Gueros Page #5

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They may mock me and call me a liar,

but, I'm telling you,

I'm alive because God exists.

For God, "All our righteous acts

are like filthy rags."

Now, I want to vindicate myself

through good deeds.

I want to start a new life

and give testimony as a Jesuit priest

and serve young people.

Let me tell you something.

I remember -

I remember my grandma telling me,

"No matter where you go, behave."

Like it says in the Koran -

"A man without hope is like a beast."

Forgive me for wanting to cry,

but I have experienced that

and it stayed with me.

What now?

How do we get out of here?

For them to come and stay here,

you have to put your hands here

and move them like this.

They think you are in heat.

- Did you see?

- They got excited.

Hello?

Hello?

Mom.

Ana?

Who were you calling, Furia?

Furia, come pick me up!

Yes, and he says he's going

to heal the sh*t out of you.

So?

He's not here.

He hasn't been here all week.

Since he was hospitalized.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, they checked.

I told you, man.

- But he's alive.

- But he's not here, I told you so.

The good news is,

it seems the cleaning woman

looks after him.

So we can wait for her shift to start

and ask her.

Okay.

When does their shift end?

Ready?

Why did you bring me here?

You're always talking about him.

There he is.

Relax.

Breathe.

You're such an idiot.

Take a good look.

He's really beautiful.

His gaze,

weary of watching the bars pass by,

retains nothing else.

He thinks the whole world

is looking through those bars.

And beyond that,

nothing.

I taught you about Rilke.

- Tell me something.

- One thing.

Why didn't you invite me out

firs! semester?

I did, we went to the Cineteca.

Yeah, with Furia.

You were the third wheel.

Why didn't you invite me before?

The truth?

The truth.

Were you looking for me?

Hello.

He took all my records.

Do you know if he still plays?

I think he pawned his guitar

a longtime ago.

I don'! know.

Sorry I can'! help you.

May I?

My brother wanted him to sign it.

Of course not.

I haven't seen this in years.

This picture was taken at Avandaro.

How do you know?

Because that's me.

I didn't know he played at Avandaro.

He didn't.

They took this picture the day

before he was to play.

Do you really want to hear this?

It was taken on the first day

of the Avandaro festival on September 11.

Epigmenio was to play

on day two before El Tri.

So why didn't he play?

He hit on the girlfriend

of the producer, Armando.

You.

We all used to hit

on each other back then.

Armando and Epigmenio were best friends.

We'd been at the concert all day.

We were really stoned.

Epigmenio started in about

how we three should make love.

We started to kiss, first Armando and me.

Then, Epigmenio

was kissing Armando, then me.

So far so good.

Bu! Epigmenio wanted to be with me.

He started grabbing me.

Armando told him to slop.

So Epigmenio proposed a bet.

He said,

"If I can take your woman's clothes off

without touching her,

I spend the night with her."

Armando, who was really wasted,

accepted the challenge.

Epigmenio turned to me and said,

"Take off your clothes, Isabel."

And I did...

without him touching me.

Bu! he traded a concert for a woman.

Bu! what a woman.

I think it was stupid.

We had all been looking forward

to his set.

All of us who knew about music.

When you heard Epigmenio, you felt -

I don'! know.

You felt like you went far from home.

We all wanted to go far from home.

If they had given him a chance to play,

all those kids

would have discovered him.

Bu! he always spoiled things.

He always spoils things.

He left something behind.

I don't think it will be much help.

He's been drawing

on these place mats for years.

He was kind enough to leave me

four boxes of that crap a! home.

And where is this Viejos Lobos cantina?

Is Texcoco far?

- Not very.

- Yes, very.

...to a father that was our everything,

who always gave sound advice,

who was loving to his wife -

Are we really going

all the way to Texcoco?

On the other hand, we have one more

ma! says the following.

We thank God for all the beautiful

moments we spent together -

Sh*t!

Sh*t. F***, the march.

- What march?

- Oh, no, it's really late.

How could I have forgotten?

What a dumb-ass!

I don't think you can make it.

They mus! be looking for me.

Who's going to be looking for you, Ana?

Furia.

Ana, better never than late.

There's no one at the station,

they all went to the march.

This is the traffic report.

Students are marching

to the airport from Zocalo square.

Two main thoroughfares are closed.

You lucky ones listening to us

at home, don't go out.

Now let's listen to this pretty tune -

...Canning Company Inc. would like

to express our profound regret

for the unfortunate accident of

our driver, Alejandro Zarate Cotija

who was found dead after five days

in a parking lot

inside the vehicle he always

drove for the company.

We wish we had found him earlier.

Would someone notice if we were dead?

This is a terrible loss

for our company

and we mourn him

together with his loving family.

EAS Wait a minute, a**hole!

Stop running!

Stop running, a**hole!

Chill out, man!

Stop running, a**hole!

- Don't be stupid.

- Hold on, man.

We're cool.

Let's go, man.

Come on, man.

THAT'S HOW IT GOES SOMETIMES

We've already driven past here.

No, we haven't.

You missed the last exit for Texcoco.

- I told you to turn right.

- No, you said, "Straight?

- Right.

- You said, "Straight?

He said, "Right?

Shut up.

You were sleeping.

Al least I don'! get lost.

Things that start with a "C."

For example:
casa.

We're going to die

and it's your fault.

How is it my fault?

Listen, idiot. How is it my fault?

- I live really far away from him.

- It's your f***ing fault.

Go f*** yourself.

- Shut the f*** up!

- F***ing idiot!

F***ing hell!

All they're doing is sleeping

and playing dumb!

And I get to be the idiot

who drives them all over the place!

- Are you okay?

- What was that?

- What was that?

- Are you okay?

It was those dudes,

over there on the bridge.

Son of a b*tch.

- What are you doing?

- Follow us!

Why did you do (hat, dumb-ass?

- Why did you do that?

- All right, already.

You're going to take us home

and pay for the windshield.

Sombra!

Why do you drop bricks from bridges?

Why do you drop bricks from bridges?

What the hell were you thinking?

Shall I go straight or turn around?

I'm talking to you!

Don't hit him, idiot.

He's just a kid.

Straight or right?

Right.

Why do you drop bricks from bridges?

- There's the cantina.

- What cantina?

Viejos Lobos, man.

- You're kidding.

- It's right there!

Back there.

Look, man,

we have business there.

When we come out, you're going

to take us home and pay us.

I'm going to let you go

and you wait here.

Deal?

All right.

Boss, give me four oatmeal pulques

and whatever the gentleman

at the table is drinking.

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