Matando Cabos Page #6

Thats so sweet.|How nice. Come on.

All right.|But I have to go now.

What?

Oh, come on!|This won't open.

Why do you want|to open it, Jaque?

First of all, because its my trunk.|And number two,

because someone told me he was|going to fix it, but he didn't.

- Okay, you'll open it tomorrow.|- This is tomorrow!

Son of a...

How's it hanging, Mudo?|Are you in need of our skills?

You mean as crooks.

You know what, Mudo?|I've had it up to here with your sh*t!

What was that, a**hole?

Not now, not now. And you,|don't you have anything better to do?

Sure, its just that I've had|enough of this a**hole.

Next time try it without your mama,|d*ckhead. Lets go.

You're right. I always keep my word.|You go home.

I'll open the trunk for you.

- Thanks, Ruben.|- You're welcome.

Hey, do you think I was|too hard on Ruben?

No. You were fine. He promised|he was going to open the trunk.

Besides, if he can't open it,|its going to be a b*tch.

What time is it?

Its late, man.

We have to go to work|in a few hours.

What a drag.

There's your parrot friend.|He's welcoming you home.

- Thats weird.|- What?

That stupid bird doesn't|make noise

unless someone's|in the apartment.

Whats going on, man?

Gentlemen,|we have a problem.

I want...

No, no, I don't want.

I need to find my father.

Who?

Who.

Hold on, relax. We don't know|what you're talking about.

Oh, okay.|Son of a...

Here's what we're going to do.

The next one who gives me a wrong|answer, I get to hit the other one.

You're joking!

What do you want?

I told you.|I want to find my father.

- But why us?|- Why you.

Jaque, shut up!

Its up to you. I can keep going|like this all day long.

Look, we'd be more than happy|to help you,

but tell us exactly|what you need.

Fine.

God damn!|You shut up, too!

Come on,|did it really hurt?

Some.

Then...

Here's what we can do.

You tell us who your father is|and we'll find him for you.

I promise.|Really, I mean it.

Jaque, please.|Shut up.

Thats enough, a**holes!|Thats it, you motherfuckers!

Listen. I want my father here, now.

I don't know what you have to do.

So if I don't see a guy inside|a black bag right here, right now,

- I'm going to start shooting people.|- Look what I found in the trunk...

This is the a**hole|that shot my car.

So in addition to kidnapping|my father,

you're taking my ransom.

I'll say one thing, motherfuckers,|if he ain't here...

If my dad ain't here...

God damn it.

I want my dad right here...|You son of a b*tch!

Ever. Ever.

- What?|- Ever.

The cops will be here any minute.

If you pull that trigger,|you get to be Ever.

- What the f*** is that?|- Whats your name?

None of your God damn|business, okay?

Its a simple question.|Whats your name?

Nico.

Listen, Nicholas.

If you pull that trigger|and kill someone here,

the cops will get you for murder.

Now, we're at the|Benito Juarez District.

That means you'll be assigned|to the 126th Precinct.

They're really tough|on murderers there.

Forget about preliminary hearing.

You'll go straight to trial.

And you'll get none other

than the honorable|Judge Enrique Hernandez Monroy.

And he'll give you anywhere|between 40 and 50 years.

Being in the south side,

you'll wind up at the|Southern Federal Penitentiary.

Area 7.

That is where they put the murderers.

In that area,|there's only one empty cell.

Thats where they put the new ones.

Your cellmate will be

a six-foot-four, very strong individual

that calls himself Marcie.

Your first night there, Marcie will come|down from his bunk

to keep you company.

Now, you may be an intelligent,|creative, even sinister individual.

But you can't imagine the things|that man will do to you.

The rest of the nights you will|basically be turned over

to the rest of the inmates|from Block 7.

During the time you spend there,|you will be called Ever.

They say because time in the joint|lasts forever in there.

Forever.

For-Ever.

Like the Americans say.

But in reality,

you're not yourself anymore.

They will call you Ever|so you forget who you are.

So, Nicholas,|you may pull that trigger

and forget who you are forever.

Or you can decide|not to be called

what your parents|didn't name you.

That you won't stop being yourself,|not today, not ever.

Think about it.

Man, now we're in deep sh*t.

Move. Right.|Get it with your teeth.

You have to get it|with your teeth slowly

or you'll never... More this way.|Faster, man.

What the hell are you|two perverts doing?

Ruben, give us a hand!

We're in deep sh*t now.

I don't know what|we're going to do.

Besides, the cops will be here soon.

No. Check this out.|It can't get any worse.

God damn!

What is it, Mudo?

Look what we have here.

Are you having a good time?

We're broadcasting live|from Molino de los Mixiotes,

where only thirty minutes ago|a bloody shoot-out took place,

alerting local authorities|to the kidnapping of steel tycoon

Oscar Cabos.

In what appears to be|an unsuccessful kidnapping,

Mr. Cabos was unharmed.

This is the apartment|where the bodies

of the alleged kidnappers|were found alongside a dead parrot.

The fact that Mr. Cabos is alive|is thanks to the help

of these two neighbors,

who selflessly entered the apartment|despite the gunfire to liberate Mr. Cabos.

Here they are. Their names,|Jaque and Mudo.

Lets ask them|how things were inside?

Please tell us,|what happened?

Well, I...|I just heard the shots,

and we went straight|against the perpetrators.

Just like that? You were unarmed?|Weren't you afraid?

Well, yes.|It was a clean fight, right?

Just what a hero is supposed to do.

Being on television|was never my thing.

Come on, man, hurry up.|We have to go.

How much of a drag|is it to go to work?

Such a drag.

Well, pay up and lets go.

What do you mean pay up?|I paid last time.

No, you didn't, man.|I paid for the chips.

Do you know what kind of sh*t|I just pulled you out of?

And what do you|want me to do?

Boys, get to work.|I'll pay.

Last thing you need is to be fired|for coming in late.

Ruben, thanks a lot.

- You're welcome.|- Really, thanks a lot.

Thank you.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome, Jaque.

- Take care.|- You too.

- Ruuuben.|- Muuuudo.

I owe you one.

We should see each other|more often, okay?

Of course.

Keep the change.

Where is my wife?

Did you hear something?

Gabriela.

Wait.

I said, wait!

Gabriela!

My husband!

I'll be right back for you,|you f***ing b*tch whore!

I'll get you for this.

Just let me get my hands on that...|He f***ed with the wrong person.

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