Matando Cabos Page #2

But we take him out of there|as soon as we're outside.

Of course.

Don't be an a**hole.

I think we're f***ed.

They seem to know something.

Don't be stupid.

Those guys don't know anything.

So what do I do then?

Relax, man.|Just turn around and smile.

You think they noticed?

No, man. How could they?|They're just obtuse.

Okay, look for a place to park up front|and lets take him out.

Kiss my ass, man!|Where am I supposed to park?

- Watch out!|- God damn! F***ing a**holes!

Did you see that?|They almost hit me.

- You think they know?|- What?

Do you think they know|they're a**holes?

Because no one|ever tells them.

People just, you know,|give them the finger and honk.

But no one ever tells them|to their face.

Well, yeah.|But, I mean, come on.

You can't sink to that level|of stupidity without noticing.

Give me a f***ing break!

What?|What are you staring at, you fag?

Do I look like a fag?

Not really.|Maybe just a little soft.

What did you say, man?

I said I was going to screw|your mama.

What are you staring at,|you f***ing cross-eyed?

Cross-eyed... cross-eyed...|cross-eyed.

She's not coming because|you're f***ing cross-eyed.

What did you expect, my son?|You're f***ing cross-eyed.

Go.

Jesus Christ!

Sh*t, man. Sh*t!

That bastard's going to kill us.

There!

Whats that?

Did anyone see you?

The cops are downstairs. They want|you to give them all blow jobs.

- Don't be an a**hole, Nico.|- A**hole?

All right! Thats enough, okay?|Where do we put this guy?

Is he alive?

Thats none of your business.|Where do we put him?

This is my house and I never|agreed to store dead people.

Did I?

Listen, princess.

I don't know why you got|into this business.

Maybe because your family|is broke,

or because the money you get|isn't enough for your drugs,

or simply because your life|is so f***ing boring

you wanted to try|something dangerous.

I don't know and I don't care.

When I found you, I explained|to you what this was about.

And we made a deal. And in that deal,|I call the shots. I ask the questions.

You provide the answers.

Is that clear?

Now, where do we put him?

In the storage room in the back.

Thank you.

It won't start.

Sh*t. You were the one|who got me to insult that guy.

Yeah. But there are insults|and then there are insults.

Help me out, man. We don't know|if he's still alive in there.

What are you worried about?

If he's dead, then its not|our problem anymore.

Of course.|You're absolutely right.

You know,|I hadn't thought of that.

As a matter of fact, when the cops|get here we'll just say,

"Yes, Officer. He was in our trunk|in his underwear.

But he wasn't dead.|He just passed out."

Give me a break.

Okay.|So what are we going to do?

Hey, what if we call Ruben?

- Who?|- Mascarita.

Who?

Mascarita.|The wrestler.

Mascarita.|The ill-tempered one.

What happened to this great legend?

Born in Hiuchapan|in the state of Hidalgo in 1963,

he had a simple|country childhood.

"CHILDHOOD FRIEND"|Well, folks, by the time he made|it to elementary school,

he was already a legend.

He was someone|who loved wrestling.

He was very strong.

He also had a strong personality.

And I remember that he always|stood up to anyone.

From that day on, he began training|with farm animals

until he reached puberty.

He held many tough jobs:

Load lifter, miner,|cart puller.

But his fame began to rise

when he joined the security team|at a local disco.

Day after day he tested|his wrestling skills.

Until one day Avilo Dominguez,

founder of the Mexican|wrestling league, crossed his path.

I was looking for someone special.

I had traveled all over the country|and couldn't find anyone.

"PROMOTER"

Until I came to Huichapan,|Hidalgo and...

Mister Avilo!

- And I saw Mascarita standing|at the door of a club.

I knew right then I had my star.

After that meeting, Mascarita became|a full-time wrestler.

He traveled with Avilo in the big city

and trained until he became|the most famous wrestler of all.

But his addiction to drugs,|alcohol and women

would soon put an end|to his success.

Yes, of course,|I met him.

"EXOTIC DANCER"

He was so generous with all of us.

Oh, but he never took off his mask.

Due to his drug problem he had|to leave the wrestling arena,

leaving behind a number|of unanswered questions.

Where is Mascarita now?|What does he do?

And above all, who is the man|behind the mask?

Hey, was that really Mascarita?

Yeah.|But he hates being called that.

Why?

One moment, please.

Next time you call me Mascarita|without the mask,

- I swear I'll cut off your balls.|- Yes, Ruben, yes... okay.

Good evening.

Ruben, its Mudo.

Yo, buddy. Whats up?

You know. Just hanging out,|calling old friends.

Man, its so good to hear from you.|How are you? You okay?

Not really.|I got a small problem

and I thought maybe you|could give me a hand.

Think nothing of it, bro.|What can I do for you?

Look.|The thing is we have this guy

locked in the trunk of our car,|and guess what?

- We got rear-ended.|- Really!

Yeah. Now we can't get the guy out|because the trunk is jammed.

Don't worry. I'm on my way now.|Where are you?

Remember where I live?

Remember the alley|behind the factory? There.

Ah, okay. I won't be long.

Anyway,|I'll have Tony meet us there.

"The Cannibal"?

Yeah. He lives nearby.|Thats not such a safe neighborhood.

- So then, you're coming?|- Okay. Yeah.

- Thanks.|- Please, man. Don't mention it.

- Thanks, Ruben.|- I'll see you in a little while.

- All right. See you. Bye.|- Bye.

I'll be right back.

When I return, I want you|to keep screaming. Okay?

Yes, Ruben, yes... okay.

Well, you've got some X.

Next time, bring enough|to share with everyone

or don't bring any at all.|Understand?

Whats the matter, ladies?|Move it!

Come on! All right.

- Add more weight.|- Yes, boss.

Dude, doesn't your mother-in-law|have a party tonight?

Oh, sh*t! You're right, man.|F***! I'm such a prick!

Paulina must be waiting|for me to pick her up.

I don't think she's there anymore.|Its really late.

Yeah, I guess so. I think she left.|I hope she's not mad.

Mascarita.

Finish him.

Surrender, Mascarita.

Don't fight back, Mascarita.

Hey, this Mascar... I mean,|Ruben is taking too long, isn't he?

Don't let it slip out again.|Not even as a joke.

Relax, man,|I didn't mean it.

I'm serious. You have no idea how crazy|he gets when they call him Mascarita.

Really? All right, how much longer|are we going to wait?

I don't know.|He said he was sending his bodyguard.

His what?

Ruben has a bodyguard.|His name is Tony.

Tony, "The Cannibal".

Hey. Why do they call him|Tony "The Cannibal"?

I don't know.

If you want to, you can ask him|when he gets here.

Tony.

This is Jaque.|I'm Mudo.

Go ahead. Ask him.

Whats up, Ruben?

- How's it hanging, Mudo?|- I'm fine, thanks.

Hey! Whats up?

Start her up, Tony.

How's life treating you, Jaque?

Right now, not so great, but...

Hit it.

I could've done that.|Give me a break.

Trunk.

- Man, I couldve done that too.|- But you didn't.

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