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Dude.

ls Fiesta Dacanay here?

You're the new guy?

You're dead, man. Dead.

Do you have any other job options?

ls there a problem?

lf you're with Fiesta Dacanay...

She's a terror.

Terror.

I hope you're not a crybaby.

-She made Macasaet, her last driver, cry.

-Yes.

He cried?

Yes.

But why?

She rained insults on him,

accusing him of not knowing how to drive.

Cursing him from head to toe.

From the beginning to the end of the day.

lf l were you, l'd back out.

lt's Fiesta.

Renato Timbancaya?

Get on!

Just call me Nato.

Timbancaya,

l'm very frank so l'll be blunt.

l don't like you.

lf you plan on staying long,

you better listen.

l am Fiesta.

Happy Fiesta?!

No. Just Fiesta. No happy.

l was joking.

There will be no joking.

No reckless driving.

No smoking. No drinking.

No eating. No tardiness.

You're wasting time, idiot. Move it.

Passengers are waiting.

Sh*t.

Get InI

Ma'am.

Sir!

Here.

What? You're gonna cry?

lf you're going to cry then get off.

You're going to die!

Devil boy!

Who's going to die?

You're pissing me off!

Hey, Fiesta!

He's just a kid!

What?!

Your fIrst day at work

and you know better than me?

Concentrate on your drivIng!

From dawn to mIdnight

and thIs Is all we made?

We worked for nothing.

lts only the bosses who are getting rich.

Timbancaya...

Can you check this out.

What?

Hey... hey! This bum is drunk.

Hey, Sir! This is the terminal.

You have to go.

Come on, come on.

Give me your hand.

Get up. Come on.

Oh, crap!

lt's just vomit.

Sir, just breathe deeply.

Breathe in and out.

Timbancaya, don't just stand there.

Help me!

We're going down, okay?

Step down. Slowly. Slowly.

Slowly.

One last step is high.

ls this yours?

Thanks.

Hey, Nato!

You survived! Join us!

ls that bad, huh?

-Fiesta is vile! A real b*tch.

-ls that bad, huh?

Didn't l tell you to back out?

She's domineering.

That's the problem.

She just needs some loving...

-Kiss her. Just kiss her.

-Are you mad?

l won't kiss her even if you pay me.

You're such a wuss.

Listen...

Fiesta does not scare me.

l can take her on.

l'll make her beg for mercy...

so she better ease up

or she's going to have it out with me.

l can pummel her with kisses

or pummel her with punches. The choice is hers.

l'll take the punches!

How long have you been standing there?

Go home. You're drunk.

Go home? lt's still early.

l've only had one drink.

Go home, I saId.

You have work tomorrow.

Says who?

Says me.

What? Should l let her have it?

Nato!

Nato, Nato! Are you okay?

Nato, wake up!

Nato!

-Nato, get up.

-Nato!

Are you okay, Nato?

Hey, Timbancaya!

-You squished a passenger!

-What?

Timbancaya, you're an idiot! l'll report this!

Please don't. They'll fire me.

Fiesta! Please don't report me.

l will lose my job.

The other day you were on your high horse

too proud to beg.

Now look at you... Wimp!

ls that so...

Sorry.

l really didn't want to kiss you.

No, no, no. What l mean is...

Just don't report me, please.

The kid will not take legal action.

The other bus made a sudden left.

ls it my fault that the other driver is stupid?

Fiesta?

Fiesta! Hey!

Pay for this.

Thanks.

l didn't know you were a girl.

Shut up.

What happened back there?

Nothing.

Hey, are you okay?

-Give it here. l'm going home.

-No! No! No!

l'll walk you home.

Whatever. l'll still report you.

l'll leave your napkin here.

l need to go.

You're a real pain in the ass!

Me? What did l do now?

You're still here?

lt's always the same!

Why can't he just die?!

Why can't a car run him down

and put an end to this?!

Or maybe a blow to the head will kill him...

Fall to his death?!

Or get struck by lightning?!

Damn it!

ls he here?

Since we opened.

Who does she want dead?

Her father.

Dad?

Dad!

Dad...

Dad...

Dad, let's go home.

Dad, let's go...

Timbancaya, since you're still here...

make yourself useful.

Help me with him!

Put him down on the bed.

Fiesta, is your mother home?

Dad...

-Dad...

-l can do it. l can do it.

This is my hell.

Go ahead. Explain this.

lt was an accident, boss.

The bus made a sudden left.

lt rammed us on the side.

Boss,l didn't want this to happen.

lt was an accident.

Accident?

And the taxi incident? Was that an accident too?

What taxi?

Boss, the taxi is a different story.

You have a history of accidents!

You should look for another job.

You're a liability to Janus Express.

Boss. Please.

lt's not his fault.

Not his fault?

Yes. The other driver was to blame.

We were parked when he rammed us.

Fiesta, l'm making him your responsibility.

l've already given him two chances,

there will be no third.

No, boss. There won't be a third.

l promise. We'll be careful.

-What are you waiting for?! Go!

-Sir, thank you.

Hey, Fiesta.

Fiesta, thank you.

l'm sorry.

lt won't happen again.

Make sure it won't.

lt was your fault.

Passengers were still getting on

when you drove off!

Clean up your act, Timbancaya!

Or else l'll get rid of you myself!

l will.

Hey, Fiesta!

Cubao Underpass! Cubao!

Cubao! Cubao Underpass!

Cubao Underpass!

Cubao Underpass!

Thief!

-The man with a cap. Don't let him pass.

-Cubao, Underpass.

-Thief!

-Hey, my cellphone!

Hey!

-Hey FIesta, waItI

-Hey, my bracelet!

Hold on, wait.

Are you crazy? He'll kill you!

My bracelet!

That was given to me by my mother.

lf he stabs me...

Give it back! Bastard! Thief!

l'll beat you up.

-Sir, hang on. We can talk about this.

-What? You're a hero, huh?

No, here. Take it.

Take it. lt's yours.

Who do you think you are now? Bastard!

-Come back here!

-Where's my bracelet?!

Where's my bracelet?

-There.Thank you.

-That's my cellphone.

This bracelet?

-Timbancaya, l already said thank you!

-All l get is a thank you?

-Why? What else do you want?

-That's it.

Go out with me on a date.

Huh? Why?

-l could have been killed.

-Give that to me.

So what?

Give it to me.

lf you're going to be that way,

l'm keeping the bracelet.

Give it back!

No way.

You'll get it back when we go out.

Timbancaya!

l'll pick you up Saturday. Don't forget.

l hate you!

ls it your treat?!

Of course.

And try to dress nice, not like a dyke.

Dress nice, okay?

Let's go!

Fiesta, you have a visitor.

Fiesta, you have a visitor.

Who?

Nato.

Where are you going?

We're just going to eat at...

What?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Let's go!

What time will you be back?

Why, dad?

Uhmmm... just before midnight.

Son, this is my only child.

Take care of her.

Oh, dad.

Don't worry. l'll keep her safe.

You look nice. You look like a girl.

Are you okay?

l'm fine.

We'll go ahead, Sir.

Son of a pizza!

Just use your hands.

No thanks. l'm not hungry.

Fiesta, what now?

Let's sit a while. My feet hurt.

Wait. What now?

Can you still walk?

Give me your shoes.

Give them to me.

Or else carry me home.

But you're heavy.

Timbancaya, you're pissing me off.

Go on. Take them off.

Are you serious?

Fine, here.

So what do l use?

How will l walk?

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