Where is it? Do you have it, don't you?
Fuck! Who has it got then?
He must know something about it, damn...!
Do you think that we're all stupid?
Are you kidding me...?
I have nothing to do but beat you up all night long...
So, it's up to you... Get it, man?
Fucking hell! Who the hell is he? Lucky Luck?
Release him, he hasn't got it.
Are you looking for it too?
Release him, damn!
Shit! Fuck God! He got into character very well...
Let's see where I gotten myself into...
Road CO-3203...
Nothing! Not a sign, either!
Welcome, Carlos...
How much I like that girl...
Well I like this one much more.
Have you looked at her properly?
Yeah... I'm already looking at her...
You're getting stone...
That's what happens to you every single night...
Tonight is different. Tonight she's going to fall...
Yeah... I don't know if she's going to fall at your feet or at his... but she's surely going to fall...
So you got lost... right?
Well, I don't know why you say that.
You're not from here, you don't have our accent...
Well, it's not such a big deal anyway.
And you've got such a big map.
Well, I actually have... Why should I be misleading you... It's really very big...
Really?!
I was actually talking about...
... the map.
Yes, of course...
Goodness... I'm going to punch him so hard that he'll never forget it...
I'm in...
Hey, you! What the hell are you doing?
Has the cat got your tongue?
-Ah! Are you talking to me? -Yes I am, man...! Have you come to get on my nerves?
On your nerves and everything that goes with it...
-What the hell are you looking at, my friend? -Just leave him in peace!
-What the fuck, shut up! -Listen, listen! Your face looks familiar...
-What do you mean? -Are you serious?
- What the fuck...! - ¡Shhh!
Just let him explain...
I've been told that Miguel might have a job for me.
Who says that?
-A dark haired man with... -With moustache, right?
-Exactly, a man who always wears... -A tracksuit! Is that right?
-We're talking about the same person! -What were you expecting, boy?
Yep, Sir! Our friend, the Colombian, knows what all this business is about...
Wait a minute! The Colombian is not that one...
What? We know him very well... otherwise you can always ask him.
Ok, let's suppose you know him, well he was the one who told me to come here today...
Where is Miguel?
It was Saint Isidro's Day and the village got empty, nobody out in the streets, you could do whatever was on your mind. That's what I call Lawless City.
That's why I decided to go for a ride and see if some dumbass was around... and that's when I met The Spider.
The Spider looks like he's a little spaced out...!
A damn freakie who used to steal wifi passwords...
... What a coincidence!
And to think that my internet connection was so slow. I get close to him and ask: Are you stealing my password to give it to the neighbour?
That bastard comes closer and looks at me in a very bad way. I was really spaced out...
The worst thing hasn't been spending a period in jail but finding bags of garbage on a public holiday....
... and a chainsaw full of soup...
Bingo! It's Death!
You're really mad!
That devil was so heavy... That bastard surely stuffed himself with food.
But my mind is calm... I'm sure more than one I've done a favor...
- Come on, Santi! Come here, I'm telling the story of The Spider! - Really?!
Why are you so happy if you can't stand hearing that story anymore?
What a fucking bastard...
Don't look at me that way! It's just a joke...
You're just an dick licker.
Is it true, isn't it?
You're all assholes...
I'm joking around again, damn... You're so nervous...
-Let me see, who is this one? -Well we just found him ---
Shut up! Let him speak by himself.
Well, whay are you doing?
I've been talking to the Colombian and he told me you could have something for me.
"Some-thing"? For you?
He feel so important...
Would you like a loaf full of shit?
That's for you, so that you'll have something to eat in case of famine...
Come on! Punch him as hard as you punched Spider! Punch him right there! On his face! Come on!
This guy has more guts that all of you. Let me see, what's your name?
Carlos.
Well as you have probably guessed, I am Miguel. Are you here because of the Colombian?
Yes, I am.
-Where you going so early? -I'm tired of waiting for you.
-Fran, who's that girl? -What?
-Who is she?
-Your girlfriend... -Well, in this case I don't understand why these idiots can't stop staring at her.
-So, what are we going to do with him? -He must go away with you tomorrow.
Can you see that tree? El Piojo should be just behind it. Go and five him this bag. He must give you the money.
Do you understand?
Ok.
What colour is the bag?
It's black.
Is it heavy?
Well... It's not that heavy.
Fine, leave it here on the ground.
Open it and tell me what's there inside.
Come on!
-There are one, two, three pistols. -Take the one you like the most.
What?!
Are you the guy I met in the alleyway?
-Why did you help me? -Miguel. That's what we have in common.
I know you're following the track that leads to something we all aim at and which is now in his hands...
Do you aim at it too?
No, I don't. I've already paid enough just for wanting it.
I just want to screw him over, steal it...
... even though you'll have it and I won't even get the best out of it.
Whatever just to fuck him.
Won't you complain about it, will you?
And now take a pistol... you never know...
Go away!
What about the money?!
What money, champ?
-This guy is really very late. -What are we going to do?!
-We'll wait just a little bit more.
-Start it up! -¡Fuck...!
Step on it, come on, step on it!
- Morning. - Let's go inside.
Yesterday the business was good... and you had enough balls to decide on your own...
... I hope Miguel thinks the same...
-He already know everything...
Carlos.
Come in.
I know what happened yesterday. I don't care if you killed that old pervert...
... well...
... what I can't stand is that you took the liberty of deciding on your own, doing exactly what you, bastard, wanted.
