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Shit City

A city of vice and luxury on the East Coast.

At dusk, there is a mysterious meeting in a hotel downtown.

My name? Does it really matter?

I need to know your name if you’re going to hire me, honey.

My name is Mary Lucky.

What do you want from me?

You must find my boyfriend.

Macho Jim. He’s gone missing.

I haven’t seen him in the last 3 months.

He may have been the victim of a banal accident.

I checked every hospital and police station…

Maybe a crime?

Who may want to kill him?

He’s such a good person.

Not only bad guys die.

Maybe he has been kidnapped.

I don’t think so.

He’s such a good person. Who may…?

Who may want to kidnap him?

Maybe he just went away with another, sweetheart.

I don’t think so.

He’s so good, and he loves me so much…

Is he a student or a worker?

He’s a student of fifth grade exact sciences.

But he was also a go-go boy in Rockonda to get some extra money, my poor thing.

Maybe he just left without a warning.

Of course not.

He’s such a good boy.

That’s why I decided to come to Shit City.

You’re from the Northwest, aren’t you honey?

From Mondoñedo.

Ohio.

Do you know my price?

I’m an expensive private investigator, honey.

How much do you want?

500.

I can only give you 60.

I saved that by taking shopping money from my mum.

That’s not even enough for a few Farias cigars, honey.

I’ll give you…

I’ll give you my body to pay the rest.

But you must not tell my boyfriend about it.

He’s such a pure, naïve boy.

Do you have any pictures of him?

Yes.

Look at him.

Isn’t he handsome?

I don’t like him.

But I’ll find him, honey.

Thank you so much.

Give me those 60.

Come on, give me those 60.

Do you want…?

Do you want the rest as well?

We’ll have plenty of time for that.

While the unfortunate Mary is left there weeping,

city life goes into a maelstrom.

I’m Macho Jim.

I’m Macho Jim.

Macho Jim.

Viewers are advised

that any similarity of the characters and events of this story to reality

would be merely coincidental and would leave their authors perplexed.

All the rights, both of the film version

and the printed version in novel form

or in special edition comics

are reserved

and remain the exclusive property of Felipe Marlboro,

the famous international private investigator.

Felipe Marlboro gets settled at the Colorín Hotel,

one of the best in Shit City.

- Good morning, sir. - I booked a room under Felipe Marlboro.

Yes, Mr. Marlboro, how are you?

If you remember me, then I hope you’ll give me a special price.

As you know, our prices increased since your last visit.

But I’ll talk to the manager.

Don’t you forget it!

- Here's your key. Room 318. Welcome. - Thank you.

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Hah! I am a slut! I am a slob! Whip! Whip!

I am a slob, I…!

What a weirdo!

What was that? I heard some gasps. Are you alright?

I’m finer than frog hair!

And I wasn’t gasping but moaning with pleasure, you freak!

Where’d you come from, man?

I’m from Kansas, Kansas.

Oh, Kansas, so you think you’re cool, do you?

What do you know about Kansas, young girl?

What’s your deal, man?

Is this a freaking school test or what? What’s up?

Get out! You look like a priest or some kind of weird politician.

- I'm the famous Felipe Marlboro. - Marlboro?

- Never heard of me? - From the comics? I can't really say.

Don’t your remember about the case of the plastic balls?

Don’t start talking about balls because I turn on easily.

So all that moaning means you were with some lover?

A lover? What do you take me for, you freak?

You think too much.

I’m rehearsing.

You don’t know who I am? I’m one of The Sluts.

A “Slut”?

Is that your name or a qualifying adjective?

It’s an alias, you moron.

My name is María Eugenia, homie.

I’m Felipe Marlboro.

Ciao, kid.

You have the hand of a horny man.

Do you want me to hop in for some arm wrestling?

Are you a wrestler?

I’m a destroyer.

I’d do you a damn fine job, believe me.

Your mouth is so hot.

Do you hop in or do I?

I’m very busy right now, miss.

