Mr. Pig Page #2

He just couldn't sleep the night before

we sent the hogs to the slaughterhouse.

I mean, these guys were different.

They were creators of life.

Your dad was a good man, Payo.

It's sad to see that he's no longer here.

- Yeah, well...

- Yeah.

- He's gone, but not forgotten.

- Yeah.

You're gonna love this.

These guys were geniuses.

You know,

they basically invented a new breed?

Yeah, yeah.

A very special duro, hybrid.

And you're gonna love this, Ambrose.

This is Marvin.

Marvin won all the ribbons a hog can win.

And yesterday, this guy left California

in a van, by himself,

with the last direct descendent of Marvin.

Marvin.

Old fella.

Good memories.

Man. Good memories.

How old were you guys there?

What, you were 25?

Well, we were somewhere... Maturing.

My friend.

You didn't change the office one bit.

Not one bit.

Even the spider webs are the same.

I still think it's very crazy

to drive around with this kind of cash.

- Let me write you a check.

- No.

Come on, please.

I prefer the bank stay out of this, okay?

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Just be extra careful.

It's a different Mexico than you...

Yeah, don't worry.

I know my ways.

I forgot to tell you.

He's not good with baths.

You're gonna have to tie him down.

He's a runner.

Give him a cereal bar. He loves treats.

- All right?

- Good, man. Yeah, sure.

Look, you're not

leaving right now, are you?

No, no. You just got here.

You're spending the night.

Easy, friend.

I mean, it's white tequila, but it's pink.

Isn't it cool?

Real cool.

- Pour me another one.

- No, no!

- That's for women.

- All right.

Okay, I'm gonna give you

a taste of the real stuff.

Ambrose, a quick question.

Is it true that, "Once you go black,

you never go back"?

Now, this is the real stuff.

This is from the Calayo family

secret stash, my friend.

And you know

we keep the best for ourselves.

Cheers.

How's that?

That's classic, Mr. Pig.

That's classic, Mr. Pig.

Why, "Mr. Pig"?

That's how we call him, Mr. Pig.

- Yeah, it was Chila, right?

- Yeah, damn Chila.

There was an Aujeszky epidemic

at the hog fair, so...

I mean, nobody knew which hog

was the patient zero, as they say,

so they were going to

sacrifice all of them

until my friend here came,

and he checked every single hog

until he found the one.

- How did you do it?

- He talked to them.

- No.

- Yeah, he talked to them.

No, no. No, it wasn't the talking.

It's listening.

I was listening to them.

He became the hero of the fair.

I mean, all the farmers were

offering their animals to him,

and some, even their daughters.

Remember?

Not a good breed.

- I like that.

- And when in Rome.

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