Nicotina Page #4

l haven't got a headache!

l've never had one in my life!

lt was all a lie. Get it?

Open the door

or l'll break it down!

l've f***ing had it with never

knowing where l'll screw up next!

Clara, l just wanted

to hold you!

-Open the door!

-Leave me alone!

When it's not towels, it's prices or

whatever the hell you can think of!

lf the labels are wrong,

they're wrong!

-l don't care!

-You just can't admit you f*** up!

-Open the door!

-l can't take it anymore.

-Shall l break it down?

-l can't even smoke in my own house!

-Clara, open up, goddamn it!

-l'm through! Today it ended!

Open up!

l'm leaving...

l'm leaving right now.

Do you hear?

l'm leaving!

l'm going...

l've had it.

l can't take it anymore...

-lf you don't like it, kill me.

-Clara! Open up!

lf you want l'll get

rid of the f***er.

l owe you one, right?

Someone's knocking!

Gee, Don Goyo, really,

thanks a lot.

Yes, yes.

-Do you smoke, Dona Carmen?

-Oh, yes, thank you...

l'll keep it for when

l'm finished... Yes.

Light it. Light it up.

Oh, l'm sorry, the towel

got caught on your beard...

Did l pull too hard?

lf the Chief were to catch me

with sideburns like his...

F***!

Must be a relief not to shave

every day though, right?

But isn't it itchy

when it's hot?

He's asleep.

How l envy him!

l wish l could just drop off

any place...

With my shifts,

l hardly catch three hours in a row.

Got that ashtray?.

Carmen.

Yes.

Thanks.

Hey, is that blood?

No, no. lt's the red grease l use

on the chairs so they'll roll easily.

Red grease?

As runny as that?

lt must have got mixed up with

some older grease...

Listen, that's blood,

look at that wound in his gut...

Put your hands on your head!

-What are you doing?

-Move!

Easy, easy...

l won't do anything.

l said, hands on your head!

Tie him up. Only an idiot

would have let him in!

He let himself in.

Didn't you?

-The door was open.

-Take his gun!

Don't aim at me,

it could go off...

Take his gun and tie him up,

l said!

-Where are you going?

-To get some rope!

First take away his gun!

Just calm down. Let me help...

Holy f***! You killed him!

You blew it by letting him in.

Check.

He might not be dead.

Don't be a f*ggot...

Lay him down.

-l'm not touching him...

-Lay him down, l said!

-You aiming at me, Carmen?

-Don't tempt me!

There.

Now, stop pointing that at me.

Put him in there.

-No, not until we've talked...

-No, Goyo!

l'm not going out that door...

as poor as l was when

l came in this morning!

Not you nor anyone

will stop me!

Evening, Dona Clara...

-Good evening, Memo.

-Everything okay?.

Yeah, everything's fine.

Something you need?

ls Beto in?

He's asleep.

He went off to bed a while ago...

-Anything wrong?

-No, l got something for him.

Sure you're all right?

You look like you've been...?

Are you helping a customer?

Beto! lt's me, Memo!

How you doing, buddy?.

Memo! How're you doing?

Clara, let me out,

l want to talk to Memo.

Oh, so you got the lion in a cage?

You surprise me, Dona Clara.

Mind if l come in?

No...

The thing is... actually,

Beto and l were...

-Oh, you were?

-No, nothing like that.

See, l made a mistake

on some price tags...

and you know how Beto is.

Well, come on,

he's at ground zero.

lmagine forty cigarettes a day

and suddenly, nothing!

Give him a few days

and he'll calm down.

Memo, don't go,

l wanna talk to you!

Clara, now,

please open the door.

Can l talk to him a sec?

Let him in and

come straight back here.

No, Thompson, l swear l didn't.

The CD was all ready...

lt was pure coincidence,

just bad luck...

-You too, punk?

-Me too, what?

Coincidence, my balls!

All right, but at least let's warn

the Russian, before...

Either shut up,

or l'll shut you up. Got it?

-All right.

-Okay. l'll shut up.

But let me call my neighbour

and tell her what happened.

Please don't ask him in.

My eyes are all swollen...

Beto...

-How's it going, Memo?

-What's up?

-Hey, don't be mad...

-No problem...

l brought you some packs...

l'll bring the rest tomorrow.

Got what l gave you nearby?.

Cool, just there's been a shooting,

there's a couple bastards around.

Just keep cool.

Go do what you've got to.

-Catch you later.

-See you.

What the f*** is going on

inside your head?

Go to bed and we'll talk about it

tomorrow, Beto.

l'll go to bed

when l f***ing want to!

What's this?

What have you been doing?

What did l ask you?

Enough, Beto, okay?.

You made me look an a**hole

so you could smoke?

lt wasn't me, Beto.

What are you talking about?

Go on, get out of here!

Nene?

Nene? The heat is gone.

Poke him in the guts.

Cut where you feel the stones.

l can't feel a thing...

Cut him. Start with the stomach.

l can't...

l can't, l can't do it.

Get your brother to bring the

ultrasound he used for his cons...

l wish you were half

as bright as him!

Oh yes, his ideas are all brilliant!

l admit it.

l've never been

any good at business...

but l've broken my back

to set up this barber's shop.

What have you done?

You just take courses:

computers, tourism, sushi!

-Enough, Goyo!

-lt's not f***ing enough!

Go on, shoot me!

Maybe then you'll stop

giving me sh*t!

Thompson!

Thompson!

Thompson!

You have two new messages.

Nene, don't disconnect.

No time for ass-kissing, kid!

I haven't see the shadow

of the Russian...

Okay, smoke if you've got to.

But don't go and die on me, kid.

Nene, it's me, LoIo, dude.

I just saw the Russian

in a barber shop near here.

You tried to kill me,

you b*tch...

You tried to kill me!

Get out of here.

l'll do it myself.

Get out of here, damn it!

lf you want to help...

start wrapping Sanchez up

in rubbish bags.

Poor old Sanchez...

He even said thank you.

-Where's the Russian?

-What's up?

What the f*** are you doing?

Don't kill us...

we didn't do anything to your friend,

he just died.

The rocks.

-Where are the rocks?

-They aren't there...

l can't find them.

They aren't in his briefcase.

He said he had them in his belly...

But l've searched his guts

and l couldn't find a f***ing stone.

You got the wrong belly,

you f***ing lunatic.

Take this!

Get it from him!

Hurry!

Nene, hang on.

lt was an accident,

we'll fix it.

Nene...

Nene...

Nene, don't f*** with me, dude.

Oh, dude.

Oh, man.

Oh, dude.

Honestly, Officer, believe me...

l swear l didn't do it.

He died all by himself.

l swear. Wait till Goyo

gets here, he'll tell you...

There he is! Goyo!

Goyo!

Goyo!

Goyo...

Goyo!

I'd debut with Tchaikovsky Variations

for CeIIo and Orchestra.

SeriousIy?

-l'm an idiot.

-l love you, my darling...

I Iove you... I Iove you.

A f***ing idiot.

-And then MiIan?

-At La ScaIa.

-And BerIin?

-At the Konzert Haus.

-Vienna?

-The Musik Vereine.

-London?

-The RoyaI AIbert.

I'd Iove to meet Yo-Yo Ma...

Take master cIasses with him.

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