If your father lives here, you're paying me a lot more than $50.
He was very good with money.
He'd have to be a millionaire to live here.
Maybe now you wish you'd been nicer.
Hi.
Hello.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Fold it. Fold it.
Fold it... fold it...
Pull tighter, tighter.
Fold it. Fold it.
Fold it.
So, you work at the restaurant.
You must like it.
Work is not for liking. That's why it's called work.
But you've been there so long.
The pay must be good, huh?
You must've saved up a lot over the years.
What business is that of yours?
No...
I mean, you're definitely not spending anything on the place.
You could probably retire soon. Go back to Mexico.
I'm not going back to that shithole.
This is my home.
You don't miss it sometimes?
Never.
Here, let me show you.
Hold your hands like this.
First, fold it to keep the stitching invisible so it looks authentic.
Fold it.
Pull here.
Pay attention. Pull here.
Fold it.
Pull and hide.
That's it. Carry on.
What?
It's nothing.
What can I tell you? Life sucks, kid.
Don't touch me.
- Whatever, man. Just give me my money. - No.
- We had a deal. - It changed.
Give me my money, asshole.
No.
I need a place to sleep.
I'm not exactly going straight home.
It doesn't matter. Anywhere is fine.
Give him the money.
Go on, give it to him.
No.
That's mine, motherfucker. Give me my shit.
- This is why you wanted the money? - Don't judge me.
- But this wastes your life. - Living wastes your life, kid.
Give me my shit.
We're not home yet.
Piece of shit.
- What? You live here? - Is that a problem?
And how is it that you live here?
Some asshole is waiting to sell it.
OK. We're here. Now give me my shit.
- I thought you sold it. - I tried.
It isn't real gold. It's not worth shit.
My father gave it to her when he proposed.
Well, then, it's yours again.
Where will I sleep?
Don't get any ideas.
I wasn't thinking that.
Take the chair.
Do you have water so I can wash?
...rain.
Did anyone ever tell you...
you look familiar?
Bye, old man.
- See you later. - You mean if I can't find a place?
Of course.
Don't worry, by tomorrow I'll be out of your hair.
Bye, Papa.
Did you do something? Did you do something?
- What? - Did you do something?
No. I was cold.
Just get your shit and get out of here.
Go.
I'm hungry.
There's some stuff in the cooler.
Then get out.
- Wanna make some money? - Doing what?
- That guy over there thinks you're cute. - No.
You don't have to do anything with him.
He just wants to watch.
- You and me. What do you say? - No.
Don't be a pussy. It's 100 bucks for 15 minutes.
I said no.
Fine.
- What? - What did you tell him?
Nothing.
What? I didn't tell him anything.
There must be many restaurants in the city. How will I know where to go?
Have you looked in a telephone book?
You said it's French, right?
What? Don't they have those in Mexico?
Sorry, kid, but I can't help you. It's nothing personal.
Now, if you want to pay me another 50 bucks, that's another thing.
- But I gave you all my money. - Is that my problem?
Maybe you should think about that next time somebody offers you more.
Yeah, I know.
But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
You think I wanna be out here freezing my ass off all day?
Not on your life.
Look who's back.
Come on. What are you doing? Wake up.
Nice to have you back, Papi.
Papi, eh? Which papi? Where's your papi?
Is he the fat one or the skinny one?
Who's the bitch now, huh?
Off you go.
Come on. Let's do this.
No.
Motherfucking pervert.
No, no, no.
We need the money.
He doesn't even have the $ 70.
- Son of a bitch. - Let's go.
Look, it's very easy.
The avenues go up and down and the streets go across.
Houston Street is like zero.
Everything below there I'll do with you today.
The rest are all numbered.
Tomorrow you can do the West Village. That's tough.
But I can go with you if you want to pay me again.
Excuse me, sir.
- This is a French restaurant, right? - Yes.
- We're looking for... - Sorry, there's no work here.
We're not looking for work, we're looking for someone.
- Diego Gonzalez, you know him? - No one by that name works here.
No. My father doesn't work at a restaurant, he owns it.
Sorry, man.
Chez Oscar is down the street?
Yeah, sure, it's right next to my mom's mansion.
