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MIDAQ ALLEY

Here's the Double Six.

The Duke of Veragua.

Damn!

I'll play my double.

Those who double on the first move...

The Triple.

This game is for mutes.

The check for table one, Mr. Ru.

-The change is twenty, right? -Twenty-one, Mr. Ru.

You don't let one damn peso get away.

Block you with my five.

Shit partner! Watch what you're doing!

I pass.

"You pass the abyss Of my sorrow".

"like a moon beam Over the seas".

"For the Whistle... the Blonde".

"For the Blonde... the Whistle".

Well, I'll bend to your Whistle like Mr. Ru does.

Come on, Abel! This guy in Tijuana can smuggle us...

...across in a blink. With no immigration bullshit.

-What do you say? -Your turn.

-I'm talking to you. -Play!

-Answer me. -I told you I don't want...

...to leave, Chava. What for?

You're going to spend your life cutting the hair...

...for those assholes? Bullshit man!

What do you mean? I'll have my own hair salon, Your turn.

"My life winds down, And yours just begins".

"Harder to leap across The hedge rows".

"Than to fill the sea With moon glow".

"You pass the abyss Of my sorrow... "

Enough bullshit, Ubaldo. Pay attention!

It's not bullshit. It's Amado Nervo.

"Amado Nervous, my ass"

You see? Damn you, Ubaldo. I pass.

Are you going to spend all day goofing off?

It's Sunday, Dad.

We work Sundays too! Why the fuck not?

I work all week to feed you. You think money grows in trees?

Let's go man!

-Where are the rum bottles? -Tomorrow, Dad! Don't you...

Don't answer me like that or I'll kick your ass.

Dammit, I told you already!

I'm warning you! I'm sick and tired of you two!

Always together! You even go to the bathroom together!

People will think you're a couple of queers. You hear me?

That's what you look like! Queers!

Mr. Ru, what a fuss!

-What's your problem? -I told you one was with soda.

Get your orders straight, asshole!

I'm also fucking fed up with you! Go on!

Mr. Ru...

...that's no way to talk to a son, much less in public.

-I can't stand him any more. -Like the poet said...

How did Amado Nervous say it, Ubaldo?

"In this world we're all Asses who bray".

"Some more male, Others more gay".

Okay, now it's my turn.

See why I want to go, Abel?

-Why, Chavita? -See how he gets?

Oh, come on, all parents are the same.

What do you know? You don't have any.

-That's how they are. -This is it. It's all you...

-... need to make it there. -What's this?

Basic English, fool. Use it. I'm on Book Two.

Boo Too! Give me a break.

No, Chavita, I'm not into this.

-What's up, Chava? -What's up?

You're not going home to crash, are you?

I thought we were gonna go with To�a.

Some other day.

Okay, get the joint. My dad really upset you.

I don't have any. But you do.

Reginito, the smart ass. That's why I love you.

Did you let it out to Almita?

Not yet.

You're such brown trash, if you don't clean up your act fast...

...you'll blow it. She aims high.

-It's a matter of reaching her. -How man?

By flying.

Then fly, bastard.

And here's the King to round out the good omens.

See you around.

-So your answer is, yes. -That's great, Mrs. Cata.

We're finished, Susanita.

-Bye. -Bye, Susanita.

-Will you hand me my box? -Oh, I almost forgot it.

See you later. And don't forget our second session.

-No. Bye, Mrs. Cata. -Bye, Susanita.

She's hot, red hot.

God!

-Still flirting with him? -With who?

With who.

Never fall in love with a beggar.

They're just as much work.

Woman!

I'm home. I'm starving! Has Chava arrived?

Where's Chava? Eusebia!

Damn!

Didn't you hear me?

Chava went to Toluca to get the liquor.

He'll be back tomorrow.

He back tomorrow.

He promised me he'd help out at the bar.

I hope so.

Who did you invite to dinner?

Nobody.

You and I are going to have an intimate dinner.

Where are you going dressed like that?

A carnival, or what?

I bought this dress yesterday. Don't you like it?

Yes, it looks good on you.

