Two Lost in a Dirty Night Page #4

Or you'll lose your hand!

Are you nuts?

Yes, I am! Paco, nuts and

dangerous. Don't you forget it!

Tonho?

Tonho!

Tonho?

Tonho!

Tonho, a**hole, where are you?

Damn it!

Son of a b*tch!

You did go away!

Sh*t!

Bastard!

Where were you?

I'm screwed up here,

and you're hanging out!

What's that suite case for?

That's not your business.

What happened around here?

I decided to help

with decoration. Ain't it cool?

- You've broken it all.

- It was just garbage, anyway.

I'm tired of this sh*t. I'm an artist,

a really good artist

Can't anyone see how good I am?

But they will

I'm going to show them all

how good I am.

They'll be crawling to me,

they'll kiss my boots!

They'll beg for my attention,

and I'll laugh at them! Right?

I'll wet my pants laughing.

Do you know why?

Because I'll end up famous

and they'll be screwed

I'm going to sell a million

copies. A golden record!

I'll put my picture

on the Rolling Stones cover...

and my video will play

non stop on MTV.

I'll be a superstar!

What's that? The System is kidding

with me? Sh*t!

Damn!

With a f***ing piece of equipment

like that I won't make it

All I needed was a

tremendous sound system

A mega super hyper big sound

system! 5,000 Watts.

With such a beast, I'd sing

at the recording company.

I'd press buttons,

rhythm would start... Cool!

The sound going up the walls,

drive half of the city nuts!

People would run to the window

to see:
Who's doing that?

"Who's that girl?"

Paco! Her name is Paco!

What a sound!

"We've got to hire that girl!"

Damn it, Tonho,

I'd be set!

Why don't you buy

that equipment

Are you mocking me,

or you're just stupid?

I'm not talking

about equipment.

I'm talking about a hyper, mega,

big, super sound equipment...

with sampler and what it takes.

5,000 Watts of power.

I just click and the whole New York

philharmonic plays just for me

- That costs a lot, man.

- Why spend it with boots?

I told you to leave my boots

out of this.

If you returned the boots,

you'd get the US$500.

- That's to begin with.

- That's not gonna happen.

Keep your boots, then,

without the equipment.

Damn!

Will I have to spend my life

sucking fagots' d*cks?

Damn, Tonho. I'm talented.

I'm good, I could be great.

If you had the money.

I told you I won't sell

my little boots.

If you had the money...

what would you do?

I told you. I'd buy a super

sound system...

to place it in front

of the recording company.

I was thinking.

Is that so, Einstein?

Does it hurt?

A way to get the money.

You've been here for five years

without a cent. What now?

Stealing.

That's not a bad idea.

I've got to go back to Brazil.

I've got to go back home.

To get out of this sh*t hole

I need money for my ticket.

I tried many things. Useless.

That's the only way I have.

To steal.

You won't rob couples making out

at Central Park. Will you?

- I thought of something better.

- Spit it out.

A client. We could get

one of your clients.

You call the guy in.

At the right time, set him up.

Suggest to go to his place,

for a complete job.

He accepts, takes you there.

I follow you.

When you're up there,

you help me in.

Easy, Paco!

No violence, Paco!

Keep quiet!

I take care of this here.

Go and check out the place

for things to take along.

Move, man! Do you want

to spend the night here?

Damn it, Paco!

What are you doing?

The son of a b*tch won't tell

me where the money is.

Forget the old man,

let's get out.

No! I want more!

The fagot won't play with me!

Damn, Paco, are you mad?

What's the matter?

Are you taking his side?

We've got enough!

Don't be a loser!

Take a look around!

This rich fagot must have

a lot more hidden.

- Let's go, Paco!

- No, I want money.

- Let's go away, Paco.

- Now we go.

Have you lost it, Paco?

You'll kill the old man!

No, I won't. I already have

The fagot is gone.

Damn, that was crazy!

I never thought it could be

so easy to steal!

- You needed not hit him.

- Yes, I did.

- The cops will come after us.

- The cops don't know.

The old man knows.

He can't talk.

That one is gone for good

I hope in God he isn't.

Not even God can help him.

I sent the bastard to hell.

- Do you want him dead?

- Sure! I hit him to kill.

- You're sick.

- Relax.

It's just one old fagot less

in the world. He won't disturb no one.

If the cops get to you,

you can't escape. It's jail.

Damn the cops.

You know...

I liked hitting the old man,

I liked seeing his blood.

The more he whined, the more

I felt like beating him.

If he died, fine.

I killed because I wanted to.

Less one creep in the world.

You don't know what you say.

And there's more. We won't

attack just for money now.

I'm going to finish with these

scumbags I had to suck

All of them!

We'll clean the world.

I'm going to have a gun,

a knife, and my pliers.

I clean the guy and tell him

to get naked. And I say...

"What do you prefer, scumbag.

A bullet, a stab or a pinch?"

The guy scared to death

will say the pinch.

I get my pliers and hit

his balls till he bleeds

You're nuts.

Yeah, I am!

Paco, nuts and dangerous.

That's what the papers should

write about me.

The scumbags exterminator.

It will be cool, man

Those pervert old men won't

have peace any more!

They'll be scared to death,

when they know Paco...

nuts and dangerous,

is at loose.

What harm have they done

to you to be like that?

Not even half of the evil

I'm going to inflict them.

I won't stay here

to watch you screw up.

I'm leaving, Paco.

I'll go back home.

Let's split the money.

Half and half.

How much money is there?

I got US$500 from the fagot.

Plus US$2,000 from the safe.

Cool. US$2,500.

US$1,250 each.

Hold it! The money from the safe

we won't be splitting

Why not?

If it were up to you, we'd have

just this little he gave us.

Had I not forced him,

we wouldn't find the safe.

The money from the safe

is mine.

Are you crazy?

We're in this together.

Nice! Well, should the old man

die and the cops come...

- you'll say you killed him.

- No! I said no violence.

You're smart ass!

We're partners in fortune...

Till sh*t hits the fan, then

I'm the only one screwed!

Paco, I told you not to hit

the guy!

But I did! That's why he gave in

and showed us the safe.

- The money is mine.

- Stealing was my idea.

Big deal. Any idiot could

have thought that.

For God's sake, Paco.

Let's deal with this nicely.

OK. We share the blame

for killing the fagot.

- But I didn't kill anyone!

- The money is mine, then.

- I'll have just US$500.

- US$250.

Wasn't it US$500?

That money we got together.

We share.

US$250 isn't enough

for the ticket.

- Stop whining, damn it!

- I did it for the ticket!

Give me my share. I'm fed up.

OK, Paco, OK.

Let's split once and for all.

I want the pen, the chain,

the cufflinks.

The key ring, the watch

and the pin.

And the ring?

Paco, leave it to me.

You've got a lot already.

A fagot's ring.

- I don't want it. Keep it.

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