Pickpockets Page #3
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- 2018
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-Here.
Who are you working for now?
You're doing okay...
Give me my money back!
I could not say a thing to Jaime, kid.
I know who's paying for drinks tonight.
Your buddy Alex.
Remember fag,
one foot on my turf and you have
to pay the toll, Fresh-honey.
No problem, baby.
What do you mean, "baby"?
Come on.
Doggy.
You know how much this is worth?
2,000.
That's what they tell us it's worth.
I mean what does it cost?
Fifty cents?
Let's say it's worth fifty cents.
Fifty cents for 2,000 pesos?
If it's just a few cents, let me have it.
You're right, people are so stupid.
That's not what I mean.
What I mean is that we, like them,
think it's just 2,000 pesos...
when it's just paper and ink.
Isn't that your Chucho?
I can't believe it.
What did you think?
That we're the only ones?
We're disposable, Fresh.
The guy probably has
20, 30, 50 more like us.
He must pull in 30 million a day...
210 million a week.
Who knows how much a month.
And he doesn't lift a finger.
What do you mean?
We're working thanks to him, Doggy.
He controls everything.
Yeah, I know...
but we're the ones busting our asses.
Jaime, Chucho... Same thing!
How much you wanna bet
Chucho lives in a mansion
Marble?
I'll bet you a case of beer.
A case of beer?
Get serious!
Make it a "125" motor bike.
You're on.
-You better pay.
-You're on!
Let's go.
Why are you so mistrustful?
You really think if Chucho were rich
he'd live there?
Why do you trust that Spaniard
so much?
I don't know.
I don't know but I trust him.
So... which motorcycle is it?
Go ahead, it's all yours.
Throw the helmets in?
What are you doing with a gun, Doggy?
Don't act all innocent, Fresh!
The more money we make,
the more dangerous this gets.
This is the street, man!
F*** the street, this is you and me!
And you and me aren't killers.
You're such a p*ssy.
Come on, try it...
-Hey!
-A**hole.
That cost me a bundle!
-That cost me, f*ggot!
-Yeah?
You're gonna hit me? Go ahead!
Go on! I'd like to see you try!
P*ssy!
You're home?
What a miracle.
What's all that money?
It's to help out around here.
I don't want stolen money.
I got a job.
Bullshit.
Mom, let me... I want to help!
That money isn't yours.
What do you mean? Here it is!
That money isn't yours, Fresh.
And if I catch you stealing
I'll turn you into the police.
Why don't you call them right now?
Have them take me away right now!
Who would you give the money
back to anyway?
To the people you stole it from.
Honest people, unlike you.
What do you know about those people?
Do you know them?
What good is it busting your ass
like you do?
What?
For what?
If the people who worked hardest
earned the most, you'd be a millionaire.
Quiet!
You'll wake your brother.
Why don't you leave?
I don't want a thief in my house.
No wonder my dad left you.
How did you find me?
Can I sleep here?
Why?
I have nowhere to go.
Thanks.
Who's this?
My son.
And...
what's his name?
Carlos.
Where is he?
In Spain, with his mother.
What are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
I left home.
Why?
My mom kicked me out.
And your dad?
I don't have a dad.
He died?
No.
He left us.
Why did you leave?
I made mistakes.
What kind of mistakes?
Come.
He's recovering.
He was wounded bad in his last fight.
No...
He doesn't like people.
You know I once killed for that cock.
Are you kidding?
It was a big night
at the biggest ring in Bogot.
A lot of money on bets, a whole lot.
We were fighting a bird
they brought in from outside...
a champion worth 10,000 dollars.
I saw my chance...
my chance to go home.
What do you mean?
I got greedy.
I put poison on his spurs
and ten seconds later,
the other bird was half dead
and mine just had to finish him off.
But you won a lot of money, right?
No.
I lost everything.
They knew something was strange
and the vet spotted the poison.
The other bird belonged
to a corrupt cop...
the worst kind.
He figured he'd lost about
100,000 dollars.
And ever since, he owns me.
I'm like that bird.
I live in a cage...
and I fight for my owner.
I'm sure you'll go home someday...
to your family.
I'm up early tomorrow.
You look bad. What's up?
My mom kicked me out...
so I slept at Chucho's.
Chucho's got this cock...
You owe me one, Fresh.
I had to walk more than two hours.
Sorry, but I can't stand guns.
And you have to stop thinking
you're in a rap video.
Take it easy, I sold it.
Made some money on the deal.
Really?
Look what Juana got us.
The theater?
No, thanks.
It's the opera.
Same f***ing bore.
You know what kind of people
go to the opera?
People with money, Doggy. Think!
That's not Chucho's turf. Think!
I know...
but who cares?
Supposedly we're crossing the imaginary
line we're not supposed to cross.
Fresh.
Relax!
Everything will be fine.
Thank you.
How are you doing?
I'm so sorry! Excuse me!
Sorry!
Hello! How are you doing?
Juana?
Aunty?
Hello, dear, how are you?
-How are you?
-You look beautiful!
Very good!
What a surprise to see you here!
Here at the opera. How are you?
Very good.
I liked it, it was wonderful.
I loved the costumes!
You look lovely, honey.
Thanks, Aunt.
You too.
How is my uncle?
I have not seen him in a while.
You know,
in the workshop busy, painting...
Well, I'm learning and I liked it...
very cool.
How are your parents?
Good, they're good. Very good.
We should call them...
No, Aunty!
Are you okay, dear?
I just called them
and they're at the club.
You know how they get...
Of course, I understand.
We'll take a selfie!
No, let's use my phone!
Could you pleasetake our picture?
-My pleasure.
-Thank you.
Let's see. Don't move.
My aunt! Oh, no.
It's very pretty.
What a f***ing haul!
Incredible!
We can split it four ways.
Four ways?
Yeah, one cut for Chucho.
You're kidding...
Well, that's the deal. We're a team.
Chucho didn't lift a goddamn finger.
But whatever, I'll take this
and you guys can split the rest.
It's a matter of loyalty, trust.
-If we can't trust each other...
-Each other...
You just said it.
Me, her and you.
Nobody else.
I agree with Doggy.
Come on, Fresh!
What did Chucho do today?
He didn't do sh*t.
He didn't lift a finger.
Does he give us a cut of what
No. Am I right?
I'm giving him his cut.
Thanks to him
we make what we're making.
You're gonna make me cry!
What's wrong with giving Chucho his due?
What did you do anyway?
You held out your hand
and took everything I stole.
You didn't do sh*t.
Stick it up your ass!
Doggy, come on.
Doggy, enough already!
What did I tell you, punk?
Didn't I tell you?
Don't touch her!
What did I tell you, Fresh?
I didn't want to see you around here.
Let go!
This turf is ours.
It belongs to us.
Let go!
Doggy!
What are you up to anyway?
-What you're up to...
-Hey.
You two, go!
Give Juana her bag.
No.
And you, kneel down.
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