Red Bear Page #4

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I'll read till

you fall asleep...

and then tomorrow you

continue reading, OK?

"I know what we'll do,

said a flamingo.

Let's wear red

and black socks...

and coral snakes will

fall in love with us.

My in-law, the owl,

has that kind of socks...

said the tat, who wanted to

give flamingos a hard time.

By all means, said the owl

and returned with the socks,

but they weren't really socks

but coral snake skins.

Beautiful skins just ripped from

the snakes which the owl had hunted.

Don't you worry about a thing,

said the owl...

Just keep one thing in mind.

You must dance all night long.

Dance without ever stopping,

because if you stop...

instead of dancing

you'll be crying.

The flamingos,

thrilled and happy...

put the skins on as socks

and merrily flew to the party.

When they saw the flamingos

with the beautiful socks...

everybody was envious of them.

The snakes would only

want to dance with them.

And as the flamingos never

stopped moving their legs...

they couldn't see what

the beautiful socks were made of. "

It was about time.

- How is it going?

- Fine.

Let's see...

Catch you later.

I'm not stupid,

I read the newspaper.

Yesterday Carilinda won.

I'm not asking you

to give me credit.

Alright, but Quique told me

to put it on your tab.

My tab?

Yes, to take it from

what you owe us.

Miguel... you can't

do this to me.

Go talk to Quique,

he's sitting there.

Coffee. And croissants.

I tell you what... put it on my tab

and I'll bet on other horses.

Bets are cash only.

- What?

- You can't bet on credit.

What's going on?

What is it?

Miguel says I can't bet.

Of course you can, what

you don't have is credit.

You owe too much. It doesn't look

like you are going to pay.

You know what? You must get

a job, nice and quiet.

Then you come here and pay.

I'm in no hurry.

It's 8AM, you are the only

one who comes to bet at this hour.

You can't cut me off.

Give me something,

you know I'm looking for a job...

I have a family, the girl.

And I'm your number one client here.

You could treat me better.

You, number one client? With clients

like you I'd be broke.

You owe me too much money,

it's over one grand.

- Beat it.

- What?

Next time around, bring money.

- You f***ed up.

- What?

You f***ed up.

None of your

business, motherf***er!

Why, "motherf***er"?

If my daughter gets in trouble

because of you, I'll kill you.

Alright?

Why should you tell me this?

I'm not interfering with you,

your daughter, your seeing her.

- What is it?

- You are such a nice guy.

I want no trouble. If you are upset

because you just left prison...

I don't want to keep you

away from your daughter.

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