Drama\Mex Page #2

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- Good.

- That's so good.

We haven't met. Ah, Yahaira?

Marta, how're things, my little chickies?

- Now then, who are you?

- She's my friend, Tigrillo.

- She's gonna become a Yahaira.

- Oh, a Yahaira, eh?

Except I don't understand about

how to make a sexy mouth.

- It's like what Paulina Rubio does.

- How?

- Ooh baby...

- Haven't you seen her?

Look, it's like this.

As if you'd just bitten a chili.

- Like this?

- No, like this.

Like this.

Oh, honeychild,

it's the first thing you gotta learn.

- Like this?

- Like this.

Oh, yeah, real sexy,

like Madonna, oh, yeah.

- Like this?

- How?

Oh, girlie, you must know.

Where are you from?

You got it!

So, when you find yourself

some rich-looking dudes,

you move in on them and ask them

if they want a massage.

If they don't speak Spanish, you say

"Want massage and oral relaxation?"

They all say yes, but just

don't ever go into their rooms.

- How do you say it?

- "Re-lax-ation."

But don't let them touch you,

or get you into their room,

or your done for.

Look, those fat guys

are the "Never fails."

The what?

Look, we're the "You hire us" and

those over there are the "Never fails".

They're old and they've got fat asses.

That's why they hate us.

They're so pissed

they even hit us the other day

'cause we took off with

some real smooth dudes.

And if they see you with us,

they'll want to hit you.

Yeah, so be real careful,

'cause they hit hard.

Well, seems like these guys are sucked in,

but there's only three, so we'll catch you later.

- Find yourself one, sis.

- But I...

- Don't let them take your clothes off.

- I want to go with you.

Hello.

Hello.

Buddy! Buddy!

- Buddy, buddy, do you want a room?

- Yes, for a night.

- Can I get your luggage?

- No, thank you, I don't have any.

The keys are in the door.

If you need anything, just ask for it.

Fine.

F***ing brilliant.

- How much is it?

- 28 pesos.

Don't you have any change?

Nope.

Oh, you're American?

Let me see yours.

It will grow, I promise.

- What are you doing here?

- What?

What do you mean what?

What are you doing here?

Just hanging, can't you see?

Get lost.

Nope.

We were here first, so move it, jerk.

Well, I'm not moving. So how about that?

If you don't move,

I'll beat the crap out of you.

What?

- I will beat the crap out of you.

- What?

That I will beat the crap out of you.

So I'm asking you nicely, beat it.

- Cool.

- No "cool." I mean it, you creep, piss off.

- You piss off.

- You!

You.

You.

Cool.

Fat sluts!

Hello.

How you doing, mister?

Fine, just fine.

Hey.

- Are you tired?

- What?

- I asked if you're tired.

- Yes, a bit.

Do you want a massage

with relaxation?

No, not right now.

- Come on.

- I said no.

Come on.

- No.

- Then buy me a drink.

- What?

- Then buy me a drink.

I said no.

Miserable old tightwad.

Yes, so?

No good.

You probably don't have

any money, anyway.

Real cool, mister.

Have a blast of a time

here in boredom-land, mister.

Cool vibe, man.

What's your trip, you old fart?

Go laugh at your mother, a**hole.

What?

I'm hungry.

So are we gonna take off or what?

I don't know.

- Do you love me?

- No.

No?

- Then neither do I.

- That's cool.

Come on, Chano, seriously.

What?

- Do you love me?

- I said yes.

Chano, you make me want to puke.

I make you want to puke?

- Yeah.

- Why?

Because you're a coward.

I'm not a coward, okay?

Prove it.

- You're so silly!

- You asked for it, Fernanda.

I mean it, Chano, prove it!

Okay, okay, okay.

We'll get some money together

and split from here.

- Just like that?

- Uh-huh.

I don't know.

I can't just leave like that.

Why not? It's your decision.

Gonzalo would totally lose it,

and I really do care about him.

It's your call.

- Okay. Did you like it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Where do you want to go?

- Any place you want.

Mexico City or Yankeeland, if you want.

- Yeah, right. How?

- That's the cool part.

Why?

Because we're gonna

ask your father for the money.

Chano, you're a nut case.

If my father sees you, you're dead meat.

You robbed him.

He'll make sure they lock you away.

Social justice, babe.

What's the problem?

You really are one crazy,

sick dude, Chano.

- You're stark raving mad!

- You're a little coward.

A little coward.

A little coward. Then stay in Crapapulco.

I'm out of here.

If you ever leave me again,

I'll kill you. Okay?

This is just fantastic.

- You outdid yourself, mister.

- You see?

So, what should I call you?

Me? Eh, Jennifer.

But they call me Tigrillo.

Where did you come from, Tigrillo?

We're from D.F.,

but the story is a bit more complicated

because my mother

was a very famous singer.

But she died in a plane crash.

So I guess I'm kind of

half an orphan, or something,

because, well, I'm actually

looking for my father.

He's Italian.

I've never actually met him, you see.

So what do you think?

Are you gonna ask me more questions?

Or is that it?

No, no more.

Are you ready to order?

Yes, I'll have...

a jug of clericot

and the shrimps au naturel.

- And for you, sir?

- The same for me.

- Will that be all?

- Yes.

What do you think we are to each other?

I don't know.

What are we to each other?

Father and daughter? Or lovers?

I don't know, Jennifer. We'll work it out

as we see how things go, okay?

Cool.

This is really great, mister. I was starving.

You want one?

See those two?

Yes, what about them?

That girl...

has another boyfriend,

and I think she's cheating on him.

That's dreadful.

I'll say.

But maybe it's not,

because her boyfriend is an a**hole.

Even so, it's not right.

Don't you be like her when you grow up.

No way. I'm not into all that boyfriend stuff.

It turns ugly in like two seconds.

You'll see, later you'll be chasing them.

Not me. Never.

Nothing but suffering.

Besides I already have you, don't I?

I don't know, Jenny.

I don't think I'll be around for very long.

Come on, call me Tigrillo.

Tigrillo.

Easy does it.

It's her, dude! So, Fernanda

turned out to be a whore.

The sh*t's about to hit the fan, bro.

What a slut!

Okay, you a**holes,

Kabul is going into act!

What? Are really gonna tell Gonzo?

It's gonna be heavy.

He's really hung up on her.

No way, f***er, rules are rules.

If my b*tch was playing me

and you bastards kept it from me, and...

I'd kill you a**holes.

- I'd kill you.

- Blood oath.

- Heart of Stone, you bastards!

- Blood oath!

- Heart of Stone!

- Heart of Stone!

Kabul! Kabul! Kabul!

"PLEASE DON'T PEE

IN THE REFEREE'S BOX"

Everyone, stay alert, concentrate!

Don't leave it up there, keep moving!

- Motherf***er!

- Come on, a**hole!

You can't beat me, f***er.

Move up!

Move your ass, man!

No way. Hey sir, it wasn't, sir!

Changa! Hey, everyone.

Come down! Juan, I said everyone!

To the left, Changa! Right there!

Come on, run faster,

take it out from there!

You can't beat me, prick!

You can't beat me, f***er!

Why bother shooting

if you ain't gonna score?

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