Rutilio, do you know what today is?

No, I don't remember.

It's our anniversary.

What anniversary are you talking about?

We've been married thirty years.

So we're going to have a great dinner.

Your favorite: avocado soup and beef in "pipian sauce".

But first, a surprise. Close your eyes.

What a bitch.

Your anniversary gift.

Open it.

Do you like it?

Yes, it's nice.

We'll have a nice imported white wine with dinner.

It's chilling in the fridge.

And then...

We'll just see what happens...

Honey...

You just take it easy. I'll take care of everything.

Shit... I just lost my appetite.

Did you notice my new nightgown?

Yes I did.

Rutilio?

Rutilio?

What do you want?

Remember when I got pregnant with the girls?

And with your favorite son?

Just look how he turned out.

He'll behave himself.

He told me so.

We'll see how long he keeps his promise, the lazybones.

Rutilio?

Do you remember what you did to get me pregnant?

You enjoyed it so.

Calm down.

Come on, Rutilio.

But, woman, we're too old for that now.

Why?

It's been so long since you' touched me. Come on.

Well... alright.

Come on.

Oh, baby!

Hung over again, asshole? Get back here!

You dirty drunk.

Good morning, Mr. Rutilio.

Asshole. But you'll come back, son of a bitch.

Damn alcohol.

-What did you need, Ma'am? -Beefsteaks.

-How many? -One kilo.

So, where is the barber?

Over there!

Abel! Get to work, you lazy bum.

Sorry, Mr. Ru.

-Did I keep you waiting? -It's okay.

Just a trim, especially get the grey hairs.

I want to look younger. If that's possible.

Of course, Mr. Ru.

Slow down, you've got all the time in the world.

Today is my day off.

Is Chava taking care of the bar?

Yes!

I can't trust, Guicho.

I can only take my days off when Chava works.

You deserve them, Mr. Ru.

So, you're Almita's boyfriend. I've had my eye on you.

Her boyfriend, boyfriend... Well, not quite yet.

Why not? Almita should be very happy with you.

You're better looking than she is.

-Don't say that, Mr. Rutilio. -Of course you are.

Listen, Abel...

...women are very difficult, indeed.

At my age, one gets bored and tired of them.

They become intolerable.

That's when you have to look for other things.

New ways to be happy...

New interests, new feelings, new emotions...

You understand me, don't you, Abel?

Sure do, Mr. Ru.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-We're at your service. -Thank you.

I'd like to see some socks like the ones in the window.

They're imported, Italian. We have them on sale.

They come in a variety of colors and designs.

-You can select them. -I see you have good taste.

Why not select a half dozen for me?

Thanks Mr.

The ones you like best.

I'd select these...

...these, these..

...and some with designs. How's that?

Whatever you say.

Do you have any underpants?

Briefs or boxers?

I don't know.

Which do you find more comfortable?

I prefer briefs, they fit better.

Okay.

You never told me if we're going out.

-You ran off. -Mr. Ru was waiting.

-Can't you even say goodbye? -I'm sorry, Almita. I'm sorry.

Here, let me help you. So, are we going to the park?

We can get there early, rent a rowboat...

...go to the zoo.

You're so tacky, Abel.

-See you tomorrow. -Get some rest.

Young man.

We meet again. What a coincidence.

-How are you, sir? -Fine. Going to rest?

Yes.

Going home? Do you live far? Alone?

In Portales, with my mother. I take the subway.

-I'll go with you. -Don't bother.

Don't call me sir. My name is Rutilio.

It's an awful name, I know.

My friends call me Mr. Ru. What's your name?

Jaime, Jaime Paredes. My friends call me Jimmy.

You're an intelligent and educated boy.

Thanks...

Jimmy, anytime you like, or when you get off work...

...stop by my bar.

It's the "Reyes Antiguos". It's nearby, in Midaq Alley.

Have a drink and we can chat,.

I'll go next week.

Thank you.

Oh, look! A little gift.

-I can't accept it, really. -You can. It's the socks.

You picked them out as if they were for yourself.

I can't accept them.

