Gueros Page #2

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Leave Sombra alone.

He's still here.

I understand Mexican breakfast.

Eggs, beans, grease. Mexican.

College breakfast: coffee and bread

with beans and cheese.

What are we doing today?

Pick a card and show it to Santos.

Then put it back, but don't let me see it.

Ready?

Your card will come up here.

F***.

Bu! if they start charging tuition,

college breakfast will be coffee only.

Then there's the English breakfast.

A sausage cut in two,

tea and right on time.

Let's see, a**holes,

what the f*** are they talking about

with continental breakfast

if it's only juice and bread?

What continent are they talking about?

ROCK LEGEND IS DYING

No way!

Epigmenio is going (o die.

Epigmenio, who?

Cruz. You know anyone else?

It can't be.

"Epigmenio Cruz,

anonymous hero of Mexican rock

was admitted to Santa Clara Hospital

yesterday with severe cirrhosis.

The doctors are not optimistic" -

What else?

That's it.

He's gone.

Wow.

I combed my hair.

I used gel,

thinking it would be a good day.

A moment of silence for Epigmenio.

Another damn moment of silence.

I've spent three days

in your f***ing silence.

Don'! call me Tomy, damn you, Sombra.

- Tomy, don'! be disrespectful.

- Why did I comb my hair?

He hasn't died yet, man.

Let's go see him. F***!

Why go see him?

Because no one else

will go see him, you a**hole!

- Look, man -

- Enough!

- Stop it, you brat!

- A**hole!

I have to do my thesis, understand?

My f***ing thesis!

F*** your thesis, a**hole!

F*** your strike and your f***ing life!

He'll be back.

We should go look for him.

What time is it?

Ready, Aurora?

- Thanks, Auto.

- Bye.

- What are you doing, honey?

- Nothing.

What do you mean, "Nothing"?

- What are you doing?

- Hello, ma'am.

Don'! you, "Hello, ma'am," me!

Hold you to go study or march

or whatever,

but stop bothering my daughter

and running up my electricity bill.

Okay, thank you.

"Okay, thank you"?

It's all gone to hell.

Where are the keys?

Where are the keys, man?

Let's go.

Let's go, man!

Come on, Sombra!

He's gonna beat the sh*t out of us!

Let's go, let's go!

Hurry!

Let's go to the car.

Gel in!

I'll kill you, son of a b*tch!

The tiger is coming!

Tomas, get in!

- Get in!

- Coming!

Breathe!

I know where the hospital is.

Relax, breathe.

- What, man?

- It's nothing, relax.

The tiger got him.

- What?

- Relax.

What tiger, man?

Breathe, man.

Fede.

Fede.

Man.

WES - He's not here.

- Miss, the newspaper says he is here.

He's not here.

Do you know who Epigmenio Cruz is?

Do you know

who Martha Paredes de Alba is?

Then we're even.

Maybe Epigmenio Cruz is his stage name.

You'd have to be f***ing stupid

to use Epigmenio as a stage name.

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