Excuse me.

Pah!

Maybe next time.

Your loss, old fogey!

Felipe Marlboro has a friend downtown.

A lowly blues pianist called Sam Chesterfield.

It’s okay to be a punk but you look like a sissy.

Have you seen that guy? He looks familiar.

If you’ll excuse me, please.

Sam. Play “Paquito El Chocolatero”.

Marlboro! Only you could ask for such a rusty old song.

Old fogey!

How are you?

Back in the saddle again. A new case.

It’s been a while since we last heard of you.

The crime novel collection was a flop.

Tax issues, I believe.

But they seem to start over again.

What about you?

Well, I had a steady job with Balbiño’s band for a while,

but I had to go back to my thing, you know.

Can I get you a glass?

Thanks, man, but I don’t drink.

Liver issues, you know.

But don’t spread the word. An abstemious private investigator, me!

So, what brings you by?

I’m looking for a guy called Macho Jim.

Does the name ring a bell?

Oh Marlboro, you never cease to amaze me.

Are you really asking me if I know Macho Jim?

Why would you want to meet such a kook?

What’s wrong with him?

He sometimes drops by with his colourful hair,

dressed like a bohunk.

Are you sure we’re talking about the same man?

There’s only one Macho Jim, thankfully.

But he’s a university student!

What?

Here goes old Marlboro joking again!

Can you imagine a guy like that one at the university!?

Go and get Macho Jim, hurry up!

Macho Jim…

is a pimp, a drug dealer, a thug, a miserable person!

Where can I find him?

I think he goes around with Pepet Spencer and his gang.

He has a motel in Santa Cruz street.

You’d better take a ride over there.

- Santa Cruz Street. - Mimosas Motel, that's it!

Where are you staying?

- At the Colorín Hotel. - Oh...!

I’ll see you later, thanks for the heads up.

See ya!

A nasty ambush awaits our hero as he leaves the joint.

Even though it doesn’t look that bad at first.

You got a light, baby?

Thank you, dear.

Get him!

Olé!

No, not flamenco!

There you go!

It’s enough.

He got what he deserved.

Get out of town, stranger!

You’d better leave Shit City before dawn.

Leave him here.

Who can these jerks be?

If I wasn’t the famous private investigator Felipe Marlboro,

I would’ve been confined to a hospital for three months.

Oh my…

Our famous private investigator will not be daunted by such a petty setback,

and after he’s fully recovered,

he heads to the motel on Santa Cruz Street.

Hey!

Anybody here?

Hey, doorman!

Noisy music leads Felipe to Spencer’s motel.

Button up trousers before leaving.

“Button up trousers before leaving”.

Hey!

Pepet!

Pepet!

Pepet Spencer!

What?

- We have a guest! - Let him in if it's a male.

Pepet Spencer?

Pepeta. Do I look like a guy?

I beg you pardon, madam. I’m looking for one Macho Jim.

I haven’t seen him around.

You can check his room down there next to the Vampire.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I was passing by so I thought I’d take a look.

Very funny. Get out of my room!

You’re not Macho Jim.

Don’t I look macho enough for you?

You don’t look enough Jim to me. Where’s Macho Jim?

Are you one of his clients?

- Do you want to buy some...? - What?

Whatever you need. But he doesn’t live here any more.

- Couldn't you...? - No.

Are you a cop?

- No, thanks. - Then beat it.

Seriously, do you know where to find him?

What are you hiding there?

Some kind of powder.

Just leave it there. It’s talcum powder.

For the booty, right?

You’re just a booty, aren’t you?

And you’re a dead man!

Pepeta, tell the boys to toss him somewhere.

We’ll do it when we throw the trash out later.

The Colorín Hotel.

A luxurious place where monstrous acts can be covered up.

Quickly recovered from his mishap,

our brave Marlboro meets a desolate Mary Lucky at the hotel.

- Hello. - Hello.

It’s a beautiful afternoon, isn’t it?

Yes, but the water’s too cold to swim.

