Compadres Page #3
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- 2016
- 101 min
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It's a long story.
We got time.
We got time.
My pleasure.
Where did you get that?
What about the Internet?
Doesn't work.
If it's broken, I can maybe
try to fix it for you.
My dad wants me
to stay here forever.
But doing what?
What do you wanna be?
Maybe I can go
to L.A. with you...
and try to become...
you know...
You're beautiful.
You could be anything.
become a hooker?
You know, I like
taking pictures.
What do you like
taking pictures of?
Me.
Do you wanna see them?
Sure.
Do you like them?
Uh...
Yeah.
By the way, I didn't mean
to call you a hooker.
But if that's really what
you wanna do, then just...
charge a lot of money.
I will!
Is everything ready?
Oh, yes. Yes.
Okay, I...
I'm gonna let you work,
and I'm going to bed.
Let's get to work.
Stop!
I press this button, all
the money goes to the FBI.
It'll be gone forever.
Valeria?
Vic...
Let her go!
Let her go!
We're f***ed.
Grandpa is f***ed.
I might have met the
one girl in the world
and I'll never see her again.
Everything is so f***ed!
Yeah. You're right,
you know?
Maybe I should have just went
back to that cop Dalton.
Yeah, you should've.
What are we gonna do, man?
You can't give up now.
Cell phones
can be traced, right?
Yeah.
Let's go get your 35 grand.
I thought we said 40.
Sounds good to me, man.
Mmm-hmm. Mmm.
Here.
40 grand.
Get your life together, okay?
Get a girlfriend or...
take your grandpa to Poland.
Thank you, Diego.
What are you gonna do?
Sounds like a suicide mission.
Nah.
I have to find her.
Promise me you won't die.
I swear.
Do you believe in god?
Who do you swear to?
I swear to you.
Hurry up.
The bus is waiting.
Bye.
You guys want $10 million?
Who's the kid now? Huh?
That's for the shoes.
What a b*tch!
They're gone.
Okay, you're clear.
Let's get you out of here, kid.
You're in some deep sh*t.
Ever spend time
in a Mexican prison?
What? No!
Watch your head.
I'll come visit.
Thanks.
You take care of him.
I will.
Okay.
I was starting to miss you.
Yeah?
No.
Let's get some coffee.
Okay.
I only asked you for one beer.
You're not a cop anymore.
But you know what?
You don't need a badge.
Eh!
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