Solo quiero caminar (I Only Want to Walk)

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When a man is alone,

night is night and it begins

with the morning.

But there's always an hour

that expels an hour,

and a star that brings light.

You just have to wait.

Food market.

Mexico D.F.

JUST WALKING:

- She looks familiar.

- Yeah.

Hell, she works in the courts.

I'll check it out.

Come on!

Where's your sister?

Let's go! Move!

Juan, love, wake up.

- You're always late, mom.

- I'm sorry.

Like all women.

Today, April 17,

my mother died.

Her hair will never be white.

My father beat her to death,

he thought she was unfaithful.

Now I'm the age my mother was

when she died.

I've lived more time

without her than with her.

I just want my father

to get out of prison

so I can kill him.

Tell them to come up and get her.

And pay them.

No woman steals from me.

I f*** them

or they suck my dick,

but they don't steal from me.

Understand?

F***ing whore.

My name is Gabriel.

I'll always remember what

my mother said before she died.

"The man who hits a child

or a woman

is condemned,

condemned forever."

Hey, man.

I was looking for you

all morning.

I forgot today's the 17th.

- How are you?

- OK.

- You're OK?

- Yeah.

Cheer up. Tomorrow

we're going to Spain.

Sh*t, no.

We're going to work.

- Have you eaten?

- No.

Want to have lunch?

Let's go.

Ana, it's Yvonne.

I'm sorry about your sister.

I've got a job for you

with some Mexicans. Call me.

- Flix.

- Ramn.

My partner, Gabriel.

Hello.

Hello.

A little gift.

Sh*t, Ho Chi Minh.

What happened to Ho Chi Minh

will happen to those a**holes too.

Who the hell's that?

Hey!

Careful with your teeth.

It isn't made of wood.

- What?

- Yeah.

What's your name?

Ana.

Ana, you've got poetry

on your lips.

Mind if we speak in private?

No.

What do you think of me?

I don't know,

I hardly know you.

Come on, you've just sucked

my dick, that's kind of personal.

What do you think of me?

You're...

I don't know, odd.

Odd, yes.

Very odd and very rich.

I'm glad.

- You're glad?

- Yeah.

That's good.

I'd like to marry you.

Well?

Are you joking?

You know what I do.

That's exactly why.

- You saw it, right?

- Yeah.

Think about it.

But don't take too long,

I'm going back to Mexico.

My proposal gift.

- You really are odd.

- If only you knew, my love.

And the lemon?

No, you take tequila without

lemon or salt or gestures.

It'll be 20 million.

- Dollars?

- Dollars.

A lot of money.

It's what the deal costs.

I need more information.

Banks, accountants,

- supply lines.

- Yeah.

F*** that.

What do you work at?

What do you think?

Well...

When I get back,

tell me what you work at.

- You can't marry a whore.

- I can, for blow jobs like that.

The day you marry her,

the blow jobs'll stop.

I want you to be my best man.

Women's prison.

Algeciras. Spain.

Algeciras courts. Spain.

Paloma, his Honor

is asking for you.

- Bring me your friend's file.

- Thank you, your Honor.

Robbery with assault,

re- offender...

Very difficult.

Yes, yes.

What do you suggest?

It's best if you decide that.

It's been a while

since I've had women my age.

Come here.

Paloma, love,

sit beside me.

You're so pretty.

And your skin...

You look like a virgin.

In a uniform,

you'd look like a schoolgirl.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you!

You look lovely.

- Love him lots.

- Yes!

I'll be right back.

My boy...

Excuse me.

What do you think?

She doesn't look

like a whore now.

She's lovely.

You take good care of her.

I'll make a woman of her.

Cheers.

I have to ask you a favor.

What is it?

I'm talking to the Koreans

about expanding the business.

You want me to talk

to Doa Amelia.

Exactly. What woman

can say no to you?

I have to work at your wedding!

You're my sh*t- hot, right- hand man.

Weddings are so boring,

aren't they?

Yes.

May I sit down?

Go ahead.

I know this is a party, but...

Flix wants to do business

with the Koreans.

Provided you don't mind.

Very well.

But I don't want any noise,

is that clear?

It's difficult.

We don't know anyone in Customs.

Can you help us out?

We'll see what I can do.

You're a queen.

The prettiest woman here.

- I'll leave you.

- No, no.

Sit with me a while.

I like your company.

Well?

Thank you.

- How are you coping?

- It's OK.

The first month is the worst.

I had it all thought out.

It was bad luck.

Bad luck?

Yeah.

Your sister asked me

to go to Mexico with her.

Her husband'll give me a job.

I can't make it here.

I'm glad.

Keep her off the drink.

- Watch her.

- Don't worry.

Give her this.

Good luck.

F*** it.

What's up?

Women today are definitely

not like our mothers.

What's wrong?

Nothing, it's...

It'll be hard work

changing that b*tch.

Sleeping all f***ing day,

talking about Spain

all f***ing day...

She feels lonely.

But those blow jobs!

Why are you hurting me?

Why are you hurting me?

I told you, not with whores.

It's bad with the Koreans.

Why?

I've got the sons in my pocket

but not the old man.

I'll talk to him.

You have to clear the way a bit.

How many are there?

Give her to the other.

OK.

Good evening.

Hands off, a**hole!

Take it easy.

Let's go, ma'am.

How about one for the road?

Looking for a boyfriend, Coyuco?

Hey, come on.

Take it easy, ma'am.

Careful, mind your head.

Stop drinking.

How's my sister?

The room is great, Aunt Ana.

Much bigger

than the one in Spain.

That's right, champ.

I'm glad you like it.

Unpack your case.

Cool it, mom, I'm going

to rest a bit and think.

Great.

He doesn't change, eh?

He's got such a nerve.

- So, how's my sister?

- She's fine.

She gave me this for you.

- And how are you?

- I'm OK.

- You're OK?

- Yes.

Really?

Gloria, we have to talk.

Of course we do, a lot.

- But tomorrow.

- Listen...

You have to go home now.

- Listen to me.

- I'm listening.

We can steal everything

from them. Everything.

- Who do you want us to rob?

- My husband.

Ana...

And we'll never

have to rob anyone again.

I've got it all written down.

For months, I've been writing

every detail of what he does.

When my sister

gets out of prison...

Love, come here.

Wait.

Yes?

You've got 20 seconds to come down,

my love, or I'll go up for you. OK?

- 'Bye.

- 'Bye, sweetheart.

My love.

Why do you do this to me?

Look at me.

Look at me.

- I've told you 1,000 times that...

- Go to hell, you bastard.

You can't hurt me anymore.

- No?

- No.

Go to hell!

Let's go.

Put on some music.

Get me out of here.

I'm trying.

- I can't go with you.

- I understand.

Gloria sent this for you.

Get me out of here.

Get me out of here.

GYM:

FOR REN:

It's sh*t.

What happened?

Oh, Jesus.

An accident.

I swear it was an accident.

Sit down.

- You want some coffee?

- No.

- You want anything?

- No.

I'm going to the hospital.

Are you coming?

No, if I see her like that

it'll break my heart.

You know what?

Will you do me a favor?

Take her this photo.

I think they're her parents.

- Staying for breakfast?

- No, thank you, I'm leaving now.

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