El Gringo Page #7

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Dad.

Julia?

She must've gone out

to buy something.

Julia?

Were you calling me, Edgar?

Nice photo, huh?

What have you done with Julia?

That's what I ask you,

my friend.

Where is my money

and that whore?

I don't know anything about

any money or any whore.

I'll ask again.

Where is my money

and that c*nt?

Get his old man!

- Get him!

- What is this?

Calm down!

- Don't! Don't!

- Hold him down!

- Bring the old man here.

- Stop! Let me go!

Wait, man!

- Wait!

- Hold him!

- That's enough!

- Wait! Let's talk!

- Hold him down!

- Wait!

Gag him! Come on!

- Gag this old prick!

- Dad!

Dad!

- That's enough.

- We'll only bleed you a little bit.

- Scalpel, Rato.

- Scalpel.

Where will it be?

- The spleen.

- I can get the appendix here.

The appendix will bleed

too much and he will die fast.

It can't be...

- So? Appendix or spleen?

- Spleen.

- It's not easy to get it right.

- Just f***ing do it!

Dad! Dad!

Dad...

- Injection, Rato.

- Alright.

- Done.

- One down.

Edgar?

Your father suffered a small

incision in his spleen...

he will bleed a little...

but with this injection

he will live for more six hours.

Okay?

Is your father diabetic?

Son of a b*tch!

Well, this way

you make my job harder.

- We need to check his pressure.

- Six hours, Edgar.

I'll wait for your call.

- Bring the old man.

- We need to check his pressure.

F*** his pressure!

Just bring him!

But we need to monitor him.

Cut it! Just do it!

Come on!

Julia! Where were you?

- Where were you?

- Are you ok?

Where were you?

I was buying

some fresh clothes for us.

I was looking from the hall.

- Did you see my father?

- I did.

They pierced my father

with a f***ing sword!

Is your father alive?

Is he dead?

- I don't know...

- Is your father alive?

- Are you hurt?

- I only have six hours...

You're limping.

Did they hurt you?

Walter?

- They took my father.

- Why all this sh*t?

I need to do that thing

I asked you.

Do you understand?

Do you remember

everything I said?

Can I trust you?

Here, boss.

Say it, boy.

Bet my balls that you would call.

So, I want to make a deal

with you.

What deal? I'll give your

money back, what else?

But now your situation's

got worse.

Who told you

I just want the money?

- There's one more thing.

- Say it. I'm listening;

The girl is the only thing

that's non-negotiable.

The girl is mine.

Right?

So, that's what I have in mind.

You are free. You and your father

can go to hell, I don't care.

I only have half the money.

- What about the other half?

- I've spent it.

I got you.

It's your compensation

for the girl, right? Okay.

I'll let you have half the money,

pretty boy.

Is that a deal?

I choose the place,

and only one car...

If I see a second car, I quit.

And f*** you all!

They're here.

Come on, pickup the old man!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop right there, Edgar!

Dad?

- Get the woman here.

- Get off me!

- Give me the bag.

- Edgar!

- Edgar!

- I missed you, baby.

You shouldn't have done

that to me.

So, Edgar...

did you enjoy my girl?

You have balls indeed,

you'll keep half the money.

Unfortunately, you won't

be able to use it.

Guys, to wrap it up...

I would like to read a passage

from a text I really appreciate...

a text about death.

Death gives meaning

for our life...

and even more importantly...

death creates

a special value for time.

If our time in this life

were undetermined...

life itself would

lose its meaning.

We would probably be butt-naked

and wielding spears.

Death is nature's

most powerful agent...

it comes to take away the old

and make room for the new. It is true.

Our efforts to avoid it...

and turn our short stay here into

something minimally memorable...

is our reason."

isn't it?

That is, there is life

only because there is death.

"La muerte".

See you tomorrow,

ladies and gentlemen.

The boy traded you,

did you know that?

He sold you for half the money.

That's the jungle, baby.

Every man for himself.

But did you really think that

after all this I'd let you walk?

Especially if you have

my son in your belly.

- Maicon?

- What?

Can I tell you something?

Say it, baby.

I lied to you.

What?

The baby is not yours.

It's Edgar's.

And there's one more thing.

It's a girl.

- Julia!

- Crazy chick!

Stop! Stop!

Stop this sh*t!

Listen, son!

What about that red thing,

what the f*** is that?

Well, this one is different,

want to see? I'll show you.

This one, have a look...

We connect and then...

It works the same, but as inverse.

Right, the same,

but I didn't get sh*t!

Bye, see ya!

Thanks, auntie!

What happened, Maicon?

I don't believe it!

Son of a whore!

Now I'm gonna kill this b*tch!

Sometimes we need stand away

from the paper...

...to understand the whole sketch

with more clarity.

Welcome to my plan.

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