Ronda nocturna Page #2

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My teacher is Oriental and he

says I'm his best student...

Please, aren't we supposed

to be with our own kind?

Ok, boy, enough for today.

Enough.

You are worn out and

should get some sleep.

I just wanted to be useful

and help out the ambassador.

No, thanks, don't help him out.

Here, take a cab.

Escort him outside.

...that's logical, of course,

good champagne...

In the bottom drawer,

between the socks.

Shall we share?

And I don't mean the money.

Vctor.

Hey.

What's up, Vctor?

Don't you recognize me?

It's me, the best, see?

Your best client.

Come on!

Hey, how handsome.

You have money.

Those clothes are

extra high quality.

And the hairdo?

Very modern.

Good.

Good.

Do you have one for me?

Don't look at me like that.

Give it up!

It's me, always in due

time and proper form, eh.

Fresh.

There you go, there

you go, liven up!

Ok, there you go.

It seems you are slow.

Hey, what's up?

Come on, gimme that.

Good, good.

Callao and Corrientes.

There you go, huh?

Come on, gimme that, huh?

What are you waiting for?

Come on, come on.

Mario?

Come on, come here!

Mario, my friend.

But it's been a long time

since I've been there,

I mean it, it must have

been some other place.

And here I am.

And what is this thing

you have hanging here?

Nothing.

A good luck charm.

I heard there's a dude

that's in love with you.

Who?

- In the Red Light District.

- Who?

Wow, this is the goddess.

This is the queen.

- Hi, sexy mama.

- Hi, baby.

- Hi love, hi.

- How is it going?

- Fine, and you?

- Fine.

- What are you looking for?

- To play a little, honey.

- What?

- To play!

Come on, come a little closer.

Like this?

How close?

Hi, sexy mama.

- Ay, you're sweet!

- Really?

- You look great.

- Do I?

- What's your name?

- Lorena, and yours?

- Vctor.

- Vctor?

Yeah.

And how much do

you charge, honey?

- For the both of you?

- Yeah.

Well, you are cute boys.

There's always a

discount for cute boys.

What does that mean?

Nothing!

- Well, maybe.

- Do you wanna go for a ride?

- Well, why not?

- Where?

I'm surprised,

you surprised me.

- OK.

- Good.

We'll go for a

ride and be back.

OK, I'll be waiting.

Can you stick your tongue out?

Behave yourself...

and your friend, too.

- Bye.

- Bye, baby.

Wow, there we go.

- Shall we go out, cookie?

- Hi, beauty.

- Shall we go out?

- Eh?

- Shall we go out?

- I'd love to.

- It's 50, hotel included.

- Really?

I'd charge you 80.

What do you think?

And you owe me 30.

What if I charge you 100

and you can owe me?

- You're so pretty!

- Bye.

- I like how she negotiates.

- Yeah.

- Let's see these two.

- Look at you!

Hi!

Let's see.

- Hot mama.

- Let's see, honey.

You like it?

- Move it aside for me.

- Oh, sexy mama.

- Let's see.

- Twenty for a blow job.

- Eh?

- Twenty for a BJ.

Twenty for head?

I love BJs.

Blowj*bs?

Do you dig BJs?

Yeah, with that mouth.

Really?

Sure.

How yummy.

- That's good.

- Let's go.

- Bye, mama.

- Bye.

- Look at this one.

- I like her.

Yes, this one, I love her.

Look, no.

Are you coming, baby?

Yes.

Uh Uh

Ok. Bye, love.

Bye.

Bye.

The blonde one.

The blonde one.

The blonde one?

I'd do the blonde one,

the first and the third one.

This one looks like my mom.

Good evening.

What's that disguise all about?

For 30 dollars you can f***

Thatcher, you spoiled brat.

Wow, ok.

Bye, Margarita.

No f***ing way!

Beauty.

That was a moron who hasn't

let go of the Falkland Islands war.

Thatcher.

Margaret Thatcher.

Please.

- Are they pulling my leg?

- Yeah, and they got it.

Here, look.

Very good.

I'll stick with this.

Cheers.

Cheers.

To the chopsticks.

You know what I was thinking?

Remember the Duck?

The Duck!

Do you know anything about him?

He's... the bouncer

at a gay club.

Good for him!

It's a ritzy club,

20 bucks a drink.

The Duck.

And the other one?

What was his name?

Who?

The red-haired one who

wore the Miami t-shirt.

What a fool, please!

Lolo.

Lolo, Lolo, yeah, that one.

He disappeared.

He told everybody that

an American businessman,

I think, had gotten

him set up in Miami.

Miami.

But...

others say he's dead.

Dead?

Yes.

They say he died from it...

and that he made up that

story about the American...

to get admitted to the hospital.

What an a**hole!

Don't be so crude,

nobody's safe.

- He's an a**hole.

- No, he's not.

- I bet he let them.

- What would you know?

- I do know.

- Shut up.

I'm sure they offered

him twice as much.

Sure, right.

And he was willing to...

f*** without a condom.

Don't you realize it's

just his style, you moron,

this whole thing

about the American,

the shitty shirts he used

to wear that said 'Miami'?

I bet he ended up in

the AIDS hospital...

in the infectious section.

What an a**hole.

Thanks.

- So, what are you?

- Now I'm a wild boar.

How come "now you

are a wild boar"?

- I'm a snake, let's go!

- OK.

- Should I buy it?

- No.

- It's bullshit.

- Right.

How about going at it

together, relaxing?

Going out, are

you asking me out?

No, I said going at it.

Now I get it,

I know what you mean.

C'mon, d'you want to?

Don't play stupid.

- We are both machos, right?

- Yeah.

Well... so?

Well, but I'm not sure...

"The Swan" reopened.

Remember "The Swan"?

- "The Swan".

- On Congreso street.

The one with the

billboard at the entrance.

- Yes, neon light.

- It would be cool if...

Well, I was planning on

working one more hour.

"I was planning on

working one more hour".

There were never lies

between us, or were there?

- Should I answer that?

- No.

- Hello, guys.

- Good evening.

- How are you?

- Hi, hi.

How is it going?

18, 25 or 35?

Does the one for

35 have a Jacuzzi?

- Yes.

- Ok, I'll take the one for 35.

Thanks.

- In the back, on the right.

- OK, thanks.

You knew Fatty...

in fact,

I think you were with him...

a few times last Summer.

- Really?

- Yeah, don't you remember?

I don't know who you

are talking about.

I left the streets

thanks to him.

At the beginning he'd come looking

for me once or twice a week.

One day he told me

"here, this cab's for you".

He was still the owner,

and I'd only drive it,

but I didn't have

to pay a thing.

Fatty would even fill it up.

- Everything.

- Everything.

One day, about...

three months ago,

he went to see the doctor

and found out he had cancer.

- Cancer?

- Cancer, yes.

He came back and told me;

"put a tie on,

we'll go see a notary".

He left me a condo and the cab.

For you?

And the rest?

He left the rest to

his wife and sons.

Fatty.

He died.

Only at the cemetery

did I meet his sons,

two guys older than me.

- Didn't you know them?

- No.

They were so uncomfortable;

They kept looking at their watches.

I wouldn't be

surprised if they were...

afraid of being late

to watch "Big Brother".

Fatty.

You knew him.

What a guy, a good guy.

Am I so boring?

No, I'm listening,

you moron, I'm listening.

- You look tired.

- F*** you!

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