Nicotina Page #3

Give me a cigarette!

Please.

What the f***?

Are you allergic?

To chocolate...

but l'm not sure.

Not sure?

A lot of different variables

have to coincide:

the type of cocoa,

whether it's got milk...

Where's the key to this door?

-lsn't it in the lock?

-No.

lt's got to be around,

or in the counter drawer.

l never use that door.

Go in there...

Shaved bald?

Yes. Head and beard.

That's two items. Eighty for the head

and eighty for the beard.

-A hundred sixty total.

-Yes, whatever.

Shall l take yourjacket

and your briefcase?

No.

lt's just fine here.

-Paquita?

-Yeah...

Svoboda. Things got f***ed up.

Bad f***ed up.

-What happened?

-l'm hit, but got away.

-You've got the rocks?

-Yes. Not deliver...

-You're sure?

-Yes. Got them...

-All?

-Yeah, yeah, all twenty.

-ln the belly.

-ln the belly?.

ln the belly.

Don't know how got in...

-Sure you're okay?.

-Cancel flight, get surgeon.

-l take taxi.

-No, wait, no...

You hear me?

l get shot.

You cut me no razor, no scissors.

Just shaver.

-You've got a bullet in there?

-Stayed in.

Problem being fat.

Oh, sh*t!

Rib is broke.

Do you want a drink of water?

No, l'm fine.

-How's this?

-Perfect. Sit down!

Carmen...

l'll do my best...

but...

you're aiming that at me...

and l can't do it like that.

Not without cooperation.

Goyo...

he died...

He's dead.

Why did you hang up on me,

a**hole?

Those diamonds are my life!

Where are you?

We'll get you...

Svoboda? Are you okay?.

Don't f***ing hang up...

What are you looking for?

Diamonds!

l just heard he has diamonds.

Twenty.

ln the belly...

What the f***

are you talking about?

He said he had them

in his belly.

Of course...

he swallowed them.

He must be

in the Russian Mafia.

Look, it was on TV.

Carriers swallow capsules with

diamonds, cocaine, whatever...

and then they take a laxative.

This Russian...

Has 20 diamonds in his belly.

That's a fortune, Goyo.

And it's something that goes way

beyond your equiIibrium...

something that takes you over.

It's desire, passion...

a dream that can save you

or damn you.

Live it intenseIy

untiI it hurts...

untiI you can't wake up...

untiI you stiII want more...

This is radio from

the heart of the souI...

it's pIeasure and pain...

after aII,

nobody's perfect.

This is Mariano,

and I'm deIighted to be with you.

lt'll have to be in your butt.

-Does it hurt?

-No, no.

l hate injections,

but you've got a gentle touch.

Take off yourjacket.

You're lucky, it came back out.

-You've got to get to hospital.

-No f***ing way.

You could die.

l have to hear this from you, too?

How old are you?

Twenty-three.

Aren't you afraid of dying?

Yeah, but it's not that simple.

-What do you mean?

-lt's a matter of probabilities.

Nobody dies before their time.

Wait, wait, wait!

What are you doing?

That's alcohol...

Don't you have

hydrogen peroxide?

Don't be such a sissy.

Bite this.

What about you?

How old are you?

Forty.

Check it out...

You're like,

the same age as my mom...

but you look much younger...

Really.

Clara!

A towel...

F***ing liar...

Nobody here, huh?

The key!

Give me the key!

Wait.

He always goes straight to bed

after he's showered.

-Give me the f***ing key!

-Listen.

We've been robbed

five times this year...

he quit smoking and is going crazy.

lf he sees a gun...

F*** him.

Shut up and open the door.

Goddamn it, there's no

fresh towels!

Please go.

Do you hear?

l'm coming, Beto!

l've got a customer!

Let me give him his towel.

l know him.

He'll head straight off to bed.

Alright. But open your mouth

and you're dead.

Your caII wiII be transferred

to voicemaiI.

Nene, don't disconnect!

No time for ass-kissing, kid!

l haven't seen the shadow

of the Russian...

Okay, smoke if you've got to,

but...

don't go and die on me, kid.

l'm calling the police.

-No...

-Yes, Carmen.

-What for?

-So they'll come!

But what for?

So they can pocket the diamonds?

-He's got them in his guts!

-And?

And?

What do you mean, ''and''?

Whatever you're thinking,

Carmen...

don't count on me.

l haven't counted on you

for a long time...

-Me neither...

-That's not true.

lf my brother hadn't helped us out,

we wouldn't even have this dump!

-l never told you to ask him!

-You're no good even for that.

-And your brother is?

-Of course he is!

He's worked like a dog

to get where he is.

Ripping off Social Security!

Selling them recycled junk!

That's not true!

lt was a false accusation.

They never proved a thing!

Goyo, look...

lf we call the police...

those diamonds will disappear.

We're the only ones

who saw this guy come in.

But he's dead.

Can you imagine digging diamonds

out of a dead man's guts?

The small intestine alone

is twenty-four feet long...

But twenty diamonds

is a lot of rocks.

We can feel for them

from the outside.

ln that ball of fat?

You've got strong fingers.

Then what?

With the razor...

You're out of your mind!

We've made so many sacrifices.

lf anybody deserves a prize

like this it's us.

We could go to Acapulco,

Cancun...

the Bahamas,

buy a 36 inch TV set...

-and a DVD like Tono's got...

-See?

You'd spend it on crap

and next year we'll be broke again.

Besides...

we'll have to wait for a few months

before selling them...

But Tono has contacts...

Tono, Tono!

You think l don't have balls or

ambition? ls that what you think?

No, Goyo. Let's not fight.

lt's just that stolen diamonds

are not easy to sell and Tono...

Enough of Tono!

Tono could, Tono can!

Here, call that hot sh*t

brother of yours. Go on.

Let Tono come

and fix it all...

because he solves everything.

Carmen, if anything goes wrong...

l wasn't here and l saw nothing.

Hey, is it that bad?

Sorry, bad joke.

No formal complaint and l can't

interfere in family quarrels.

We had an appointment, remember?

l'm on my way out.

Later...

lt doesn't matter. l can wait until

Dona Carmen finishes her customer.

Well, she hasn't finished...

First thing tomorrow...

-First thing...

-l can't.

There's been a bad Code Nine

near here...

The chief said he'd arrest me

if l didn't get my hair cut.

Just run the shaver round the back,

you can do the rest tomorrow.

Your caII wiII be transferred

to voice maiI.

Nene, it's me, Lolo,

dude...

F*** man,

l hope you're okay...

l just saw the Russian

in a barber shop near here.

l think the bastard's hurt.

Nene, the CD wasn't his fault.

lt was all a mix up.

lt was that crazy situation

with my neighbour...

Later l'll explain it to you.

But we've still got time, right?

l'll penetrate Switzerland

right away...

and get the information.

Just take a f***ing second...

-Here...

-Now l've got you, honey!

-No, let me go, please.

-Don't make me beg.

-Let me go, Beto!

-What the f***'s wrong with you?

F***!

You bit me!

You f***ing b*tch!

You'll pay for this!

l've had it with

your bullshit headaches!

-Open up!

-No, enough!

l haven't got a headache.

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