Rottweiler Page #3

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Why?

I need to find someone.

When my husband comes home

it will be bad for you.

I can help you.

I know someone

who can take care of you.

When you are here

without papers...

there are few choices.

If you are pretty,

they don't hire you for regular work.

You belong to everyone who can pay.

It changes you.

You even can like it.

Not always. But sometimes.

Nino! Perla!

Nino! Perla!

- Can you help me?

- Don't touch me! I don't like men.

I could kill you.

No problem.

In Puerto Angel I was a whore.

One of Kufard's girls.

Most of the time I was stoned.

Then she came...

Esperanza, my hope.

Mama, Mama,

Nino and Perla won't come.

Out! Get out, Esperanza!

- But Mama...

- Get out!

Santiago was one of my regulars.

He was a priest.

But he has a weakness.

I'd sleep in his bed.

But we don't touch.

We pray.

We never touch.

Do you understand?

Mama! Mama!

The monster!

Out, Esperanza!

Get out! Out!

I only stay here for Esperanza.

So she will have a place.

So she won't be like me.

Perla?

Perla!

Perla...

Mama!

Mama!

Gimme the gun!

Trust me.

- What is it?

- It 's a Rottweiler.

Get to the bedroom!

It 's not gonna hold.

Through the window!

Come on!

You go first, I'll pass her on.

God damn it!

Is there somewhere safe

where you can take the girl?

- The root cellar.

- Go!

- What about you?

- Just go!

Come on!

Come and get me!

No!

Get down! Down!

Come on!

Come here. Come here.

Come on.

Stay back.

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

Come on, let 's get out of here.

Just a second, okay?

Don't bother yourself.

I'll do it.

Will you leave that

before you break it?

You see? What did I tell you?

I knew you were gonna break it!

Curiosity killed the cat.

Did you hear that, Nacho?

You okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It 's beautiful. It 's pretty.

Where'd you pick it?

"No-me-olvides".

What?

I can't hear you.

"Olvides".

"Olvides"?

That 's "forget", isn't it?

"No-me..."

You want to forget?

I lost someone too.

I'm gonna find her, though.

No...

No.

I can't remember where she is.

Where I last saw her.

It was...

somewhere in...

Puerto Angel.

"No-me-olvides".

No-me... forget?

Forget-me-not.

Forget-me-not!

You're talking about the flower!

"No-me-olvides"?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Forget-me-not.

Come on, let 's go

before he changes his mind.

Ula?

- Hey, you okay?

- I'm fine.

Well, I mean...

What happened there?

What do you think?

You saw him.

What you...?

You let him?

You don't think

I wanted to, do you?

No, no.

Of course not.

You sounded like...

you enjoyed it.

How can you say that?

There's a pack of cigarettes

in my shirt back there.

Berta?

Will you get them for me?

Yeah, okay.

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