Ride the Pink Horse Page #3

Tres Violetas, seor.

Thanks.

You.

What are you doing here?

I was waiting.

I'm glad to see you again.

You don't say.

I... I thought I would

never see you anymore.

Look, do you know

where I can get a room?

A room. Why?

To sleep in.

Mama mia has a room.

Do you know her?

Yes.

Where's she live?

I don't know, I am lost.

I thought you knew this town.

I knew where the hotel was

because I passed it before.

I never been to

San Pablo before.

I live in San Melo,

75 miles away.

Okay, okay.

What do you want?

My two friends went

away and left me.

Where'd they go?

Inside, looking for muchachos.

For what?

Boys.

Do they know where

Mama Mia lives?

I don't know what they know.

Thanks.

Maybe I go with you?

No, not tonight, Sitting Bull.

You will need me, seor.

What's going on

inside your head, huh?

Oh, nothing, seor, nothing.

Only I... I don't know

what to do tonight.

Why don't you get

yourself a muchacho

like your girlfriends?

I don't know how.

You're Excuse me.

Yeah, I was talking

to your friend outside.

Pila?

Oh, all night

she will be outside.

She's crazy.

Yeah, I would'n be surprised

She said something

about Mama Mia.

Do you know where she lives?

Oh, si, I know

where she live.

I take you.

She don't know nothing

about Mama Mia.

Excuse me.

Whiskey.

Tequila.

No, I want a big whiskey.

Big one, big one.

Tequila, eh?

No change, senor.

Too big, too big, no change.

That's the smallest thing I got.

Seor, my name is Pancho.

I would like to help you.

I will be your friend.

I tell you what I going to do...

Is 20 pesos.

Is your 20, huh?

Yeah.

He can change only ten, eh?

Yeah.

So we drink ten,

and everybody is happy, eh?

You want to make

everybody happy, si?

Sure, let's make everybody happy.

Make mine whiskey.

I don't want to burn

a hole in my neck.

Amigo, you are

the blood of my heart.

You are true friend.

To you.

Down the hatch.

Manito, fill up my friend's glass.

Full! Big!

The big drinks is most best.

Hey, listen.

You know why that man

sing, amigo?

He sings because tomorrow

we burn zozobra.

He's god of bad luck.

He's got face more worse than me.

Tomorrow we burn zozobra--

and we have fiesta.

No more zozobra, no more bad luck.

Big drink for everybody.

So quick we drink up

all the change.

There's a lot more

where it came from.

When I see you, I say

"this is kind of fellow

more proud than you, Pancho."

Pancho very proud man.

Oye, chato, give everybody drink.

Big drink for everybody.

Pancho is buying!

Yeah, you lend me ten dollars.

I pay you tomorrow, eh?

Amigo, my beautiful amigo!

You got kind of face I like.

You come in here for something.

You tell Panchito

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