- Old man. - What are you doing?
I was just...
I was just coming to tell you I'm leaving.
- Where? - I made some money today,
so I can finally get out of your hair.
I'm going to find my own place now.
I don't want to bother you anymore.
All right.
I guess I'll be going.
Hey...
Well...
The guys from the restaurant are going out.
They're going to a place that I don't know.
They say it's nice out, and I was thinking that maybe
we could...
we could get a drink before you leave.
It's not necessary, really.
No, I'd like to.
You haven't really been out much. You've always been here.
Right now?
All right.
- Yes? - Yes.
I'll just leave this inside.
- OK? - Yeah.
All right.
Old man. Old man.
What are you doing here, old man?
We're just grabbing a drink.
Pedro, no?
Yes, this is my...
I'm a distant relative.
So, what are you all drinking?
- Beer. - Beer?
- Four beers and a Scotch for the old man. - No, no.
I'll get that.
- It's a miracle. - What?
It's his last day.
Drink it slow, man.
The night is young.
Better it sit in my stomach than the bottle.
- Cheers. - He's a real bastard.
- So what the hell goes on here? - It's cool, right?
A little tame. Any whores?
I mean, to dance with, of course.
Maybe he's not here anymore. Maybe he never was.
You'll find out when you finish the list tomorrow.
Maybe my mother lied about him.
Maybe.
She did it my whole life.
Hurry up, Magda.
C'mon.
Can't we just sit here a little bit?
And she starts bleeding everywhere.
And I'm thinking, "It's not her time of the month."
"She's a virgin."
Seriously, a virgin.
But I'm getting right on the edge.
And then her dog comes up and starts to lick it.
She didn't notice, and I wasn't gonna stop for the dog, so I just kept going.
And then I finished.
And I just lay there. It's not easy doing it on the steps.
It wasn't easy at all. Then we were both satisfied.
And then everything gets silent.
And then there's this sound...
Fucking hell. She realized it was the dog.
She finally realized the dog was down there.
Why don't you go for a dance?
What, dancing?
No, no, no.
Here. Go for it.
All right, here it goes. Follow me.
Now let me show you how it's done.
For you, my father.
With love.
He's a good kid, no?
Yes.
Damn girl.
What do you have to do to get laid around here?
- Nothing, unless you pay for it. - That's what I offered.
Stop fucking around, Magda.
Can't we just sit here for a few days?
Why don't we get out of here?
We could go back home, find a place on the beach.
- What do you say? - I'd say you're still a kid.
We'd sit in the shade of palm trees all day
and eat the coconuts as they fall.
I had a friend who went there.
He dove for lobsters. He ate as much as he wanted and sold the rest.
Really?
I'd like that - to dive for lobsters.
Let's see if I can find the key.
I'm going to the bathroom. To the throne.
- The throne. - The throne.
Have you heard the one about the...
Go to sleep. It's late.
There were so many nights I used to lay in bed and think about you.
Who you were, what you were doing, where you were.
Why you left.
You're breaking my heart.
Why are you always so harsh?
The world is harsh.
- Maybe you should drink less. - Maybe you should talk less.
Yeah...
My mother was wrong about you.
She said you were successful, kind and generous.
That you would help me out.
But you know what you are?
You're just a bitter, frightened old man
who cares only about himself.
You know what your mother was good for?
Lying. Even I believed her.
A good swindler always knows how to say what you want to hear, right?
My mother wasn't a swindler.
Then what happened?
Tell me. Then what happened?
Can you tell me where five years of my life went?
Sending everything home every week.
What do you think that's worth?
I can tell you exactly what it was worth to her.
$15,000.
15,000 fucking dollars I sent her.
For what?
For her to spend on another?
And what about me? What do I have to show for it?
This life, this shit.
Should I thank your mother for that?
Should I thank that good woman?
That honest, decent woman?
No, kid.
She was a swindler. One of the best.
OK, then tell me, because I don't understand.
If she was such a swindler, if she betrayed you, why did you come back?
- Why did you spend that night with her? - Because I was a stupid kid.
- A hothead, like you. - That's all?
She never wanted me anyway. You ever think of that?
But why would she choose to spend the night with you?
What do I know?
