El Gringo Page #4

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If you have any problems,

you can talk to me.

I'm asking you to talk to me.

Alright?

Well, I think it's time to tell

Walter's story. And mine.

Our story.

Walter's story is divided

into B, E, and A.E...

Before Edgar and After Edgar.

Well, this is my cue.

This is the exact moment

when I enter Walter's life.

Ironically, the accident

brought Walter near my family.

My father was very touched

by his situation...

and offered him a job

at his restaurant...

as Walter had quit

being a teacher.

I managed to escape

prosecution...

and went for a break

to Miami, Florida, USA.

Velinha, here's the deal.

Pay attention.

Right.

The car with the money

is an armored car.

- The guys will be armed.

- We'll figure it out. Don't worry.

This f***ing air conditioner

isn't working. F*** that!

Man, I think we were born

in the wrong country.

- I hear you, man.

- You know where we could be?

Norway, what do you think?

New Zealand maybe.

- Yeah, New Zealand!

- New Zealand is cool.

Norway is cold,

and New Zealand only got kangaroos...

- Kangaroos are in Australia!

- Are you crazy?

- Look at that. What a beauty!

- What a ride, man!

- How many could we buy?

- Four. 500 grand a-piece.

- In Brazil...

- And where are we, man?

If you're abroad

you would buy in euros, dollars...

Euro!

He says it like a gringo, euro!

- A**hole!

- What's he doing?

- Run!

- Easy, this car is armored.

Don't worry, man

I'm gonna run him down!

- Motherf***er!

- F*** you, a**hole!

Get the motherf***er!

Wait!

F***, man!

This isn't water!

This is gasoline!

This is gasoline!

- Let's get out of here!

- Hurry!

I don't have it!

Come on, Pel!

Hurry!

You go! I'll cover you!

Go on! Get to their car!

Come one you fagot!

A**holes!

F***ed.

Go, Pel!

We're gangsters, son...

You've lost, n*gger!

Drop your gun. Do it!

Come on!

- Where's the money?

- There is no f***ing money.

Where's the f***ing bag?

- Where?

- Over there.

Don't point, n*gger!

- It's over there.

- Show it to me.

- Don't point! Move your ass!

- F*** you, kid.

Go on!

Open it, n*gger!

- There's a locksmith down the street.

- You're a funny guy?

- Sh*t.

- You're a funny guy?

Where's the key?

- It's in the car over there.

- You're a tough guy?

Come one!

Move your fat ass!

- Move it.

- You'd better kill me.

- Go ahead and kill me.

- Open it!

You open it.

It's armored.

Suck this, motherf***er!

This f*** armored!

So this is armored?

- Watch him!

- Go on, go on.

- Don't move!

- Motherf***er!

Wait, I'm opening it.

Wait, easy!

- Please, be patient!

- Come here.

Who will suck it now?

Wait! Easy, man!

Come on!

Easy, easy!

- Wait!

- Come on!

Motherfuckers!

Those guys robber us

on a shitty little motorbike!

Put your f***ing arms down.

F*** that sh*t!

We're f***ed!

Hi!

- Is it here?

- F*** no. Are you crazy?

Want me to walk around

with the candy?

It's in my car down there.

- Let's go.

- Come one, naughty boy.

Hi.

I'm where we have arranged!

What?

Are you kidding me?

What do you mean with

they've stolen the money?

That's way to weird!

I haven't told to anyone,

not even to my wife.

Ok! Ok!

We talk later, bye.

Son of a b*tch!

It's so weird!

Holy f***, man!

I'm telling you, you loony.

Be careful with that.

Do you know what's in there?

This is not for kids.

I'm not playing around.

Thanks, man.

You take care.

Time's runnin' out, man.

Things are tough.

I know, Maicon, but...

I don't know what to tell you.

Who would've thought this

could happen, you know?

- Do you have any more money?

- No, I don't. What?

Even If I had.

I say that cos' were the same

situation as the Portuguese guy.

What Portuguese guy?

- The one from the toilet joke.

- What joke, man?

The Portuguese guy dropped

a 10-dollar note in a toilet.

But it wasn't a clean toilet...

It was like a gas station one

covered in sh*t.

He didn't have the balls

to fish the note out.

You known?

What did he do?

He took a 50-buck note

and dropped it in the sh*t, too.

You see?

Then it all changed.

He changed the way

he saw things...

because now there were 60 bucks

there in the sh*t...

and for 60 bucks he was willing

to stick his hand in...

and that's how

he got all his money back!

That's really funny.

But you're here to solve

a very serious problem.

- Another problem.

- F***...

Your wife robbed me.

No, Maicon, Julia?

No, Josiane.

Do you have another wife?

No, Maicon. Not Julia.

Julia, your wife.

That f***ing snitch.

No, you're making a mistake.

She has nothing to do with it.

And to prove you're not

together with her in this...

You're gonna finish her.

No, Maicon, Julia is my wife...

Maicon, my wife!

For God's sake!

You must be kidding me!

Am I f***ing with you?

Do I look like

I'm f***ing with you?

Am I f***ing with you?

You choose, Henrique.

Either you finish the c*nt...

or we do you

and then we do her.

Don't do this!

Look at me.

Look at me, you f***!

Stop crying. You point

this gun in her face...

- No, Maicon.

- And you shoot.

Shoot her in the face,

do you understand?

Shoot her in the face.

Here. This is your job.

Hi, is it open?

Ju?

I need to talk to you.

Where are you?

Mr. M wants to see us.

It's because of the robbery.

He didn't want to talk

over the phone.

He sent me a text

with GPS coordinates.

He's getting meaner.

Where are we?

It's really far.

I'm just following the GPS.

No, Julia, don't tell me

you're having a fit again.

I can't breathe.

I'm scared.

- Scared of what?

- Of having a meltdown.

Relax. This is just your head,

you're fine. Let me grab you a pill?

- Ju!

- What is this?

- What is this?

- You ruined our lives!

- Are you crazy?

- Why did you do it?

You're pointing a gun at me!

- Shut up!

- Stop it! Turn away!

Why did you...?

Turn away from me!

- Turn away!

- Calm down...

You ruined our life!

I didn't do anything!

Let me explain what happened!

Calm down!

Let me speak. Listen.

Calm down, remember everything

We've been through.

Let your heart calm down.

Are you calmer now?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

Where are you going?

Come here! Wait!

Henrique?

Dear God.

That piece of sh*t robbed me

and he wanted to kill you!

- What are you saying?

- I found out.

It was this piece of sh*t

who planned the robbery!

- There's more...

- Are you crazy?

I called him and told him...

...that it you have

robbed the money

and to prove his innocence he'd

have to shoot you in the face.

- A**hole!

- Stop it, baby!

Are you crazy?

A**hole!

Why did you do this?

To be sure you were not

part of the scheme.

What if he had shot me?

I wouldn't let him do that

to my child.

- Don't touch me.

- It's a blessing in disguise.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

- I need to talk to you.

- Excuse me.

Go check upstairs.

- Well...

- I miss you.

The baby is yours, I'm sure.

I know.

Woman's intuition, right?

- Yeah, you could say that.

- That's great, Julia.

So, what are you doing?

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