Get The Gringo Page #2

You called me fat.

Be careful, My Friend, you'll hurt my feelings.

Let me tell you somethin'.

There's a little, skinny guy inside o' me.

And you know what that guys is sayin?

He's sayin' somethin' stinks about you.

And I'm gonna find out what it is.

- Nice meeting you.

- You, too, thanks for coming by.

- Yeah, don't sweat too much.

- Aw, I never do.

The Ugly American...I thought

it was me until he turned up.

I didn't like him

sniffin' around my business.

- Hey! You speak English?

- Yeah!

I'm looking for a place to live

and you look like the guy that knows.

Real estate is a high commodity.

What you're looking for?

Nothing special.

Here we are!

Nothing special! There is a common

bathroom for ten on the south side

TV and cable are additional if you want it.

Fan, blanket and towel are complimentary.

Welcome.

Perfect!

Well, this must be Cell Block A.

Gives a whole new meain' to doin' "Hard Time".

A special wing for special inmates.

I guess you had to know someone to get in.

What the F*** are you looking at?

F***!

Okay, so escaping is frowned upon.

It's harder than it looks, Handsome...

breaking out.

I don't know, it looks pretty easy to me.

You can buy anything in El Pueblito...

except your way out.

- Even Javi has to come back when he goes out.

- Who's Javi?

He runs the Joint. He lives up there,

where the rich people live.

Ah, the guy with the cheesy

bathrobe and the cell phone.

- Yeah! Cigarette?

- No! What do ya mean when he goes out?

Check this out...dinner,

soccer matches, whatever.

But even HE has to come back.

Wow! He's really got a good

thing going for him in here.

Oh, yeah!

He's gonna die, the worthless a**hole!

- Hum?

- I'm gonna kill him.

- Okay! Why? What did he ever do to you?

- It's personal.

- Oh, remind me to never rub YOU the wrong way.

- Cigarette?

- No, Kid, your mother has a vicious right!

- She asleep!

- She worked late last night.

- Yeah, I know. What does she do?

She works for Javi.

Last night was Casino Night.

- Hey! Who are those two guys?

- Ren and Stimpy?

The big guy, Caracas,

- that's Javi's brother.

- What about the little real estate cat?

Carnal? He's a cousin. He's a

useless prick. Even they hate him.

- Cigarette?

- No.

When I came in here they took blood from me,

I'm figuring it's not a health thing.

No sh*t!

Can I have a cigarette, for f***'s sake?

You know, the other day,

you told me you were special.

- How are you special? How are you special?

- F*** you!

You're so special, get your own f***in' cigarettes.

Quit moochin' off me,

I've got a 40 year habit, get lost!

Ah! Sunday. Visiting Day at El Pueblito.

Bring the whole family

to crapiest place on earth.

Enjoy out ever popular,

world famous, cavity search.

At twenty bucks a pop,

they were makin' a killing.

Hey, Kid, that's more than

a toothpick you got there?

- What's your plan?

- Stab him in the heart.

Oh! It's the aorta, the human cava. Those are pretty

deep blood vessels, chances are you'd miss.

- How about the stomach?

- Real Grab-Bag, full of guts: liver, spleen.

A quick treatment'd probably save his life.

- The neck?

- Yeah, good thinkin', the carotid.

Naw, too high for you, Kid, you'd need a ladder.

Typically, if you want to kill someone instantaneously

you go for the central nervous system or the brain.

Lights out.

Can I have a smoke?

I really need one.

No.

Not until you tell me

why you're so special around here.

- F***, you can't touch me!

- Why? If I do this, these guys are gonna kill me?

- You're holding out on me, Kid, spit it out!

- F*** you, you f***!

Just knock it off! Is that guy Javi is

your father? Is that's why they protect her, huh?

You're a mosquito! Sit the f*** down!

A man who won't level with you,

that's a man you can't trust.

You don't ever talk to me again.

Get lost, Kid!

He killed my father.

I was seven when I came to live here.

My parents were doing 15...drug trafficking.

Javi needed a new liver,

and my dad was a perfect match.

Same rare blood type.

He has my father's liver.

I want to cut it out of him

and bury it with my dad.

Okay

But what's the deal with you?

- He's going to need another liver.

- F***!

Marked as you ARE...special.

That's why they took my blood.

- Bingo, Gringo.

They test everyone,

but I'm the only match.

I got put on the Inside at 14.

I tried to f***-up somebody I really hated...my dad.

I wish someone woulda killed him,

I woulda given him a cigar!

He'd been beatin' up on my mom...

the 3rd time that week I snapped finally

and went to work on him with a baseball bat.

The only mistake I made?

I didn't kill him.

That's why I ended up in the Shitter the first time.

So, ya gotta be careful, Kid.

If you're gonna do this thing,

do it right, otherwise

they'll fry your balls off.

And although you're not using

'em at the moment, trust me,

someday soon you're gonna

want those puppies workin'!

You don't want to kill Javi.

You NEED to kill Javi...

before he kills YOU.

Here, look at this.

I was a sniper. Snipers work in two-man teams.

- I need a spotter, you know, for the gig.

- Why, you gonna shoot him?

It's not about that,

it's about watching and waiting.

We'll see, we'll get 'im.

Yeah, f***ers live too long.

Come here.

What did ya find out?

Hey, fellas!

Who the f*** are you?

I'm with the U.S. Consulate in Tijuana...really.

- Are you a cop?

- Naw...

- Couldn't pass the physical.

- So, what do you want?

No, what do you want?

The man who drove this car

or the guys who're spending the money?

Both.

One-stop shopping, welcome to Costco.

- Yeah, here's my membership card.

- Aw, come on. take it easy, Cowboy.

All I want is the joy of seeing justice done,

it'll be for the right price, I'm not greedy.

Hell, I'll get you a picture.

I'll take it to him...personally. Huh?

How do you like them apples?

That's Magno, he's running in 4th. There's no way

he can beat Blue Demon Junior...he's a champion.

For him, it's...Tzaltar's like the best.

They're like the sh*t. Man.

Before my dad got locked away

we were supposed to see this match.

Hey, give me that, you...

you gotta knock this sh*t off, Kid.

C'mon, get yourself another habit...sugar!

Here, get yourself an ice cream.

- All right! Thanks!

- Bring me back the change.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Play the money?

Well, ya know, he worries too much,

and he needs to be a kid for a while.

Why, you gonna hit me again?

He does worry too much.

Today he looks happy.

He talks about you,

told me about your dad,

and how you talked him out off something stupid.

- That's not easy.

- No, he's smart, he listens.

- He doesn't talk to many people.

- No.

Want a beer?

Okay.

Oh! I have a visitor.

I'm sorry. I'll take you up on

that beer later. Thank you.

Well, howdy, Buckaroos!

You all! You look sharp!

Thank you for your financial

contribution to our families.

Don't mention it.

We took care of Frosty, by the way.

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