Don't say that.

Take them as a sign of our friendship.

Okay. Thank you.

-Bye. -I'll wait for you.

Don't forget...

..."Los Reyes Antiguos" Here in Midaq Alley.

Bye.

"You hurt me bad. I've been sick for a long time".

You loose your tower.

"And it is because of the book you wrote".

Come on, play, stinking poet.

Mr. Ru, someone lost this.

You stole the money, didn't you?

Don't insult me. Someone's here to see you.

Jimmy!

What a surprise! Come in!

I thought you'd never come. You said one week.

Well, my mom got sick.

I'm so sorry.

But, come in.

What do you want drink?

I have an exquisite Spanish brandy.

-Anything you like. -You choose.

I'll give you something sensational.

Look at Mr. Ru. What did I tell you?

I'm back, Dad. I'll stay and close up.

No, I'll stay. Run along.

You were going to the movies.

Yes, but I'll close up. Take the night off.

Need any money?

No.

"I kissed those lips Which a kiss invited".

"The golden braids, The big eyes".

"Not remembering Everything fades away".

Ubaldo.

What are you doing here, Eusebia?

What's the matter?

I'm living a terrible tragedy.

Tragedies are things of Sophocles.

Come in...

Come in, please.

Who told you?

I still don't understand.

Everyone knows.

He's shameless.

And in public.

Please calm down.

Chava, his own son, saw him in the bar with that...

...young boy.

He says he goes there every night.

Haven't you noticed?

Well, yes...

But, it's nothing more than friendship.

Don't play dumb, Ubaldo.

That's not friendship.

Then let's call it...

...platonic love.

What's that?

It comes from Plato.

"Platonic love, an ideal love".

"Non-physical".

Non-physical? Nonsense, Ubaldo.

It's called queering, here and in China. Queering!

What a disgrace.

How shameful for me and the children, Ubaldo.

Don't cry, Eusebia.

I'll talk to him, and that should take care of it.

No, it won't.

Yes, it will.

I promise you.

I swear it.

Good evening, Guicho.

We're not serving, poet. It's closing time.

I must speak to Rutilio. Isn't he in?

He's in the back. In the warehouse.

Which warehouse?

Around back.

He's busy.

You know who with.

I must speak...

Excuse me. Thank you.

...with you, Rutilio.

Yes?

This thing that's going on... can't continue!

-What's going on? -This!

This young boy.

Your wife is beside herself, and with good reason.

"This sin of sodomy... " says Dante...

Listen, fucking philosopher. Neither you, nor that...

...whore have any right to interfere.

Damn it!

It's my life, and I'll do what I fucking feel like.

No! Dante says so!

Mind your own business.

If I screw Jimmy, Guicho, Fidel or whomever!

It's just my pleasure!

These are Dante's Judgements!

Dante and you can go fuck your mother!

That, or I'll fuck you both! Who needs this.

-No, please, don't hit me! -Bitch!

-Why did you tell him? -I'm sorry!

Fucking woman, I'm going to kick your ass!

This will teach you, bitch!

No, please!

Hi!

-Five. -Five?

Shampoo, please.

Wait, wait.

My turn.

Easy now.

Does it feel nice?

You son of a bitch!

Stay away!

You're going to kill him!

Leave him! You'll kill him!

Look what you did!

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Abel! Abel!

Abel, dammit! Come here, man!

Come, dammit!

Don't fuck me, Chava!

I gotta talk to you, man!

-You know what happened? -No. What?

I messed up bad, man. Stand up for me.

-Did you kill him or what? -I have no idea.

I left. I've been hiding all day.

What will you do?

Let's go to Tijuana. It's time to start a new life.

Can't you see Alma's crazy about me? She fell for me.

It won't last, pal.

If you really want her, you'll need lots of cash.

To marry her, you'll have to come back with bucks.

You go! You're running. Why me?

I have no choice.

But come with me, going alone sucks.

With two of us, it's no hassle.

No, Chava, no.

Don't do this to me, Abel.

Don't screw me up.

Did he die?

You'd like that, wouldn't you? It would make you happy.