If she already had a man she loved...
Maybe she never loved me. Maybe she was a whore.
No. You were her first.
Her first? How do you know?
Why didn't you finish her letter, old man? It's all there. What are you afraid of?
- It's time you shut up. - No. You don't know anything.
- I loved her. - You just said she didn't love you.
She stole my money. She stole my life.
- Then tell me why. - You better shut up.
- Answer me. - Shut up.
- Answer me. - Because I had a right.
You raped her?
Say it. You raped her?
Why won't you answer me? Say it. You raped her?
Where are you going, eh?
What do you think happened after you left her with a bastard son?
She became a whore. She got syphilis and it killed her.
You killed her.
You repulse me.
- Wait... - Let go of me.
- Let me explain... - Shut up.
- Pedro... - You killed her.
What do you know, little boy?
Do you think I really care what you think?
What makes you think I even wanted a son?
Can't you see I don't want you in my life?
Why are you still here?
Or are you after something else?
What's this?
What are you after?
A shortcut?
Like your mother?
You think you can avoid a life of hard work just because I made a mistake?
I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.
But hear me now - the worst mistake I ever made was you.
Get out of my life.
You're not gonna touch me again or I'll kill you.
You hear? Don't ever touch me again.
- Son of a bitch. - Don't move or I'll kill you.
I'm leaving now, old man.
Pedro.
Feels good, no?
My mother used to do this to me when I was little.
Excuse me. I was hoping you might help me.
- Sorry, kid, no work. - No, I'm looking for someone.
Diego Gonzalez.
- Diego? - Yes.
- Does he work here? - Wow, look at that.
- Who are you? - I'm Pedro. His son.
That's funny.
- You've already been here. - What?
Yeah, we even had a drink together last night.
- Only you didn't look like you. - What are you saying?
Wait, wait, wait.
- You do look more like Diego than he did. - Is he here? Let me see him.
Some other Pedro's been here claiming the same thing.
Juan? Where is my father?
11 years I've been here, and he's never missed a shift. Until today.
You again, huh?
I found my father's restaurant.
He's a dishwasher.
Yeah?
He wasn't there.
But they told me where he lives. It's where we left the note.
And that motherfucker who robbed me
has been with him all this time, claiming he's me.
Really?
I'm going over there.
I just wanted to see you.
Well, see if you'd want to come with me.
What do you need me for?
I don't know.
You never had it so good, right?
Juan?
Son of a bitch.
No.
Goddamn.
Pedro?
Is that you, Pedro?
Yes, old man.
Come into the light. Let me see you.
I'm afraid.
Why are you afraid?
I'm in trouble. I must go away.
No. Don't be crazy.
Son, I...
I read the letter.
And...
But come. Come inside and we can talk.
My son.
- What have they done? - No, no...
- Are you hurt? - No...
Come. Come inside.
- It was I who hurt someone. - Why?
I didn't mean to, I swear it. The knife went by itself.
I swear I didn't mean to.
We have to get ready.
But they know where you live.
Then we must hurry.
Bring me your bag. The bag, quick.
Hold it open. Hold it open.
Take off your shirt. Take off your shirt.
No, Papa.
They will catch you like this.
Do as I say. Take your clothes off. Come on.
Put this on.
Your clothes.
Quickly, your clothes.
Throw it away. As soon as you can, get rid of it.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
Don't look back. Move forward.
Don't look back.
Don't sleep. Keep moving. Run. Run.
I can't, Papa. I can't.
Of course you can.
You are a man.
You are not a child anymore.
- You're not coming with me? - No.
If I'm not here, they'll look for two of us.
Besides, I'll slow you down.
Pedro...
I'm your father. I will make up for everything, I promise.
- But your money. - You must take it.
When the police come, I'll be deported and they'll take it away.
We'll meet in a month.
At your mother's grave.
Go.
- I have to tell you something. - There's no time. Meet me in Puebla.
- You don't understand. - Son.
I read the letter. Don't worry.
No, I stole the letter. I'm not your real son.
After all this, do you think I'd fall for that?
Go, there's no time.
I can't.
Just leave.
OK. What?
OK. OK.
It's all right.
You don't have to be so rough.
All this just for a free ride home?