I’m too busy for that.

Have you read the papers?

On page two.

“The dollar’s rising again”.

Oh…

I didn’t mean that. Read below.

“Valencia’s autonomous government

to decide that the Valencian language

pre-dates the Catalan language”.

- Forget it! - You don't want me to go on?

I’ll give you the news myself.

“The famous private investigator Felipe Marlboro

was sadistically beaten up by a band of hooligans”.

When he was starting to investigate about your dear boyfriend.

Who do think they might be?

I have no clue.

- And you? - I'm not a private investigator.

Your job is to find out what’s behind Macho Jim’s disappearance.

That’s what I pay you for.

You sure you don’t know who they might be?

I’m afraid it’s all the work of an obnoxious woman

who calls herself Butterfly.

Butterfly?

That name rings a bell.

What do you know about that woman?

I know she’s a slut that gets naked and does dirty things in nightclubs.

She was always behind Macho Jim.

You boyfriend used to live in a motel.

I’ve been there, in his room.

Then another guy popped in and he almost smashed my head in.

But I found cocaine before that. I’m sure that Macho Jim is a junkie.

That’s Genara’s fault.

It can only be her. I hate her.

Genara?

Who’s that?

The same one who calls herself Butterfly.

She’s still in love with Macho Jim.

You seem to know her very well.

Not personally, but I know exactly who she is.

You must free poor Macho Jim from that damn slut.

Damn slut?

She believes that Macho Jim is still the young and honest student

she met in Mondoñedo, Ohio.

What are you thinking about? Please help me, I’m desperate!

Just go home. I’ll call you as soon as I find something out.

Give me your number.

I don’t have one.

Then give me your address.

You know… I’ll get in touch. I’m moving out.

Bye!

Why wouldn’t Mary tell me where she lives?

Maybe because she’s hiding in a sordid downtown motel like her boyfriend?

I’m Macho Jim.

That’s an odd name for a student.

Macho Jim.

Macho Jim! Macho Jim!

Meanwhile,

in one on the most tempestuous suburbs of Shit City,

Genara, aka Butterfly,

begins her daring show

lewdly followed by the voracious eyes of young and old.

… oh, what a slut she is…!

But she’s not showing anything yet.

- Come on! - Have you seen that blond boy?

What a fag!

Look at him!

Hi.

We just met yesterday.

How do you do? You look great.

Look who’s here.

How are you doing, my little neighbour?

I’m doing fine, all things considered.

Hey, wake up. Stop dreaming!

I warn you that she and I can do this as well.

Look what an old face he has. Like an old parchment!

Hop into my room later and I’ll tell you all about it.

Give me that joint.

You want a puff?

- Is this light or dark air-cured? - Ha!

Come on, man!

It kinda tastes like grass.

I told you he was very cute!

She’s Butterfly, isn’t she?

Are you looking for her as well?

She sucks!

Hey, leave Butterfly alone, will ya!

Is she your girlfriend?

That’s none of your business, stranger!

Would you rather go out to discuss it, only you and me?

This dude is nuts!

Nah…!

You’re nuts!

Come in, Saúl.

Who are you? What are you doing here? Will you please you go away?

I’ll answer your 3 questions. First, my name’s Felipe Marlboro.

Second, I’d like to talk to you for a moment.

Third. I don’t want to go away.

I’ll have someone throw you out, then.

You’ll have to tell me where Macho Jim is first.

Macho Jim? That punk?

He’s all yours!

They told me you’re his lover.

I bet it’s yours instead!

He must be in the club somewhere.

I’m pleased to inform you that Macho Jim has gone missing!

Macho Jim gone missing? Don’t make me laugh!

So you’ve seen him?

Of course I have. Everybody has! He’s always around.

That Macho Jim… he’s not as macho as his name would imply, is he?

Get out!

Good evening. Won’t you introduce me to this gentleman?

It’s not worth it, he was just leaving.

Yes, sir. I know everything I needed to know now.

