The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada Page #3

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Melquiades what?

Where's he from?

Mexico. Maybe Coahuila.

Cincinnati"s real pretty

in the springtime.

-There's lots of malls.

-l bet you miss it.

We're glad to be here.

You know, wherever

the job takes us.

But this is different.

Yeah.

We were both

real popular in high school.

Now it just seems like we

don't know anybody anymore.

Well, living out here takes

some getting used to, l guess.

Yeah. l guess it does.

lt must seem real different.

Do you know where, like,

the mall's at in Odessa?

Sure. lt's easy to find.

Hey, man.

You okay?

No.

This working hours?

Well, we're about to close.

You need to investigate them

Border Patrols that use the .223.

Want me to investigate the Kennedy

assassination while l'm at it?

Before you b*tch, find out

what that f***er was involved with.

Melquiades wasn't

involved with nothing.

By the way, we already buried him.

l told you to notify me.

lt seemed like you'd at least...

...notify me.

You're not his family.

l don't have to notify you.

He was a wetback.

-You like him?

-lt's the best horse l ever saw.

Take him, he's yours.

Really, take him.

But it's your horse.

Mine, yours....

What's the difference?

He's got ''Pete'' branded in his brain.

No, he cost you a lot.

Sh*t, don't even get off of him.

Hey, Bob, how long

we been married?

Twelve.

Hell, l don't know.

What day is it?

Relax.

But the Border Patrol is everywhere.

-lt's fine, man, don't worry.

-Where are you going?

Where do you think? To get the girls.

Hurry up.

Could l see some photo lD, sir?

Girls, this is Melquiades.

-Lou Ann.

-Oh, Lou Ann.

-Nice to meet you.

-You work with Pete, right?

-That's the one from the cafe, right?

-Yes, genius.

-But she's married.

-So's the other one.

Oh, sh*t.

That's y'all right down there, 205.

l gotta be back in two hours.

Wanna watch TV?

Watch television?

Want to?

l'm sorry.

Music.

Okay.

Wanna dance?

-You're not coming?

-No, l'll wait here.

-You've always liked the mall.

-l'll wait.

But l don't wanna hurry,

l wanna shop.

l will wait for you here.

Don't smoke.

l love this song.

Crazy b*tches....

l understand you people.

Believe you me, l do.

And we are not loca. No way.

-Sh*t, what time is it?

-6:
20.

F***. Bob's gonna kill me.

-When am l gonna see you again?

-l can't next week.

-Sheriff's turn?

-Stop it. You know how things are.

-All right, no problem.

-Hey, don't mix things up.

You're the one l love,

darling, only one.

-Belmont's something else.

-What about old Bob?

That's different.

Bob's my husband.

You understand, right?

-Bye, Pete.

-Bye.

Let's go.

Hey, man.

You okay?

You bueno?

You bueno?

-How you doing, Sam?

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