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Love's a bitch
What did you do, asshole?
- What did you...? - Nothing! Nothing
Nothing? Stop bullshitting me, you fuck!
Fuck, he's bleeding like a pig.
They still coming?
They still behind us?
I can't see them.
Shit, he's bleeding to death, man!
Stop the bleeding.
I can't, man!
- Use your fucking hands! - It's too much fucking blood!
Here come those bastards.
Step on it!
Son of a bitch!
Step on it!
Motherfuckers!
- Son of a bitch! - Watch out!
- Shit, he fell. - Is he dead?
Why to hell did you fuck with those bastards?
Is he dead?
Fucking answer me!
No, but he keeps falling down. He's bleeding even more!
I've covered his wound.
Get down! Get down!
They got a fucking gun! They shooting at...
Get down!
Fuck I don't wanna die!
That's it, you assholes! Motherfuckers!
Boy, they ran right into that!
We gotta hurry, man, turn right!
We must head to Dr Chilaquil's place.
Son of a bitch.
- Get down, man. - Faster, step on it!
Get going, faster! Step on it!
Open the window!
Open the window, the door is jammed.
Octavio and Susana
Are you ready?
What's your stake?
Ten thousand.
OK for 10,000?
Go on then.
You're on for 10.
10's the stake.
Heat 'em up!
Marks!
Let them go!
Cofi!
Cofi, come here!
Fucking dog!
Hello, senora.
How's he been?
Better. The fever broke.
Susana, I can't watch him tomorrow.
Why?
I have to help my sister move,
and go to the market.
Senora, give me a break!
I have a match final. I'll iron tonight.
No.
Leave the kid with your mother.
My mother?
Just this week. Then I'll work it out.
No.
I raised my children,
now you raise yours.
Go on, Turco!
Get him, eat him!
Do I stop it? He'll kill him.
It's cool. He's back on top.
Kill him!
- What's up, Ma? - Sit down and eat.
How's it going, little dude?
- How's he doing? - Better.
Thank you.
Know what? A baby born in Guadalajara
gets a finger up his ass.
- Why? - To see what he'll be.
If he kicks, he'll be a soccer player.
If he screams, a mariachi.
And if he laughs, he'll be a homo.
What about girls?
They get the finger until they're 18.
Stop bullshitting, Octavio.
Susana?
Susana? Did you bleach my uniform?
Look at it!
And Cofi?
Where is that fucking dog?
- No "hello"...? - Where?
- I don't know. - Sit and eat.
You let him out again, right, bitch?
I always tell you to watch it when you go out!
- Lay off! - Who asked you?
You don't care about that dog. I feed it.
This is between me and my wife.
I'm the one who let him go, so lay off her.
Keep out of it!
Shut up, please.
Here's your dough, less 500 for my cut.
- Just luck, fatso. - Cool.
- See you Saturday. - OK.
What about your fucking dog?
Barbecue it if you'd like, shithead!
Champignon, move that dog!
Fucking dog can't get enough!
Give him to me.
He won't budge.
Sic him on those dogs. That will cool him off.
Good idea.
It's in the bag.
- Hey, that's Octavio's dog. - Exactly.
- Can I? - Yes.
Thanks for earlier.
What?
That was cool, taking the blame.
What happened here?
It's nothing.
Did Ramiro do this to you?
Yes, but he didn't mean it.
Didn't mean it?
You know what he's like.
Why do you put up with it? He treats you like shit.
Not always.
Are you stupid or just pretending?
Someone's here for you.
- Hang on. - Uh-huh.
You know Ramiro doesn't want Susana in your room.
We were watching TV!
Your brother doesn't like it, neither do I.
It's the last time, you hear me?
The last!
- What's up? - You won't believe it.
- What? - Your dog killed Jarocho's Pancho.
What happened?
Jarocho sicced Pancho on Cofi,
but Cofi saw him coming.
He snapped his neck and killed him.
- Where's Cofi? - Here he comes.
Cofi! Here!
He's all right.
The other dogs didn't touch him.
What gives, Octavio?
Know what your dog did?
- Yeah. - So?
It's OK, huh? It's cool.
Cool?
It's not cool at all.
Bring Pancho.
See what he did?
This dog was worth at least 20,000 pesos.
Have him stuffed for your mantel.
Don't be a smartass, kiddo.
You have two choices. Pay me, or pay me.
Why should I pay you?
Want to play with me? OK.
Wait! Why did you set Pancho on him?
Listen, give me your dog,
and I'll forget it.
You're nuts.
Start saving,
'cause you're gonna pay.
Make Ramiro pay if you're so cool.
Afraid he'll kick your ass again?
No way, asshole.
I'm not taking any more shit.
Got it, Octavio?
Let's go.
What's up?
Got a joint?
Ramiro, I need money.
Don't got any. Payday's Friday.
So what do I do?
The baby needs diapers and formula,
and the eggs you eat aren't free.
- Got no money. - "Got no money".
So you got no money?
Are you deaf?
What I hear, drugstores are good business.
You better shut it, that ain't your fucking business.
You're such an asshole.
One more word, and I cut off your balls.
Big talk won't make you a big guy.
- Jimena took my headband. - Give it back.
It's my headband!
No, it was a gift.
Liar, I bought it at the store.
Just give it to her. You never wear it anyway.
I'll get it!
Hello?
- Who was it? - They hung up.
That mute man again? Or that mute woman, maybe?
I'll get it.
Hello?
Hung up again.
Weird!
Can I come in?
What's up?
You going out?
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