Drama\Mex

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F***ing a**hole. F***ing a**hole.

F***ing a**hole.

I'll have...

a clericot.

I don't know, Fer,

it's just that I think

I've got the right to see you.

What right?

And don't call me Fer, Chano.

Are you brain-dead or what?

The only right you have

is to shut your stupid gob.

So what? You think because

we had a scene once,

you can cruise in when you f***in'

feel like it and I'm gonna fall all over you?

Chano, you ripped off my father, you moron.

You robbed my father.

And what you did to me,

you half-witted shithead.

You're a turd, garbage!

A slimy worm who thrives on his own crap.

No. You're not even garbage.

You're nothing, you're invisible! Nothing at all.

You make me so f***ing angry, you jerk.

You're so full of sh*t,

you make me want to puke.

See that? I even pay my bills now.

Tips and all.

You are so pathetic.

You think you're funny, it's all a big joke?

- Martn, can you put it on my tab?

- Sure, no problem.

- See you.

- Take care.

Seriously, Chano. Isn't it painful

not having self-respect or shame?

I don't know. I guess I'd like to be

different or something,

but I sure ain't suffering over it.

What's worst is that

you think you're being so cool,

but what you don't realize

is that everyone thinks

you're a half-wit, trapped in the past.

Well, maybe they're...

You see? You don't give a damn.

Makes me sick.

Haven't you noticed we've all grown up?

You still act like a stupid kid,

thinking it's cool

to be the class clown.

I mean, just look at what you're wearing.

You've got to be kidding.

They're from my work,

and nobody thinks I'm the class clown.

That's what you think.

You wouldn't believe how many people

congratulated me when you left.

Nobody loves you!

You think I care if those prissy

little faggots like me or not?

So, tell me? You found yourself

a little Romeo yet?

Really?

- Yes, Chano.

- Who?

Who?

- You don't know him.

- Who is he? He must have a name.

His name is Gonzalo.

Gonzalo?

No way! I know him! Are you for real?

Gonzalo? How low can you go?

I can't believe it. For real?

So, does he make you happy?

More than I've ever been.

How weird. You always

wanted to live with a yuppie.

He's not a yuppie,

and you can cut the crap!

I have much more fun with him

than I ever did with you.

Uh-huh, Fernanda, yeah.

Sure thing, Fer!

Seriously, Chano, do something

with your life. You're pitiful.

Au revoir.

- Cut the international crap, Fer, okay?

- Go away, loser.

Hello? Lore?

Guess who I was with just right now.

Chano, Lore. I swear it...

Wait, let me see...

Get lost. What do you want?

I'm not letting you in.

Yeah, I answered the door,

and Chano was standing there

with his moronic half-wit face.

I don't know. He's a loser.

It was incredible, but...

No, no, no, I already had a go at him.

The truth is, I realized I never loved him.

I'll call you back.

What now Chano? What?

What you mean, what?

Chano, what's wrong with you?

- Let go of me!

- Keep still!

What?

Chano, stop!

What are you doing?

Chano, stop!

- Shut up, b*tch.

- Chano, stop!

- Shut up, Fer.

- Not like this.

I want you.

- Use a condom.

- Come off it, b*tch. I'm raping you.

- Take my shirt off.

- Yes.

Hold on.

- I can't.

- Hold on.

Chano!

Damn you, Chano!

What a fool.

Give me a cigarette.

No, no, no, no!

What's with...

Now what?

Jesus, Chano,

you tore all my clothes.

So, where were you?

Around.

I got a job on a cruise ship.

You?

Yeah, I was the piano player.

I don't believe you.

No bullshit. I had to dance

with the grannies, too.

- Were you a gigolo? Truth?

- I was the piano player.

- And a boy toy for the grannies.

- That, too.

Hello, little rat.

Did you miss me?

How much?

Why didn't you take me with you?

It's the least you could have done,

after stealing my father's money.

What are you doing?

What are you up to?

Talk about stupid.

I'm such an idiot.

I waited months

for you to come back for me.

Chano, Chano, what are you doing?

Chano, come here.

So, what's your father doing now?

Same as always. Living off his hotels.

Fernanda!

Fernanda!

- Fer?

- What?

How come the house is such a mess?

After my parents' big fight,

my father moved into his office.

That's why the house is falling apart.

It's a f***ing mess,

nobody lifts a finger here anymore.

They're still looking for you, you know.

If he sees you, you'll end up

in the can for sure.

So where do you live?

Where you left me, you a**hole.

Fer, I'm asking you.

Are you living here with your little boyfriend?

All right, you bastard,

you've f***ing had it, now.

Fer, what are you doing?

I missed you so much, you little rat.

Give me the payroll.

But it's not deposited

until tomorrow, sir.

Exactly, give it to me. I'll deposit it.

But the deposit isn't due till tomorrow, sir.

Precisely my point.

Very well.

But I will need you to sign for it, sir.

That way I'm covered.

Come in.

What is it, Jaime?

Yes, but of course.

Well, I don't think it was

anything to get angry about.

No, there's no problem.

Well, for me at least.

Yes, yes.

I thought you weren't

coming home for dinner.

So what's all this, then?

I'm talking to you.

Drinking?

I'm talking to you.

What's the matter?

What do you think of your father?

He's drinking.

Do you want something to eat, son?

I already told you, Mom.

I don't eat meat anymore.

Dad, will you give me the money

to buy some boots?

Where's your sister?

I don't know, in her bedroom, depressed.

Hey, Dad, I really need those boots!

Take me.

The national team won their game.

Look, "I'd love to meet you".

That phrase is used by a lot of people.

"I'd love to meet you".

And, well, since the first time they see you,

they start talking about superficial

subjects, please don't take offense...

it's also rather ridiculous,

but what can you do?

No way you're gonna start

telling them about being

Aristotle's cousin, true?

Yeah.

That's terrible.

Your mom.

No, no, don't worry... yes...

Yes, if I hear anything, I'll let you know.

Really, I promise.

But calm down, will you, sis?

If I hear anything, I'll let you know.

But relax, huh? Bye.

Mariana, your mother is hysterical.

If she finds out you're here...

Yeah, I know,

but I'm totally fed up with her.

But don't you think

you should at least call her?

- I can't cope with her any longer.

- So what, then?

You can't stay here forever.

- I'll straighten it all out tomorrow.

- Come on, Mom, let me sleep!

So...

- What's the plan, then?

- Let's go some place.

The boss is away so I can

take you to have some really good

Pias Coladas, what do you say?

Hi.

We have to get you an ID

so you can get into the bars.

- Yeah, otherwise, no way.

- And fix your hair.

And steer clear of the Mexicans.

They're the worst.

And you can forget about the Chilangos.

They always rob you.

Once you spot a possibility,

move in and make a sexy mouth.

What's a sexy mouth?

Caleto!

Jenny, what gives, Jenny?

How you doin'?

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