Pit Fighter Page #4

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So help me,Jack!

that I might be struck down

where I stand if I lie!

but I would die for you,

my brother.

Your place isn't with

this panhandling gutter trash!

Whatever misfortunes overcome you,

you call me, all right?

I'm at the Ambassador Hotel

for the next two days!

I saw your new shoes.

New seda shirt, Manolo.

You're looking good!

Now, the more successful you become,

the less you can trust those around you!

You never won anything

before, did you?

I never believed in anything!

- Do you like Cuban cigars?

- Sure!

Gracias,jefe.

He's going to win his next fiight?

I know where my money's going!

Hey, he asked you a question.

I never noticed you

before, Manolo!

It's always the quiet ones.

Are you ambitious?

Don't answer that!

If you had said no,

then I'd be really suspicious.

I like boxing.

Isn't there a fiighter that

you're supposed to be training?

Uh, it's his, uh, day off.

You know, Sunday.

Go!

Take the day off with him!

Did you go to church?

Go to church.

Do something. Go, go.

What?

What the f*** is wrong?

Giving that peasant

one of your best cigars?

That lowlife!

Look at the way he dresses!

Mira, Carlitos.

I'm going to tell you a story!

I remember this crusty old f***,

Paulino, from the mountains!

He had to have been

He ran a mule packed of dope every day

through my village for three years!

until someone squealed

to the federales.

Now, what nobody knew!

was that Paulino

was a real motherf***er!

He took a large snort

of cocaine!

drank a whole bottle of wine

and prepared an ambush!

Killed every soldier

in the squad!

and then hunts down

the squealing f*** who set him up!

What I'm trying to tell you!

what I'm trying to make you understand

is that this only comes to show!

that you must never, never

judge a man by his appearance!

You got a point there, jefe.

End of my speech!

I've seen her!

She's alive!

Everything is gonna

come together for me!

Hey, loco!

I'm coming in!

Good morning! 5:
00 a!m!

You want coffee?

Come on!

Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey.

Yanqui, Yanqui,

it's been fiive years!

She could have moved on, you know?

She thought you were dead!

That doesn't matter!

I know she's coming!

Hey, we gotta pick up the pace here, will ya?

Come on! Come on! Sprint!

You know, my grandmother

could read the future!

My mother too!

They made a living at it!

I will, too, when I get too old

and ugly for this work!

I can read your face!

Your hands!

Turn them over!

Let me see!

You have deep lines!

That's good!

Some luck, and then-

- They say nothing! It's all fiine!

- So what's my fortune?

There's nothing there!

Meeting you!

was the best thing

that ever happened to me!

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