My compliments to you. Your girlfriend is adorable.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Come on, my love.

Don’t get angry. It’s natural that you have fans.

Behind those smiles, untold secrets hide.

Aaaargh!

Aaaargh!

Slut!

Slut!

Slut!

Slut?

Slut!!

Quick, hide!

Slut?

Slut!

What happened to you?

Slut…

Slut…

Freeze!

You’re coming with us!

Éle!

Ha!

You knew Impassive Carter already, didn’t you?

This is Richard Nixon!

Pleased to meet you, gentlemen.

But you…

I bet you didn’t forget about Impassive Carter.

People never forget about me!

Here we go! Hey!

Here we go!

Carter was Carmen Amaya’s rival in the Las Vegas Casino.

Hey!

You are the boyfriend of that slut, aren’t you?

Sorry, I have no girlfriend.

And you’re the son of a bitch who just killed her.

Éle!

Vamo!

You’ve really got a pair on you!

Vamo allá!

You’re threatened with a gun.

And with a knife!

And yet you dare to call me son of a bitch!

You know that anyone who dared to mention my mother never lived to tell?

I like calling people by their name.

Do you know what?

I’m gonna cut your throat.

Like this, like this, and like this.

Aren’t you afraid of me?

Why should I be?

There’s no point if you’re going to cut my throat anyway.

And if you won’t do it…

then I shouldn’t be afraid.

Are you sure you’re not the boyfriend of that slut there?

She wasn’t my girlfriend.

I’m not lying.

Okay, never mind.

But this should serve you as a warning.

Next time you mess around Saúl’s business…

… it will be you…

… who dies.

Éle!

Get out of town, you jerk!

Or else the bad guys will eat you!

Will eat you and will eat you good.

Will eat you and will eat you good.

They will eat you!

After he’s recovered from this new setback,

our tireless Marlboro sets off to the tempestuous downtown once again.

What new dangers will be awaiting him there?

Hey, take your ciggie away from me or I’ll make you swallow it!

- Good evening! - Hi.

You’ve got quite a woman there. She’s hot.

Beautiful skin.

A what about her ass?

- You must have so much fun with her! - Please don't talk like that.

And now let me watch the show, please.

Oh yes, that’s quite a show, ain’t it?

That’s enough.

She must be…

… tremendous in bed!

She’s a real woman.

Butterfly’s charms put a spell on Marlboro’s innermost being.

There she comes.

You’ve been wonderful, my love.

That’s exactly what I just told your husband.

I’ve rarely seen such a nice ass move so gracefully on the dance floor.

Is this your way to compliment a woman?

It is when she has such a delicious rump as yours.

Please take me home.

I hope to see you again sometime.

The great private investigator Marlboro

follows Butterfly & Saúl’s car sneakily through the dark streets downtown.

But they don’t notice they’re being followed.

They leave the brothel joints from downtown

and head out for the residential area.

A privileged area where dirty rich people, politicians

and other disreputable people live.

The car of millionaire Saúl Winston

had already been parked in front of the house when the private investigator arrives.

What’s up with the peacock tonight? It sounds very excited.

There’s a full moon, my darling.

- Genara! My Genara! - Leave me alone!

- Do you know who that man really is? - A lousy private investigator.

- What's he looking for? - He says he's after Macho Jim.

And do you believe him?

No, I don’t. He must have been able to find him more than 10 times now.

Maybe he’s from the anti-drug brigade.

Who knows. But I don’t care anyway.

Macho Jim is in danger.

He just got petrified.

Macho Jim is more important to him than me.

That debauched youngster is standing between us.

[Chuckles]

Now I understand what Butterfly feels.

She’s worried about Macho Jim’s fate.

Maybe she still loves him.

[Chuckles]

Saúl, what’s wrong?

Why won’t you tell me the truth? I’m your friend.

I’m sleepy. I’m off to bed.

You drank to much, that’s what it is.

Women would never understand men’s problems.

