Pit Fighter Page #4

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Good night,Jack!

Didn't mean to

show him off like that!

He's just not used to this!

He usually lectures at a university

on social issues and reform!

So you're doing this

for the improvement of mankind, huh?

That's what we planned, yeah!

Think giving guns to the rebels

is gonna help them?

Who says we're giving them guns?

No one!

You know,you're

very different than Harry.

I bet you this was

all your idea, wasn't it?

You're making a lot of

assumptions tonight,Jack!

Do you really wanna leave?

In this world,

there's no code of honor!

just survival of the fiittest!

Never trust anyone!

Or believe anybody!

When St! Peter stands in front of you,

just you and him!

never form a tie!

Harry, how did you hide

those guns from police?

What guns?

In the chassis or in the crates!

How did you do it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Fine! I'll fiind out anyway!

What's this?

You're not a good judge

of character, Harry!

You're not taking those trucks

to Tuxtla!

- What?

- Stay right here.

I'll get those guns anyway!

You're screwing us,Jack!

Marianne!

You're coming with me!

We're leaving Harry here!

You called these people in on us!

We trusted you with our lives,Jack!

I trusted you with everything!

Good, then you're both staying here!

I'm taking the trucks!

- Do something, Harry!

- What can I do?

Oh, my God!

Come on! I want

these guns found now!

Get them!

Strip the truck!

Get them! Strip the truck!

Harry!

It's okay. It's okay.

Jesus,Jack,

what happened to you?

Marianne!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

No. Harry.

-?Esta muerto?

-?Quien es el?

?Quien es el?

?Esta muerto?

There's no guns here, is there?

It's just food and medical supplies, right?

Been a while since I've seen

a white woman shot up the way you are!

What a waste!

We took a risk

and lost everything.

Like she said,

we lost everything.

Our positions,

everything we worked for!

We decided to help those people!

- Why did you return?

- We robbed the fiight!

Took us fiive years to plan it,

but we fiinally got back what belongs to us.

The house money? Every penny of it

goes to the guerrilla cause,Jack.

We'll fiinally sleep at night!

You won't live through the night!

Hey, that's why they called

for reinforcements.

Fighter, I can't be

around these people! Let's go!

I mean, dancing the wire monkey's

for corrido singers...

not people who want to live!

We could be

in Ixtapa by morning!

Manolo, go and tell the Marietta

where their money is!

- That should set you straight!

- That's how it is, huh?

Get out of here!

Go and live!

You know...

you're the only brother

I've ever known, cabron.

I will be less without you!

It was nice

while it lasted,J ack!

You changed to a!45, Harry!

That's smart!

You know it was my love for you

that allowed me to survive!

I loved you in the purest way

for fiive years!

You should leave now!

Don't take the interstate!

Use the Pan Americana Highway.

And don't look back!

Get outta here!

Go! Go!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

!Espera!Espera!

Hey, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

No! Look! Hey!

Manolo!

Where you going?

My friends, uh-

My name is, uh,

Manuel Cesar Carrillo!

And there's not a man here...

who has the right

to watch me beg for my life!

These bastards are in there!

Jefe,

The outrageous stupidity

and plain ignorance of a person!

that thinks they can come

and steal from me in my own town!

- and get away from it!

-!Vamos!

That deserves something special!

No one is to fiire a f***ing shot until I say so!

Do you understand?

I want the cafe surrounded!

I want the cafe

surrounded now!

Hey, man, do you have a copy?

Do you have that as a Polaroid?

Oye, cabron.

This is your opportunity!

I trust you know what to do!

Are they still in there?

I saw them coming in!

There's movement inside!

You must never show them

your weak side, cabron.

What are you doing here, fiighter?

Your money is inside!

The Yankee thiefs?

Too bad!

Why are you here, fiighter?

I'm here for you, jefe.

There is no money inside, is there?

The b*tch with one eye!

Her name is Marianne!

Que dice? Esta loco.

He's a boxer, boss.

Let's get the money.

Jack Severino.

For seven years,

he was the last resort!

His was the number you called

when you absolutely had to kill a man!

For $7,000,

he would execute anyone!

They said he had no heart!

That he slaughtered

women and children too!

Can you believe

that sh*t, Carlitos?

But you did

better than most,Jack.

You lived twice!

Now, do you think I can let someone

get away with this sh*t?

From here to Nuevo Laredo!

there is not a truck stop or cantina

that I don't have a piece of!

Every mota-breathing barrio bandit

that ever had a dream of being anyone!

will be searching for them.

While I breathe!

they don't stand a cholo's chance

in Vegas, cabron.

- They are dead,Jack.

- I won't let you touch them!

Well, it has to be this way,

pinche fiighter cabron.

Espidida.

Ah, you remembered!

What more triumphant

an end can there be...

than to be raked by the fiiery rash of

a hundred marksmen's cartridges?

Blistered where I stand like

bleeding shredded hamburger.

If I could only choose.

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