Anyway, the worst is that you didn't bring neither the bag nor the money.
I don't know anything about the bag.
-What? You don't know? But you had the bag! -El Piojo told me to leave it on the ground!
-And then what?! -I ran away so that his gorilla couldn't catch me!
I knew you had the guts, man...
I'll look the other way just because you killed that faggot I could not stand anymore...
Moreover I'd like to know at what point you can get.
But don'd do it again because I'm gonna break you into pieces.
Just let things as they are... And come to my house tonight, we must talk about a little job.
Come on, this one's on me.
To El Piojo!
You're a son of bitch with sense of humor... What a bastard!
What?! What's going on?!
-Carlos? -¿Where you going?
-Home. -I'll carry you.
Yes or no?
How can you just stay with somebody like Miguel?
There I live.
Who wants a beer?!
-Let's go and have some. -Come on!
Blanca, bring some beers!
-Can you hear me?! -What?!
-Bring some beers and stop watching that kind of shit.
Toro!
This is the man I told you about, the one who killed El Piojo.
-Hiya. -Hi.
I told him about you, Carlos, he is very close to the Colombian too.
Perfect then.
We'll met tomorrow, I'll tell him I got to know you...
-Tomorrow you'll lead Blanca to the place Toro indicates you. -Fine.
She's going on holiday... with some friends of her... it's women's issues... isn't it, Toro?
Yep... they're all sluts...
And where do I have to carry her?
-So you like photography. -Very clever indeed.
And cinema.
Anything else?
-You're going on holiday. -Sure you don't even know where I'm going.
-You're right. I'm a newbie in this little world. -I see... it's quite clear.
-Are you going to stay this way the whole way? -No, I'm not because we're about to arrive. Look, the station is right there.
We'll wait here, he should arrive in a few minutes.
Sorry about that, Carlos.
Don't worry.
- As I know you, I think that --- - Toro's friend has arrived.
He's waiting for you.
Listen, Carlos, they're meeting up tonight.
-Where? -At the pub.
-What is that all about? - Find out for yourself.
I thought you were different, but you killed El Piojo! Damn! You're just like Miguel!
Fucking God, come on!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait... - What you want?!
- I've got Fran's car keys. - Just perfect!
Damn, Carlos, waht are you doing here right now?
Anda, pasa y acércate.
- What? How was your day? Was it good, wasn't it? -Yes, it was, yes, yes... Though I don't have any news.
-I din't introduce to you my friend Samuel. -What happened, brother?
-You finally got to know each other. -Will I have to work with him?
Maybe. But first we have to figure out if this job is custom-made for you.
-No doubt. -I didn't expect anything different. The Colombian never sent me people who couldn't do what they were told to.
-I'm glad to hear that.
I'd be that glad too if you were not pissing me off.
Our dude does stay there unmoved...
-What do you expect, Miguel? -What I expect? I want you to explain me why the fuck you can't identify the Colombian.
-Wow, damn it, since he has cut his moustache... and dreesed up that way... -I do not know this man, no way.
Who the hell are you?
-Why did you kill El Piojo? -I did'n kill him!
Don't touch my balls!
I know very well you say the thing I share with El Piojo...
Bring it here.
Do you like it, don't you?
It cos me an arm and a leg to get it... The thruth is that El Piojo was a smart guy...
... and now you want to be smarter that I am. What a scum you are! <i>-Blanca told you that, you know...</i>
-And now she will be in a disgusting imfamous club...
-How could you just have thought that she could wish an affair with him? -Don't piss me off, little boy!
-Fuck in your bastard face! -You don't have the goddamn gust to kill him!
Let me see if you can keep you damn mouth shut, fucking idio!
You want to shoot me? You don't have the guts!
Why did you go throgh this kind of trouble if you're still suckling at your mother's teat?
What have yo done, asshole?!
God!
What about you folk?! Did you stay here in the middle of this mess all night long, didn't you?!
-Goddamn, we're making a complete mess! -Do not move!
This is because of her, fucking idio?!
You don't have the balls to shoot me! Come on, shoot!
Ahhhh, God!
For Christ's sake!
<i>Silence, please!</i>
<i>Silence!</i>
<i>Go on. Who shot at Mr. Miguel Marín and at Mr. Samuel Portillo alias The Colombian?</i>
Could you say the name out loud?
Fran.
Could you confirm it?
What have you done?!!
It wasn't me, damn!
Of course.
Where is that thing you well know about, Miguel?!
What a bastard you are! Is this all that you want, righ?! Fran took it...
We can look the other way if you like and let this mess in peace...
Done.
What? El Piojo?
-But didn't you kill him? -And when did I say that?
Fuck, I don't understand anything indeed.
-That day he just shot up in the air. -What for?
I don't know...
... he told meit would be better for me if everybody kept on thinking I had killed him...
...that bastard wasn't wrong.
-And what about all the risks...? -It was worth the pain.
How much?
Very much.
Enough to let Miguel keep it without blamings us for everything.
-But what's the sense of it? -I don't remember how it was before... but now... it's about you...
I'm talking about you...
Blanca... Do you understand?
What's going on?
It's the son of bitch I had to stand... a barking mad...
-Let's go out of here! -Are you mad?
A little bit.
Blanca?
Blanca?
Blanca, where are you?!
Blanca, go quickly to the car!
Come on, Carlos, get on now!
Tru...! Trunk!
Carlos!
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