Matando Cabos Page #5

Baby, its just that this is an...

What were you doing?|Where were you?

Baby, all I need are the keys|to my car.

- They'll be here soon.|- What do you mean they'll be here?

Lula borrowed your car because|she had an emergency.

- But she'll be right back.|- What?

Oh, come on. Don't overreact.|She knows how to drive.

Hold on. Let me introduce|you to Cathy.

Cathy, this is Jaque.

I can't believe it.

Mom?

When they're close|they'll dream and kiss.

In tender loving embrace,|full of warmth,

they'll fall in love and foretell|the faithful promise...

Lets go.

- I still can't find her.|- I found her, man. Lets go.

Jesus Christ, man.

- Hello?|- Where the f*** are you?

- I'm almost home.|- Your home?

Nico called me.|There's an emergency.

I tried to reach you|but I never found you.

God damn it! I'm on my way.|Don't do anything until I get there.

Botcha, hold on.|What did you do with the finger?

Thats none of your business.

I left it somewhere|they can't miss.

Tomorrow we'll get our money.|As soon as they see the finger

they'll give it to us.

Where are we going?

To Lula's place. She took my car.|We have to get it back.

- Why did she take your car?|- No, no. Don't ask.

What do you mean, don't ask?|Tell me why.

Sh*t, man. Paulina gave her the keys.|It was a mess.

She took it home and now|we have to get it.

- We? What about you?|- You staying here or what?

Oh, yes. Its so nice here.

Besides, how do you know|where Lula lives?

You moron, its my girlfriend's best|friend, I know where she lives.

Since when do you know where|your girlfriends friends live?

- I don't know all of them.|- She knows where I live.

- Yeah, whats her last name.|- Who? Her? Raybed.

- Oh, yes. Sarabia?|- No, a**hole. The Raybed...

- Oh, come on.|- I've known her all my life.

Come on. Lets go.|Lets go now.

- Whats the matter?|- He tried to steal my car.

Get down. Down.

I told you to stop.|Get out, I'll drive.

So, Ruben. Who was that guy?|Why is he shooting at us?

I don't have the slightest idea.|Thats why we're going back.

- We can't go back.|- Lets go back and kick his ass.

Lula has my father-in-law in the trunk of|the car. We have to go to her place.

Mudo, talk to your friend.

His father-in-law is in the trunk.

Yes. Ruben, my father-in-law|is in the trunk.

Give me a break.|There's nothing we can...

Its this a**hole.

- Oh my God!|- Wait! Look at them!

Son of a b*tch!

My car!

- Which way, man?|- I don't know.

Gate!

- What the f*** is his problem?|- Its being torn apart!

He shot my taillight.

I'll get you two for the price|of one at the flea market!

There goes the other!

He hit my other taillight.|He's finishing off my car.

Jesus, man. Two for one.|Shut the f*** up!

Where did it hit?|What did he hit?

I'll kill him.|I'll tear him a new a**hole.

God damn it, man!

And you, too.|This is your fault.

This piece of sh*t won't go any faster.|It ain't my f***ing fault.

- Did you just call my car a piece of sh*t?|- This is a piece of sh*t.

- Thats it!|- What are you doing?

Watch it!

I'll drive.

So?|Who is this guy?

Its Botcha's father.

What?

What the f*** is|Botcha's father doing here?

- We made a mistake.|- We? A**hole!

Are you going to help me or what?

I know. Look. We'll get him|out of here and dump him somewhere

and we tell Botcha that|Mr. Cabos got away from you.

- That he got away from me?|- No, sorry, Nico.

Look, maybe we tell him that|you took the wrong person.

That he cut off his own father's fingers,|that he shot him,

and that you've beaten|the living crap out of him.

Okay,|I like your first idea.

Go to the kitchen and get one|of those large hefty bags.

We can't take him out like this.

- So thats the plan?|- Yes. Nico.

This is between you and me.

No one else.

And we don't say anything|about him being his father.

No.

If you can keep your mouth shut,|so can I.

- Where do we put him?|- Here. In this trunk.

- Apurate.|- Ya.

It won't open.

Move over, moron.

See?|Its jammed.

Well, help me.|Don't just stand there.

- Where do we put him now?|- What do you mean where?

We leave him here and forget about it.|Its not our problem.

But it won't open.

I'll get a crowbar.

- A what?|- A crowbar.

Whats that?

Jesus, Nico.|You really are a moron.

Oh, yeah?|What does obtuse mean?

- Obtuse?|- Yes, obtuse.

Obtuse. Adjective. Dull.|Slow learner. Clumsy.

Like you.

F***ing illiterate f***ing bastard.

That a**hole got my father-in-law|out of the trunk!

Jaque. Mudo. You wait here.|Tony, come with me.

Where's Tony?

Stay in the car.

- I hate fights.|- Wait, wait. My car.

I believe you can explain|what happened.

What?

You put my father in the trunk|instead of Mr. Cabos.

Just between you and me, right?

Nico.

You snitch! Just let me get out of this,|you b*tch, and I swear...

Shut up, you moron.

Listen to me, a**hole.

If we don't find my father's finger,|I'll give him this one.

Ruben, how are we going|to get this guy inside

without everyone noticing?

I have no idea. But we just leave him|here and get out of here fast.

Why?

Party's great.

I reckon it is, Mudo.|But we shouldn't be socializing

in the house of the guy we're|dumping on the front lawn.

No.|Besides, he could wake up.

And we were never here.|Understood?

Understood.

Well. So?

I don't know, boys.

I'm fresh out of ideas.|Let me know what you come up with.

No, you have no idea.|It took her three days to fix everything.

It is something else. It was fantastic.|I really loved it.

- Hold on.|- What is it?

- Whats your problem?|- No, my love...

First I get to your place|and I have to take your car

because you never picked me up.

Then, when you get here|all you care about is your car?

And then you leave?|Like, you know what?

We're through.|I don't love you anymore.

Baby...

She meant it this time.

No way, man. Remember that song.|The one about the queen?

- Which one?|- Yeah, yeah.

Ruben, you just hang on, okay?

When you hear the music, go get the|body and come through the front yard.

- But its full of people.|- No, don't worry.

No. Not that song.|No. Please, no.

Is this thing on?

- May I borrow it for a second?|- Sure.

Thanks.

This is a song for my baby,

because she says she doesn't|love me anymore.

Last night I met|a fair-skinned teen

and soon after I fell in love|with that Bel Air Queen.

Cupid struck me with that arrow,

and now I know not what to borrow.

Wait up! Wait!

Go on! Go!

Oh, Bel Air Queen,|when will your love favor me?

I would give you everything

including my whole being.

Everything I sow is

yours for the taking.

My friend Pancha told me|that preppie schoolgirls

can't iron or cook.

I will teach you how to,

even from out of a book.

Oh, Bel Air Queen,|when will your love favor me?

I would give you everything

including my whole being.

Everything I sow

is yours for the taking.

Queen,

oh my queen,|yes my queen,

my Bel Air Queen.

Excuse me.|Oh, baby.

Forgive me.

Baby, I love you.

I love you.

I love you too, baby.

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