Wild Tales Page #2

No, I think it's fine.

Thank you.

Besides, prison's not that bad.

It just has bad reputation.

They feed you, you don't pay rent,

you have nothing to worry about.

And if you make nice friends,

you can have a good time.

You play cards...

Were you in prison?

A While.

And I felt freer in there than here.

This is sh*t.

What did you do?

Nothing I regret.

And he's running for mayor!

That son of a b*tch.

Can you believe it?

Of course I can.

Bastards rule the world.

Wake up, kid!

$0?

Shall we do the community a favor?

Great!

You did it.

Don't play naive,

as if you hadn't noticed.

What?

That's our country.

Everyone wants these guys

to get what they deserve,

but no one

is willing to lift a finger.

Be proud, kid.

For once in your miserable life,

you're doing something worthwhile.

- I'm not doing anything.

- You're not?

You stay here arguing instead of

taking the food away from him.

Relax.

You have nothing to worry about.

If there's an investigation,

I'll say I used rat poison in the kitchen

because we were infested,

which is true, by the way,

and some of it,

accidentally fell into a pot.

What will they say?

This is insane.

Could this sh*t be expired?

There's no expiration date.

How does it work?

If rat poison is expired,

is it more or less harmful?

- Everything OK?

- Yes.

Have a seat.

- What are you having, Alexis?

- Fanta, maybe?

- Should I warm it up?

- No! Leave it.

If I need you to warm it up, I'll ask.

Can I have a Fanta, please?

I've had it with this girl.

We have to do something,

they're both eating.

- Add more poison?

- He's just a kid!

But he'll grow up.

Like father, like son.

We'd better wipe out

the whole family tree.

I'm feeling a bit...

What's wrong?

Are you OK?

This must be freezing cold.

No, stop!

Who the f*** taught you

how to wait tables? Leave.

You goddamned f***ing b*tch!

Stop it, dad!

Pick everything up.

Pick it up, I said.

Call an ambulance!

Pick them up, one by one!

Take this!

Take this, you thug!

I'll gut you like a chicken!

Come on, moron, move over.

What's your problem?

What a piece of sh*t!

You motherfucking redneck!

A**hole!

Holy Jesus.

I can't believe it.

Hello.

I'm at Kilometer 60

on the route between Salta and...

Yes, sorry.

UIA719.

Diego lturralde.

Fine.

I was saying, I have a flat tire,

at Kilometer 6O

on the route between

Salta and Cafayate.

I'd like to know,

how quick can you get here?

See, the car's new

and I'm not handy with the jack.

What's wrong?

Did you get scared?

Come on, man, drive on.

Keep driving, come on!

Let it go, I don't want a fight.

If I offended you, I apologize.

I'm sorry if I did.

Are you done?

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