No, he didn't die. Just a cracked skull.

The Red Cross will release him tomorrow.

That's God's will.

But I'll break his neck, that fucking son of yours.

If he shows his face, he'll see who I really am.

I'll have that asshole in jail!

Chava's gone.

He better not try and hide, or it'll be worse for him.

And tell your daughters not to help him...

...or I'll come looking for them too.

-He ran away to the States. -Sure he did.

He went with Abel. They both left.

You're lying, bitch.

Chava's never coming back.

He told me.

Chava...

My son...

You lost him, Rutilio.

You lost him.

You'll never see him again.

Never!

That's not true. Chava, my son...

My only son.

Damn son of a bitch!

Asshole!

Chava!

My son left us alone, woman. He left us alone!

Damn son of a bitch!

Murderer!

Damn shit you created!

Chava!

My dearest son, woman!

He left.

He left us alone.

I'll lead with the Double Six.

The Duke of Veragua.

Damn!

I'll play my double.

Those who double on the first move...

The Triple.

Triple... Triple...

Double triple...

This is a game for mutes.

Susanita, come in. Make yourself comfortable.

Let me have your things.

Remind me later, I can be so absent-minded.

Which do you prefer? Spanish deck, or tarot?

I don't know!

For the first session, we'll use the Spanish deck.

Girl!

Turn off that radio. Can't you see I have work?

-Oh, Mom. Who is it? -Who else? Susanita.

-I'm afraid, Mrs. Cata. -No, you're doing fine.

Show me your left hand.

Now, repeat...

For me. for me.

For my home. for my home.

And for what may happen. and for what may happen.

Very well.

Your hand again.

I'm so nervous, Mrs. Cata.

You must relax. Concentrate.

Love secrets can't hide from the cards.

Don't cross your legs, Susanita, please.

-Do you mind if I smoke? -Not at all, Mrs. Cata.

-A cigarette? -I don't smoke, thank you.

Bye, sweet Alma.

One moment, Mr. Macario. I'll be right back.

-Almita! -Hey man, I'm in a hurry.

-Why won't you talk to me? -What do you want?

I don't even know you.

Remember fifteen years ago, we got married at the fair.

-I was dumb and silly. -Wearing panties all frilly.

You cheap smart aleck! Move!

Here, so we can start a new friendship.

-What is it? -A poster for your collection.

I stole it from the video store. Nice, isn't it?

I can't be carrying it around.

I'll take it to your house, and we can talk a while.

Mother doesn't like you, Abel.

I don't either.

And then?

No, sister, he was trembling. He couldn't open his fly.

And then?

Well, to be honest, he behaved very well.

But what did he do to you? How does it feel?

Well, nice, Almita.

What do you mean, nice? Nice, how?

Just nice.

It's something you can't miss.

At your age you can't still be cherry.

How embarrassing.

Seriously, I'd be embarrassed.

I don't have anybody to do it with.

And the boy you told me about?

No, he's serious.

It's not like you'll marry him What's the big deal?

Screw him for a while, and then find someone better.

Is he handsome at least?

Kind of.

As good sons go, he's a good son.

Fucking lazy, but he's my only son, Fidel.

I'll leave everything to him.

My daughters? Let their husbands care for them.

You love him a lot, don't you?

Chava, I mean...

Yes, even if he doesn't realice what his father does for him.

He's helping out at the bar, isn't he?

Sort of. One day yes, the next day no.

Almita.

Come in, Almita.

What do you like?

I'm just looking, Mr. Fidel.

That's why, feel free. What caught your eye?

Those. They're real pretty.

They go with the necklace.

It's from Pakistan.

From a shipment I just received.

Let's see how it looks.

-Mr. Fidel, don't bother. -For God's sake, child.

-Good day, Mr. Ru. -Almita. How's your mom?

Fine.

Has she really been reading the cards for Susanita?

Yes.

Tell her to charge a lot to that greedy old spinster.

Here, try it on. No charge for that.

Oh, no, Mr. Fidel.

It's made for a pretty girl like you.

Okay, let's see.

