Otilia Rauda Page #6

You think what you want.

Give me the bottle.

I'm gonna kill him.

Who?

Luis Prez.

Luis Prez?

Stop laughing.

I'm gonna kill him.

Poor Isidro.

Do you think I could fall in love

for an idiot like Luis Prez?

I've told you a thousand times.

But you never even

tried to imagine.

I'm too drunk.

Who is he?

Rubn Lazcano.

That story again?

I know him.

Oh my God, I know him very well.

And how I miss him.

You can't upset me

with your crap anymore.

Celedonio fired and got him, yes...

but he didn't kill him.

I kept him hidden, Isidro.

I took care of him for a month.

And I loved him...

and I still love him.

And if he comes back right now,

I will be his slave.

Why am I telling you this?

You could never kill him.

But you should.

Because, while he remains alive...

I'll be waiting for him.

Don Isidro is in the butcher store.

I'm only here because

of the rain, Celedonio.

- I forgot my umbrella.

- Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I'll wait until the rain stops.

You are the boss, miss.

- Too busy?

- Business as usual...

some drunkards, thieves too.

Nothing uncommon,

no crime, no big robbery?

Thank God,

we're quiet down here.

And finally, Celedonio...

Rubn Lazcano...

is he dead or alive?

Please, Mrs. Otilia, for years...

everyone laughs at my face,

it's not fair.

I'm not laughing,

I'm only asking...

but, if you don't to tell me,

it's okay.

They're still making fun of me.

Days ago they said

he was captured.

- Afterwards they said it wasn't him.

- And it wasn't?

Of course not.

They can't catch him...

or kill him,

because I already did it.

This suitcase will be ready here.

Ready for what?

You know for what.

Take care of it,

don't leave it dusty.

He will never come back, Otilia.

Stop lying to yourself.

Shut your mouth.

Anything you want.

You know you're not allowed

to enter this house.

- I didn't mean to come inside.

- What do you want?

He didn't come for you, did he?

Who?

The love of your life.

Why don't you come in

and see by yourself?

It's not necessary.

Rubn Lazcano will not come.

You tell me the same thing

all the time.

But now I'm sure.

I'm only warning you.

He was all right...

but not with you.

He preferred another brothel:

Chenda's.

How do you know that?

Prostitutes are not discreet.

- That's not true!

- Ask them.

Now you were f***ed, Otilia Rauda.

Between whores, your dearly

beloved chose another one.

Now you have to be

satisfied with me.

You can kill me, Otilia...

but Rubn Lazcano

will never come back to you.

You asked who?

My mother always asks.

Nobody hears me.

Nobody hears you?

Did you search well?

There must be some message,

a note, something, Melquiades.

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