Mr. Pig Page #4

from a cock-ass like you.

Why don't you go f*** yourself?

No, no, f*** you, then!

- Go f*** yourself!

- Why don't you f*** yourself?

- Go f*** yourself!

- F*** yourself!

- F*** yourself!

- F*** you!

You don't f***ing know sh*t

about raising pigs.

Don't know sh*t.

Your father would be damn ashamed of you.

F***ing sh*t!

Come on, boy.

F*** it. F***!

Another gringo, I see.

I'd offer you a smoke,

but all I got is this thing.

It's okay.

It works.

- That yours?

- Yep.

- You're a farmer?

- Hog farmer.

I'm a physicist. I build clean rooms.

Put one together here for a factory.

Clean room?

Yeah. A room with minimal dust,

microbes, aerosol...

You know, all the stuff that's everywhere.

You want a beer?

Brought my own.

You gonna be sticking around a while?

I'm here for another 21 days.

Lucky you.

I don't know.

That's a big one.

I'm through.

I'm...

Imagine spending all of your life

in a little four-by-six-foot pen,

and not even get...

Being able to see the sun.

That's our life.

Getting fatter in a bigger pen,

and dying a little later.

You have to be honest with me, all right?

Why didn't you tell me you lost the farm?

I don't wanna be a burden.

Come, stay with us for a while.

We'll try to figure all of this out.

I just... Wanna just

get things straight, okay?

How long have you been living like that?

Why didn't you tell me about it?

Why do you keep lying to me?

I don't wanna hurt you.

Payo told me about your little trip.

What? What did that prick tell you?

He told me you're going crazy.

I'm okay! I'm okay!

I want you to be okay.

I want everybody to be okay.

I want you to stop drinking.

- All right. I don't...

- Dad...

Dad, there's no way you can

drive yourself back like that, okay?

Just wait for me in San Miguel,

and we will drive back together,

all right? Dad...

Hey! I'll give you twenty for your hog.

Twenty for the pig.

- How much for your cow?

- Fourteen thousand.

Fourteen thousand pesos

for this mangy old cow?

No, kid, I'll give you ten.

My uncle says 14.

Tell your uncle it's going to die.

There you go.

Get your hide all soft.

How much for the hog?

Come again?

How much for the pig?

50,000.

50,000 pesos?

Dollars. American dollars.

Never mind him, Howard.

He doesn't know sh*t from Shinola.

Moron.

F***ing old moron.

Howard!

Boy.

Sh*t.

Get away.

You didn't even try your food, Howard.

Hey, bless you.

Come on, boy.

Come on, it's all right, boy.

It's all right. It's all right.

Sh*t, it's that rain and all that damn...

That damn farm!

I'm sorry, Howie. I'm sorry. Come on, boy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, pig. Come on.

Okay.

My friend is sick. I just...

Nice talking to you.

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