It shines on you.

It looks lovely.

It really is beautiful.

But for me...? Not even in my dreams.

Have the barber guy buy it for you.

She's not for him. Come on, Rutilio.

Alma needs a real man.

With experience.

Thanks for your trouble, Mr. Fidel.

It's a pleasure, beautiful.

-Bye, Mr. Ru. -Bye, Almita.

Man, she is developing into something else.

This thing has stones.

What!

This things has stones.

See why I wanted to take you to the park.

But I don't like to eat there. And it's too far.

Chava wants me to go to the States with him, but...

...I don't want to.

Maybe he's right.

-They say you make lots of money. -No.

I saw a barber shop for lease in Portales.

It's small, but clean. Well-equipped.

I can quickly turn it into a beauty parlor.

-Sure, with what? -I have some savings.

-I'm going to talk to Zacarias. -Who?

Zacarias, the beggar king.

That filthy old man won't help you.

I'll give it a try.

Maybe I'll make him my partner.

Abel, you're crazy.

I'm trying to tell you that I won't just stand with...

...my arms crossed. I'm going to struggle, to improve myself...

...I want to offer you more security.

Hold it right there!

We are just getting to know each other.

I've known you all my life.

Ever since I wore frilly pink panties.

Since then.

Abel...

-I want to ask you a question. -Whatever you want.

Are you a cherry?

What?

"Are you a virgin" Have you ever slept with women?

Why do you ask?

To get to know you. Weren't you saying?

Well, yes...

I have certain experience.

Tell me.

-It's not worth it. -Oh, come on.

I only love one woman.

You.

-How about a movie? -We didn't plan on that.

It just occurred to me. How about it?

If it's a nice picture, yes.

Look!

I brought you a gift.

It's really neat!

Put it on me.

Now, can I say you're my girlfriend?

No, man.

Not yet.

I'm home.

See anything new?

Mr. Fidel just sent them over to me.

Can you believe it? They're expensive.

Come in help me!

Here, zip me up.

I'm off to thank him right away.

I always suspected he wasn't indifferent, but...

He's such a fine and educated man.

I just never thought...

Since your father died, he's had his eyes on me.

Eusebia always said so. But me...

How do I look?

Very nice.

I think maybe I shouldn't wear them, right?

No, too daring.

Now what's missing?

Why not use the ones you always wear?

Right, the pearls. They're more discreet.

If I'm a little late, don't

If Susanita shows up, tell her I'll see her another day.

Almita?

Would you mind if I got married again?

Wish me luck.

I only came to thank you, you shouldn't have bothered.

Please, Catalina, don't mention it.

The jewels are very fine. I noticed.

I'm so glad you appreciate them.

I appreciate them very much.

You see, the other day, Almita stopped by here...

She liked them so much... Well, I dared to send them...

...as a gift for her.

I'd like to speak frankly with you, once and for all.

But, do me the favor, have a seat.

How about a coffee, a sweet sherry, or a glass of port?

No, no, thank you.

I'll get to the point, Catalina.

You know that I am a decent widower.

I'm convinced I can, and should remake my life.

I'm well set economically, and don't doubt I can be...

...an exemplary husband for your daughter Alma.

Cata?

-Cata, is anything the matter? -Eusebia.

-Oh, Cata. Catita. -Oh, Eusebia.

And here's the good one, partner.

Good!

Come on my poet, this isn't chess.

Damn! only kisses...

-Change for table three. -Get it yourself, man.

That doesn't mean a thing. Did you at least touch her...

...breasts or her ass?

-Damn, Chava, don't be an ass. -What?

Almita's decent.

Almita, decent, man?

of course!

They're all the same. Don't give me that crap.

We're going to the movies this afternoon.

That's your chance.

Guicho, let's have another round! I'm buying.

As my friend said... "Close with a double blank...

...and never loose. " Closed. Add up, fuckers!

More than twenty here.

"other shoe"

We blanked them again! They're pissing in their pants.

Mr. Fidel, we're no good.

Unlucky at games, Lucky at love.

Could be, dirty old man.