Specially the problems of big businessmen…

Note: A poor Lebanese immigrant,

Saúl Winston amassed a vast fortune through drug trafficking,

white slave trade, and other trifles.

For further information, please read volume 7 of The Adventures of Felipe Marlboro.

… as me.

Sleep… sleep like a woman for what you could not defend like a man.

And to think that you once were a passionate lover.

You once were a passionate lover as well.

And an ambitious one. What else do you want?

I’ve given you everything you ever wished for.

Jewellery, luxuries, caviar,

champagne, carpeting, fish tanks…

Yes…

but you got your money from drug trafficking!

You’ve destroyed the poor young people from Valencia that used to be so pure.

- You created... - I created artificial paradises...

… that they didn’t have before!

I fired thousands of rockets inside their heads!

You make me sick!

- Hi. - Who's there?

Who’s there?

I’m the famous private investigator, Felipe Marlboro.

What are you doing here? How did you get in? How dare you?

You’re always asking three questions in a row, honey.

First, I was only looking around.

Second, I came in through the window.

And third…

I’m a daring person. I even spy people while hidden in the shadows.

You should be ashamed of that.

I don’t know that word.

What does it mean?

Did you hear my conversation with Saúl?

Yes, depressing.

I can’t go on any more.

What’s the use of money and riches

if nobody loves you?

I could love you passionately, baby.

- Do it! - What for?

So that you could throw yourself into another man’s arms shortly after

to tell him “what’s the use of love if I don’t have any luxury or riches”?

But you’re a renowned private investigator. I read that you…

No, don’t believe what comic stories say.

Journalists depict me as a very wealthy man.

That’s an easy thing to do with a pencil.

They just make it all up.

- But... - Just don't believe it.

They depict you as a passionate and bold man.

Well, they may be quite right about that.

Do you want me to prove it to you?

Yes, please!

I’ve proven it to you enough by now.

I’ll see you soon, honey.

And I hope less things will stand between us by then.

What can that be?

I never felt my heart beating this way before.

Isn’t that Macho Jim?

And if he is, is he Butterfly’s or Saúl’s lover?

What an odd dilemma.

Please prepare my bill and give me my key.

I’m sorry but I don’t have your key, sir. The cleaning ladies must have taken it.

But someone left a note for you.

- Here it is. - Thank you.

- Put me through to Sam, please. - Hold on, please.

- Yes? - This is Felipe speaking.

You must come to the piano bar immediately.

- I have something to tell you. - Alright.

I’ll try to drop by soon. What is it?

- Macho Jim is here. - What...?

Now you listen to me, you old idiot.

You’d better not make any funny move or even say a word when your buddy comes in.

Or else…

- You get me? - Sure.

Here he comes. Act naturally.

Hi.

Éle!

How’re you doing?

- How are you, buddy? - Watch out!!

It’s too loud in here!

Please forgive me, Marlboro.

They forced me to do it.

Macho Jim set you up.

Thank you.

Open up!

Open up!

So you’re Macho Jim? You’re Macho Shit instead!

[Grumbles]

Stop beating me, please!

- Please... I'll tell you everything. - You set me up! Tell me why!

- Stop right there, Marlboro! - You!

Leave Macho Jim alone.

He tried to kill me!

That’s a mistake I’m willing to fix.

How?

- You were looking for Macho Jim. - Exactly.

On behalf of a client of yours.

Yes.

Well, you found him.

He’s a murderer!

That’s none of your business.

I’m hiring you now.

What for?

To give up looking for him.

Take this.

How much is it in dollars?

Hmm, let me think... 160 per dollar. Around 5,000 dollars.

I’m not kidding. I’m serious.

I never knew he meant so much to you.

Get back to Kansas, Marlboro. And stop looking around.

It will be better for your health.

Calm down, you’re safe now.

The famous private investigator returns to his hotel

only to find a huge surprise awaiting him.

Who’s there?

It’s me. I hope you don’t mind.

You’re like a boomerang, baby.

