Pit Fighter Page #3

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I was trying to fiigure out, like,

four different ways to kill you!

and make it look like

it wasn't my fault!

Yeah! I don't know

what stopped me!

I guess I, uh-

guess I never actually

killed a gringo!

We're partners, Manolo!

Cabron, you were

my punishment!

You were my penance!

Yeah! Turned out

to be my savior!

Saved my life!

Gave me a reason for being!

It's hot, man!

It's hot! Well-

Well, chico, you must've

loved that woman a lot, man!

I talk to her every day!

About what?

About my day, my life!

- Boxing?

- Everything.

She knows everything.

Yeah, well!

Mira. Eh, you know,

I was thinking!

uh, that's great!

I know you put some money aside,

'cause I never see you spend any!

Which is smart! You're a smart boy!

I was thinking, you know,

you could move on, you know?

You know, and live

a little, you know?

I know that she'll tell me

when it's time to leave!

She's a strong woman!

You know that?

- She's-

- I mean, she was a strong woman.

But that strength lives on!

It lives on in me!

- You understand, right?

- Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!

Yeah! Yeah!

Uh, yeah, well, okay!

Um, tienes hambre. I'm gonna

go warm up the truck, okay?

Uh, tienes hambre, eh?

My people are like this dust!

We start in the mountains,

come down!

with the rivers, riding in trucks,

on the wind!

Itinerant as the Santa Ana!

Fighter, there's

no great advantage!

in knowing what your past is!

See, I know mine,

and I'll tell you!

my old man, his pa,

was a tequilero.

He used to smuggle wine,

Havana wine!

up San Ysidro,

the devil's backbone!

So, naturally, he went

into the family business!

Cocaina contrabando. Cocaine!

You know cocaine? And then

heroin from Tepatitlan!

My grandpa was gunned down!

outside the town

of Badriaguato!

To the criminal class!

without whom

there would be no heroes!

Los criminales.

Jack? Jack Severino!

They told me you'd been buried

in the jungle outside of Agualilla!

It's me. It's Nathan.

Senor, this man is the Yanqui.

He is a well-known fiighter!

Around here, anyway!

I know you! Yeah, you work for the Marietta,

Veneno's company!

I got no issue with you.

Tierra Caliente? Michocan?

It was me who scraped you

off the road for Veneno!

Jack, I drove 70 miles with the smell of

your blood going rotten on my hands, man.

- Sorry, man!

- Senor, you are in error!

I know your face!

I know it well!

'Cause when the fiists were

flying, or even the bullets...

I've stood back-to-back

with you!

I've been soaked to the skin

with rain, sweat and blood!

I've smelled death

on a spring afternoon.

I've defeated the hands of an enemy

that doesn't know Christ!

Yours is a face

with only one side.

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