Damn poet, you don't have any air left for one verse.

One last round. To get even.

Look who just showed up.

The queen parties tonight.

Okay, sixes lead. Do you have it?

Right here.

Come on then.

"If you tell me, Come. And I drop everything".

"I won't even turn back, My lover there to see".

"Let me hear it loudly Above the din... "

"Come now, man and Push the sword in".

-What's the matter poet? -Don't get nervous.

Fill the glasses. You always bring them half empty.

"Bye, sugar pie"

Come in my Doc!

Who's that guy?

Do you know him?

Fucking queer.

I'm looking for a guy named Abel.

Thank you.

Hello.

What's up, baby?

Are you Abel?

Glad to meet you. I'm Alma's friend.

Guess what? She won't be able to go to the movies.

Why, is she sick?

Yes, real sick.

No, seriously, her mother sent her on an errand.

That's all I came to say.

Bye.

Who's that girl? You've got to introduce me.

-She's Alma's friend. -What a foursome we'll make.

What happened?

Done.

What did he say?

Nothing, no problem, he'll just take another girl.

No, seriously, he said... What did he say?

He didn't say a thing. He just had this dumb look.

Poor guy, Maru.

That wasn't nice.

You have to do that so they'll get excited.

Do you know what movie we are going to see?

No!

All the films at the Savoy are pure sex. Really wild.

Look, sister, what a hunk.

-Let's ask him for a ride. -You're nuts!

Yes! No!

Don't start. There's the cab.

Hi!

-Let's sit in the front. -I don't want to go with you.

Come on, let's go.

So, did you find a partner?

The good stuff.

-How much? -Ten pesos each.

Export quality.

Take care

Got you!

-Pot, isn't it? -Yes.

Come on.

Let it go. Exhale. You'll pass out.

Let it out now.

Leave me alone.

Not like that, silly.

If you smoke, I can too.

Not like that.

Pass it over.

-It'll hit you real hard. -Great, that's what I want.

I want to feel...

...to feel you, Abel.

I want to feel you, Abel.

What's your problem?

I'm giving myself to you, and you...

Damn!

This is not the way, Almita.

Not like this.

I really like you, Abel.

Then why not tell me you love me?

Abel! Abel!

-What? -Come here.

I'll be right back.

Chava's in deep trouble.

I won't be long.

Alma...

...open up.

You're crazy, Abel. What's the matter?

I'm sorry, I want to speak to you.

The last I remember, you left me on the roof waiting.

Chava had a fight with his dad. He has to leave for...

...the States right now. And I'm going with him.

You're what?

I'm going to the other side. I'll never do anything here.

I didn't get the lease on the barbershop.

I'll be a nobody like you said.

I need money to marry you.

Mom will overhear.

I love you more than anything in the world, Alma.

It doesn't seem so.

You're leaving.

I swear it won't be more than a year.

I have to wait a year!

Please tell me it's alright.

As soon as I'm back, we'll get married.

Look, you're wearing the bracelet.

Wait.

Something, to remember me by.

Tell me you'll wait.

All my life, Abel...

May God bless you.

You didn't even screw him before he left?

What a weird guy.

He had you ready, and he leaves?

He's gotta be gay.

Seriously, he's weird.

No, he left because of me.

Because he really loves me.

They never come back. They catch a gringa and you...

...never see them again.

I don't think so. He's not that way.

You were falling for him.

I have to forget him.

I have to forget him.

With the old man.

It's the only way.

There, you look a little older, a bit more serious.

The earrings and necklace make you shine.

You're lovely, dear.

Mature men have that advantage.

They don't waste time. They don't come to play.

-But you liked Fidel, Mom. -Don't be silly.

You told me.

How punctual!

-Come in, Mr. Fidel. Welcome. -Thank you.

Almita, you're lovely.

Good evening, Mr. Fidel.

Forget this "Mr. " stuff.

Fidel, just plain Fidel.

I took the liberty of bringing some gifts for Almita.

Would you be so kind... Let's see what you think.

How nice!

See if you like what's in this box.