You think you’ve thrown it far away with all your might,

and it suddenly comes back to you.

I’m coming back to you too. But I hope to be nicer…

… than a boomerang.

I can make love to you.

You’re always trying to take the leading role, aren’t you?

It depends on what that role might be.

And the kind of movie we might be talking about.

A good one, I hope.

When it comes to love stories…

I always love to be the main character.

Even if it’s an unrequited love story?

Or a story of just pure love?

No, I couldn’t do that.

You’ve always defeated men, haven’t you?

I defeated every single man that ever slept with me.

Then I’m safe.

No, I don’t think you’re free.

When we parted a while ago,

I felt very empty inside.

I needed to see you again.

To make love to you. I’ll walk away forever when it’s over.

But…

after I defeat you,

when I’m gone,

I know you won’t forget me.

You’ll beg me to come back,

to make love to you.

Maybe I won’t see you again,

even though I may wish to.

It will be my little payback.

And what does your boyfriend Macho think about all this?

That’s none of your business.

You’re right.

Turn another light off, please.

You won’t forget this moment, will you?

You won’t forget our bodies tangled up together

trembling with pleasure…

It will be…

… very…

… very hard for me to forget it.

I hope this makes you very happy.

Do you really think I could ever be happy?

I’ll walk you out.

Don’t bother.

I have an appointment downtown anyway.

I hate you!

Why do you tell me about it?

Because it’s the truth.

I must meet an old friend

who hasn’t been treated very well by your husband’s men.

Marlboro and Butterfly say goodbye quietly.

As if after that loving digression, fate would take them apart permanently.

Butterfly running back to her luxury and pomp.

And Felipe heading to a sordid motel downtown.

To find his friend Sam lying badly wounded.

Will fate ever bring them together again?

Thank you for coming, Marlboro.

I went to the bar to say goodbye to you and they told me what happened.

I have some broken bones, you know.

It won’t be easy for me to play again.

They did it, didn’t they?

Take it easy, my friend.

It doesn’t really matter.

You’d better go back to Kansas… Kansas.

Take the first available flight out.

Those people,

they’re very strong.

Who’s their boss?

Saúl Winston, isn’t it?

I don’t mind…

… telling you now. We all work for him.

There are only…

… junkies or drug dealers in Shit City.

No wonder it’s called “Shit”! It all sucks. Get out of here!

Leave this town!

Those thugs will pay for this!

Hey, Sam!

- What's up, jerk? - Open up! Freeze! Get inside!

Do it or I’ll shoot you!

Get inside!

No, no, I… Chill, man.

You did it, didn’t you?

Please… No, I didn’t. No, no, no…

Get in!

Yes, of course! Whatever you want.

- I want to see you dance! - Oh yes, right away!

Dance!

I’m dancing!

Now I’m dancing!

Stop!

This will be your last tap-dance!

- No, please don't shoot! - Go on!

Please don’t shoot!

It’s okay, it’s okay!

Blinded by rage and pain,

the famous private investigator rushes to Butterfly and Saúl’s fancy mansion.

He’s sure to find his enemies there.

And he’s hoping to find the pretender Macho Jim there as well.

I’m hoping to find the pretender Macho Jim here.

That must be his car.

But tragedy has already occurred at the elegant mansion.

The famous private investigator won’t be able to take revenge on Macho Jim.

About time you were the victim instead.

I still want you.

Even if you’re dead.

At least you are…

… more sincere now.

You can’t cheat on me any more.

And you can’t cheat on any other.

You thought you could escape from me

and take Saúl with you!

But as you can see now,

I won the final fight.

Rest in peace.

Provided there’s peace for people of a low type like you.

Saúl will leave alone in his light aircraft.

All the better! I won’t be seeing any of you two again!

Butterfly!

Butterfly.

What are you doing here?

Go away!

Go away!

Didn’t you hear what I said?

Go away!

You’re a murderer!

Yes!

Yes!

I killed him with my own hands!

Jim was as feeble as a child.

