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.
JUSTWALKING
- 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,
twenty years ago, 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 fuck them or they suck my dick,
but they don't steal from me.
Understand?
Fucking 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.
Shit, 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.
- FElix. - RamUn.
My partner, Gabriel.
Hello.
A little gift.
Shit, Ho Chi Minh.
What happened to Ho Chi Minh will happen to those assholes 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. - Lf 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.
Fuck 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.
Eight years is a lot.
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.
Four, your Honor.
- 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 Dooa Amelia.
Exactly. What woman can say no to you?
I have to work at your wedding!
You're my shit-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...
FElix 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?
Four.
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.
Fuck 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 bitch.
Sleeping all fucking day,
talking about Spain all fucking day...
She feels lonely.
But those blow jobs!
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, asshole!
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.
- 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.
GYM
FOR RENT
It's shit.
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.
Can you please eat with me, mom?
In a minute.
All day in the kitchen and she can't even have breakfast with me.
Enjoy.
Remember the Koreans.
And take my nephew, he might learn something.
Now what?
I'm going with you.
Cayuco, charge this for me.
You wanted to speak to me?
Yes.
I wanted to ask for two days leave.
My son is ill, I don't know what's wrong.
Very well, two days.
- I hope he gets better. - Thank you.
As soon as Aurora gets here, you'll rest, I promise.
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Goodbye.
Turk.
- Turk! - Yes?
- Take her to her hotel. - Yes.
Listen, Gloria,
don't get angry, I know you've thought it all out,
but why don't we do it all at once?
We can't, there's lots of them.
We can't take them all on.
Before we strike we have to deci...
What's that word?
It's what the Romans did.
- Decimate them. - That's it.
Decimate them.
This is for the car.
- Hey, gorgeous! - You're hot stuff!
- Afternoon. - Hello.
This is for Roberto, a friend of mine here.
Be careful.
Yes.
Don't be angry with me.
I know I promised you, but they'll look after my son.
They're my comrades.
Gloria Duque sent me.
- It was nice, wasn't it? - Yeah.
What about the film you mentioned?
Yeah, it's here.
I'll give it to you.
"The Wild Bunch".
It's a neat title.
You know what, Coyuco?
Talk to the assholes at the airport.
- Again? - Yeah, again.
I need a list of all the passengers arriving on all flights from Spain.
When you see an Aurora Rodriguez, tell me.
"Male Models". Tell me, dear, what can I do for you?
I'm Aurora.
Send me one at 7:00.
The teacher put me in for the essay competition.
- Really? What did you write? - Nothing.
What do you mean?
You have to be prepared, Juan.
And if you're going to bullfight, stand up straight.
Like that.
The money's on the table.
He asked if you're the one they call Babyface.
Yes, that's what they call me.
Mr. Hoan says that he admires your work
and that you don't seem a faggot like your companions.
Tell him he doesn't seem as big a faggot as they say out there.
Nor do his sons.
I brought him a gift.
Thank you, Turk.
He says thank you, he likes it very much.
He asks if it's French.
Yes, I believe it is.
He thinks that when French women talk
they seem to be naked.
What do you think?
He's quite right.
It's a pity they're so far away.
He wants you to tell your partners he approves of the deal,
but he wants to see the money first.
It's done.
The Koreans are sorted out.
We're being robbed.
Who by?
Your wife's pal.
Those Spanish bitches have given me nothing but problems.
Fetch her.
- I've finished. - Let's hear it.
"A very rich man lived in a big house.
One stormy night, they found the man dead in the library.
He'd been poisoned.
Inspector Fern-ndez investigated.
The poison had been injected into his neck.
No laboratory could say what kind of poison it was.
His son, disappointed with the police,
wanted to solve the mystery.
He decided to spend the night in the library
and sit in the same chair where his father was found dead.
The next day, a servant found him dead.
Poisoned.
Then, the younger daughter, Paloma,
decided to continue with the investigation."
- What do you think? - It's very good,
but who poisoned them?
I don't know, but I'll think of something.
Put your hand on the table.
If you want, you can leave.
No, I'll stay.
Take it easy.
Let's move.
What is this?
What in hell is this?
Is that how you iron?
Iron them again, they have to look like new.
They're Orientals, they like things to be perfect.
Orientals, gentlemen. Remember that, Orientals.
Perfectionists, not like you bastards.
GRAND FANCY DRESS PARTY
Cayuco, how do you think they look?
Well,
they look interesting.
They're too much.
I wouldn't worry, after all, they're just women.
These ones are Spanish.
I think that if things get rough these are worse than action men.
Angels are coming to earth.
OUT OF ORDER