Matando Cabos Page #3

So whats up?|What do we do now?

We get him out of the trunk, right?

- Are you nuts?|- No, I mean it.

And do what, exactly?

I don't know. We get him out|and leave him there on the street.

Give me a f***ing break. He's my|father-in-law. We can't dump him there.

The fact that he's your father-in-law is|irrelevant. This guy is Oscar Cabos.

What do you think he'll do to us|when he wakes up?

- Okay, so we take him to a hospital.|- This man is Oscar Cabos?

We can't dump him there and we|certainly can't take him to a hospital.

Why not?

Haven't you heard the story|about the Chinese cook?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Good point.|So what do we do?

First thing we'll do is calm down|and get out of here.

For now, he's safe inside your trunk.|He's out cold.

Don't worry. We'll go to a quiet place.|I know this bar nearby.

We'll have a couple of exotic drinks.

Then you'll tell me|exactly what happened.

And then we'll figure out what|to do to get out of this mess we're in.

Okay?

This way.|Lets go, Tony.

There's no answer.

Why don't you call yourself?

The family knows me very well.|They might recognize my voice perfectly.

Call them again.

But...

But what?

If you don't make the call,|then you're no good to me.

This is when I need you the most.

Understand, sweetheart?

Okay.|So what are we going to do?

You're going to dial that phone|and ask for this little

a**hole's wife,|and thats it.

Or what? Do you know|the maids in the house, too?

No.

Why don't you take off the bag|so he can breathe?

And have him see our faces, right?

Oh, I'm sure he's breathing great,|aren't you?

Its ringing.

Thats all upside-down.|Fix it.

Hello?

Hello. With the lady|of the house, please.

Who's calling?

Put Mrs. Gabriela Cabos on,|right now. Please.

Yes, but I have to tell her|who's calling.

Tell her its...|her husband.

One moment, please.

Ma'am...

Ma'am...

Careful, careful with that.|Don't drop it. Please be careful.

- Ma'am!|- What is it, Tere?

Telephone.

Can't you see I'm busy, Tere?|For goodness sake!

Its your husband.

Well, just tell him|I'll call him back later.

She says she'll call him|back later.

What?

She hung up.

What?

The maid hung up on me.

Well, call them back

and tell them we'll kill this sh*t bag|if they don't give us twenty...

You told me you could do this.|Can you or not?

Cheers.

Cheers.

That hit the spot.

Where were we?

Oh, yeah. The trunk.

All right.|This is what we're going to do.

We'll finish our drinks and then|we'll figure out a way to return

this man to his home,|safe and sound.

This man is your father-in-law, Jaque?

Yeah.

And his wife, your mother-in-law,|is having a party tonight, right?

Thats right.

Do you think it would be|a problem if we attend?

No, but...

You know if Cabos is known|to partake of alcoholic beverages?

- All the time.|- Perfect.

We'll leave him on the front lawn.

We'll untie him, take off the bag,|and douse him with the cheapest liquor.

Then we'll leave.

When he wakes up,|he'll have a hell of a headache

and he won't even know|where he is.

He'll just remember that his wife|had a party.

- How does that sound?|- All right.

What kind of person is your|mother-in-law?

She's a b*tch.

- Is she rich?|- Stinking.

- Does she host many parties?|- Many.

Okay, boys.|I'll need two things.

One, I have to get into the party,|and two, I'll need a change of clothes.

- A what?|- Clothes, Mudo.

I can't go dressed like this|to a fancy socialite party.

I'd stand out.

Yeah. I'm sure I'll find|something in my apartment.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Check this out, man.

See? Its Mascarita!

Son of a b*tch!

Its him. God damn it!|Its him.

- What did you call me?|- F***in' A, man.

You're that Mascarita guy.|Aren't you?

What the hell's the matter with you?

Check, please.

Who the f*** do you think|you are, a**hole?

We're going to beat the sh*t out of you.|You f***ing little wrestler.

Boys, lets go.

How many were they?

About fifteen.

Including the f***ed up ones?

No. If you count those,|then its about twenty.

Lets give him...

I'll say... about a minute.

Listen, put the Mrs.|On the line right now...

...or her husband will cease to exist.|Understand?

Yes. One moment, please.

- Ma'am.|- What is it, Tere?

Phone call for you.

I told you I'm busy right now.

They say its about your husband.

That he exists or will cease to exist,|I don't understand.

Hello?|She hung up again.

Move.

Hello?

Listen, you f***ing b*tch,

you either put your boss|on the line right now,

or I'll kill you|and then I'll kill her.

Hello.

Shut the door.

Tony, there's a liquor store|around the corner.

Get me a bottle|of the cheapest booze, please.

Lets go, boys. The night is too short.|Come on.

- Whats up, Jaque?|- How's it hanging?

Sh*t. What did you do|to your wheels, dude?

Nothing.

I'll fix it up for you. Fifteen minutes.|Let me get my tools.

No, thats all right, thanks.

Come on.|Itll be just like new, Jaque.

He said no.

Since when do you|open your mouth?

Doesn't Mudo mean mute?

Why don't you honor your name|and shut the f*** up?

Hey, whats wrong|with your buddy?

Check him out.|What happened to his clothes?

Listen, you snot-nosed brat!

Why don't you go jerk off|somewhere else?

Okay, f***ing Mudo.

You too, Jaque.

We'll see you around,|you pricks.

Just ask for one favor.|One.

A**holes.

I'll get you a shirt, Ruben.

Come in.|Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

So, where have you been|hanging out?

Here, there.|Going to one place, then another.

How long has it been since we|saw each other the last time?

Its been a while, Mudo.

Its been a while.

Whats wrong with that f***ing bird?|Doesn't he ever shut up?

No, never.

The worst part is he only|makes noise when we get home.

When there's no one here|he's very quiet.

Why don't you tell your neighbors?

Because I haven't met them yet.

- You haven't met them?|- No.

- Your neighbors?|- Lets go.

Jaque...

I'm not saying you have poor taste|or anything like that.

- But what the hell is this?|- What?

What do you mean what?

Tony went to get the booze|for Mr. Cabos.

We have to wait for him, okay?

Now, in these few minutes|in which we have to wait for him,

I think you can find|something more presentable.

Come on!

Bad taste.|Give me a break, a**hole.

And that guy is supposed|to have great taste or what?

I can't believe that bird.

And it gets worse after two a.m.

I'll have a word with the neighbors.

Four years.

What?

Its been four years since|we last saw each other.

Where were you?

- Is the prick in?|- Yeah. Go ahead, Pau.

Where were you?|Whats the matter?

You knew I couldn't get to my car|because of the party.

- Baby, sweetheart...|- No.

I was waiting for you.|You were supposed to pick me up.

I swear I was about to get you, baby.|I swear.

What are you doing?|We have to go now!

Baby, its just that we're waiting for|someone who shouldn't take too long.

What? Waiting my ass!|Shut that f***ing bird up!

- How can you live like this?|- I know. Five minutes, please.

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