Macho Jim’s myth is over!

He won’t be able to hurt anybody else now!

He debased me before and now he had taken over Saúl!

So I was right all along.

Macho Jim was not that macho after all.

He was the devil, Mr. Fire and Brimstone!

He would deceive just anyone!

A perverse monster.

Someone capable of loving both men and women to destroy their lives!

I must turn you over to the police.

No, don’t do that! Take me with you instead!

You’re a real man.

Like the heroes I admired as a child.

In that dark and filthy theatre in Mondoñedo, Ohio.

There are so few of us heroes left.

There’s only trash, destruction and death now.

My dear Felipe!

What a shame!

I could have made you so happy!

Butterfly!

Butterfly, please answer me!

Genara, please!

Why you…!

The lifeless body of the wretched Genera lies on her most cherished carpet.

Saúl! You sleaze bag!

You bastard!!

The famous private investigator goes back to his hotel to get his bags.

He’s sorry that fate finally took over the revenge he wanted to consummate.

And he knows that nothing else will prevent him from leaving town now.

But then…

You! What are you doing here?

Had you forgotten about me?

Why didn’t you go back to Mondoñedo, Ohio?

I’m in no rush now.

Well, I am.

I’m leaving town.

You are? Why?

We’re closed owing to bereavement.

Oh, I see.

Such a tragedy.

Macho Jim is dead.

Saúl the millionaire is dead.

- And my rival Genara... - Don't call her that!

Her name was Butterfly - “Mariposa”.

Her real name was Genara Johnny Walker.

How do you know?

So you knew her very well, didn’t you?

She was from Mondoñedo too.

She’d always been smug, a wise-ass.

She’d always wanted to be number one.

That wasn’t hard for her to do in back in Mondoñedo,

as she only had to deal with a bunch of peasants like me.

It was hell. She’d win all the Galician dance contests!

And then she’d laugh at me.

She made me cry with her cruel mockery.

You don’t know how much I hated her.

All of us local girls cried a lot because of her.

We people from the Northwest are natural and easy-going.

But taunt and scoff…

… those are things we keep inside our souls forever.

But I wouldn’t want to bore you with stories of old.

You can call me Felipe if you want.

Oh, of course.

I’m not your client any more.

We could be friends.

Good friends.

Macho Jim’s death doesn’t seem too have affected you too much.

The love of your life got his throat sliced open and died a few hours ago.

He had died a very long time ago for me.

Ever since the day he left me to come to Shit City.

And then he became a repugnant punk.

And he fell into the hands of that obnoxious woman.

He knew that banging Genara would hurt me the most.

Butterfly.

Genara could never stand the fact that I’d hook up with Macho Jim.

It was her first and her most bitter failure.

After a while, when she finally took him away from me,

I guess both of them laughed at this poor peasant.

Then why did you hire me…

… to look for your boyfriend if you weren’t interested in him any more?

But I was interested in him!

I was interested in finding both of them.

So I could spit in their faces.

Slap them!

Kill them, maybe.

In the last few months…

… I imagined a thousand forms of revenge.

I had read some of your adventure stories before,

and I knew that you wouldn’t accept the job if it was a matter of revenge.

But Felipe, I’m not here to talk about that…

I’m here to fulfil my contract with you.

- Did you forget that I still owe you? - You gave me 60 already.

But not the rest.

You don’t want to get the rest?

Come on lazybones! My plane is leaving in less than an hour.

Mary!

Oh, dammit!

You did it, right?

I must take you to the police station.

Now hurry up and get dressed! My plane is leaving in an hour.

I must turn you over to the police. You’re a murderer!

- Get closer. - Why should I?

You’re not going to get anything from me.

Can’t you just wait until tomorrow?

Won’t you afford yourself an hour for me?

If you still want to turn me over by tomorrow, I’ll obey without question.

So?

Alright.

[Filming location - Benidorm, Alicante]

The End.

[Fansubs by Sifasol aka MoonCT]