Mr. Fidel! So much stuff. You're a splendid man.

She really needed them so, the poor thing.

Sit down, please. Make yourself at home.

Would you like a liqueur?

No, Catalina, I'm fine.

I'll just leave you two to talk.

The dress is lovely.

A cup of coffee, Mr. Fidel?

Alright.

-Sugar? -No, no.

No sugar. The diabetes.

I'm sure we'll get along very well.

I only want to make you happy.

To please you.

What do you like?

Opera?

The theater?

Symphonic music? The ballet?

Movies, Mr. Fidel.

These are wonderful.

I like the bow on this one.

And the tail...

-Very elegant, isn't it? -Yes.

This is the one!

She'd look divine in it.

Do you like it, Almita?

Do you?

Enough said.

Almita?

I'll total it. You're adding too many points.

Adding points... come on.

My pen dammit.

Guicho, find my pen. The gold one.

-It's not here, Mr. Ru. -Look for it! It's there!

Looks like they plucked you.

I'll pluck you too. I'm really rewed up, Rutilio.

Almita brings you luck, Fidelito.

The fucking barber took off running.

No cock that little queer.

You're really going to marry Almita?

In two weeks!

Don't play dumb, you're all invited...

...to one hell of a wedding reception!

Your turn, Rutilio.

Don't be sad, your son will be back.

Don't mention that asshole!

I miss the poet's verses. What happened to him?

He picked a fight with Mr. Ru here.

I don't want to see that jerk in my bar. I'll break his jaw!

-Why? -What's it to you?

What an attitude, Rutilio.

You'll both make up at my wedding, you'll see.

Forget it, Fidel! I might even kick your ass too.

Pass!

The ass kicker here, with all due respect, Mr. Ru...

...is me. And I'll do it with this domino.

I'll go out with a bang, and I close the game. What a move!

Fidel, Fidel! What's the matter, Fidel?

What's the matter, Fidel?

-Get a doctor! -Wait, the die!

"Who knows in which hidden And hostile abyss... "

"Your beating white wings Are overturned"

"Who knows in which murky And deserted spaces"?

"Oh, Father of the living, Where go the dead"?

"Where go the dead, Lord"?

"Where"?

Straight to fucking hell, poet! Where else?

-What did Fidel leave Alma? -Not a dime.

Everything was left in the children's names.

There they are.

God spare me!

He left her dressed up with nowhere to go.

Poor too, which is worse.

Look at your mother.

She's so sad.

She's probably the only one who's really sorry.

Doesn't it bother you?

Who is he?

I don't know.

He's really handsome.

Isn't he the one in the car when we...

I need some fresh air.

-I'll go with you. -No, wait here!

Sad?

You were going to marry him.

He died.

"When dead buy the farm, we the living party on. "

-As my mother said. -Why are you spying on me?

I'm not spying. I'm looking you. Because I like you.

What are you doing, Almita?

Do you want to have dinner with us?

-No, I already ate. -Okay.

-Good night. -Good night.

I'd like to talk to you in a quieter place.

-Have dinner with me. -I can't.

Don't be afraid of me.

I only want to talk.

I'm not afraid of you. I just can't.

Why?

-Good night, Almita. -Good night, Agapito.

Alma, child, open the door. Can't you see I'm working?

It's a phone call for you. Long distance...

For me?

From the United States.

Hello, hello? Abel, is that you?

Hello!

Speak louder. I can't hear you.

Where are you?

Houston?

Where's that?

I miss you too.

Yes, I love you too.

You just can't talk about marriage from far away.

I told you, I miss you.

Yes, I'll wait...

Hello?... Abel?

Hello?... Hello?

I think we got cut off.

That's too bad.

Well, that's that.

-He's doing fine. Thank God. -Thank God.

He wants to come back and marry me.

That's so exciting, Almita. So exciting.

So, then...?

I'll pay you later.

-Don't worry. Have fun. -Thanks, Susanita.

What's up, Almita?

Hey, Almita. You're looking so cute.

Are you ready?

-I'll tell my mom we're leaving. -No, get in. It's late.