause it seemed implied!

Do you wanna argue,|or do you wanna ride?

She doesn't know|how to pump gas...

but she knows|how to drive a motorcycle.

Vamonos!|- And she speaks spanish.

Hold on, chicas!

Sorry! We have to save|someone's lifie!

Hey, wait! That's my bike!|- We promise to bring it back!

Sad girls.

Talkin' 'bout bad girls.

Maybe through my childhood.

I was raised by so many women.

Mi madre, mis tias,|and three other sisters.

That's interesting. That's why the amount|of women never seem to be a problem.

That's it. That's it exactly!

You understand.|You are so smart.

Know what you need?|You need to spend some time alone.

You shouldn't cover your beautiful eyes|with such dark glasses.

Sit back.|- What? You have beautifiul eyes.

I hope you girls know|that stealing is illegal.

My mother's definitely gonna kill me this time.|- We're gonna give it back, okay?

Yeah.|- Yeah, but first we save Tomas.

oh, look! The hootchie mama's back.|She really wants Tomas!

Go! Go! Go!|- I'm trying.

Oh, my god!|There.

Ooh, they all are...

go, go, go!

No! Wait!|- Lean!

Damn.

Your girlfriends pulled through.

They must be tougher than they look.|- What?

They're here?|- That's right. Right on schedule.

Who knew?|- She should add Evel Knievel to her list of names.

There's the puppet!|- Let's go! Let's go!

Are they all together?

Enjoying the festival?

'Scuse me, 'scuse me.|The cops!

The note said no cops.|We can't take the risk.

What's wrong with your face?

My contact!|Help me find it!

Do you see it?|Do you see it? Come on.

Wait a minute.|I'll just take the other one out.

You look so much prettier|without all the money.

Thank you.|- I hope she can see.

It's Victor!|- She can see.

There's only one way out of this.|We can't let them catch us.

Where are we going?|- Dancers.

Dancers.|- We're not dancers.

I don't know|if we should do this.

This is gonna be easy. Just follow my lead.|- I can't do this!

I won't do it!|I don't dance!

Listen to me. This is the talent|portion of the pageant.

Convince the judges that you|are the real Miss Puerto Rico.

There they are. They're, like, ripping|each other's clothes off.

I don't care what's goin' on. I'm through|messing around with these, uh, "machacas".

Machacas, man?

This is it. You're gonna dance|and you're gonna win that crown.

It's a tiara.|- Whatever.

I've had lessons, but I don't know that|I'm ready for the stage.

In this case, less is more.

They can't stay|up there forever.

Yeah, you've obviously|never been to a salsa club.

Cici, those were expensive!

They look great.

Are you sure about this?|- Yes. We're safe here.

If we're on stage,|they can't get us.

We're the dancers.|Sorry we're late.

Lorena, dance!|Come on. Go!

Move around. Back like this.|- Now what?

I did it! Oh, my god!|- Good job.

Yeah. I 'm ready.

Ooh! Cici! Cici!

Let's go! Let's go!|- Thank you! We gotta run.

Come on. We gotta go.|- Whoever wrote that note still has Tomas and wants this money.

Who are those guys, anyway?

Grab my hands. Come on, Cici!|- They're coming!

Hurry! Come on!|We have to get to the puppet.

The note said 5:
00.

Stop right there!

F.B.I.

Drop the guns|and put your hands in the air.

Not you.

Throw the bag over there.|- What?

Give her the bag.|That's the girl from the matrix.

Oh, yeah. It is.

It is the girl from the matrix, yo.|The black and everything.

Shut up.|- Okay. Okay, please. Just don't yell. Please.

Cuff'em.|- Cuff'em. Come on.

Victor and Rodrigo|didn't get away this time.

Oh, man! Hey, is anybody|taping this? Ow! Ow!

Hey, listen. Can you tell your guys|to be a little less rough, you know?

Please. That's enough. Get outta here.|- Read them their rights.

We made it! We're alive.|- I didn't doubt us for a second.

What a team!|- All for one, and one for all!

Tomas!|- Tomas!

Where's Tomas?|- Tomas!

Good call not grabbing|the bag in Miami, Carmen.

Those boys are gonna lead us|right to whitaker.

And you to a promotion.

So, that guywas dating all three of them.|- It's a long story.

Hmm. He turned out|to be good bait.

I knew the perps would follow their money|and the girls would follow their man.

I drove a Harley, just like|you taught me. It was so cool.

I was Miss Puerto Rico.|- She was so beautiful!

I'm sorry.|I'm really sorry.

I never meant|for this to happen.

I fell in love|with all of you.

I don't think|i could ever choose.

Choose?

Tomas, I have been out of control|for, like, 36 hours now.

I've finally broken|free of my parents.

I know what's best for me.

So Fifi and I, we're|gonna go it on our own now.

Sorry.

Ayayay, Tomas.|What you did was very wrong.

But I 'm gonna thank you, because I've|done things I've never dreamt of doing.

I realized that|I don't need you to feel sexy...

and to have fun with my life, so if|you're thinking of choosing me, mm-mmm.

Don't.

And you, Cicita?

Ay, papi. Suddenly it seems|like I can do anything.

What I really|wanna do is dance.

I think the world|is ready for me now.

So I don't think|I need you either.

I'm sorry.

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