Frio sol de invierno Page #4

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I'm okay.

I just have bad dreams

sometimes, that's all.

I'm okay.

Did you jump

the fence again?

No, the gate was open.

I came about that gun,

if you're still interested.

I've got one.

Well, well...

It wasn't

so difficult, was it?

Will it cost me a lot?

He wants 1,800 euros.

Ifs clean and

you can have it tomorrow.

Apart from what

you give me and Carmen,

of course.

But he doesn't want to meet you.

How do I know

you won't cheat me?

I don't know.

You'll just have

to trust me, that's all.

I've never done this before.

Neither have I.

- Why did you change your mind?

- The guy owes me money.

I hope to get it off him.

Two deals in one,

right?

Adrian!

Adrian!

That's enough!

Hey, Gonzalo.

You're late.

I'll have to buy you a watch.

- What time do you call this?

- And you?

Meeting in a cemetery.

Who are you hiding from?

Take it easy.

That's my grandma.

That's your grandma?

Yes. So what?

You don't look like her.

Why should I

look like my grandmother?

Grandmothers look like

other grandmothers.

Are you stupid today, or what?

Anyway, tell me.

How you doing?

Why should you care?

Okay, man.

You've been acting strange lately.

Gunslingers for friends...

That's living life dangerously.

It's not a friend.

I don't know

why he wants the gun.

What if he's a cop, eh?

Look, Gonzalo.

Some guy asks you for a gun

and between that slut and you,

you get him one.

Like it was

a second-hand washing machine.

Up to you, I suppose.

You're looking thin.

Where's the money?

Here.

And what do you

get out of this?

First of all, the money

you've owed me for a long time.

You've got money now,

haven't you?

F***ing hell.

Gonzalo,

that's a dirty trick.

Look, I'm serious...

I've got a few things to sort out-

Give me a couple of days

and we'll settle up, okay?

And do you know what

it cost me to get that gun?

You've got no f***ing idea.

I'm doing you a favour.

You're the same bastard

as always!

Give it to me.

I'm off.

What's the matter?

You don't trust me?

Thafsit

You don't trust me.

Don't look at me like that.

You want trust?

Qka'! -

Know what I'm doing here?

Here.

F***ing up the dead maybe?

You're very sharp today.

Come on.

Right...

What better place to keep things

than your grandma! grave?

And where will you hide it?

And don't get caught with it.

Here.

And wear gloves to handle it.

Fingerprints and all that stuff

the cops invent to f*** you up...

I ever tell you

you're a bastard?

They all do.

And be careful who you give

that to. I won't bail you out.

Gun-Lam's a good M.

But he lives among so much

sh*t he can't breathe.

Some things

you never get used to.

- What about his father?

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