Unit 7 Page #3

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What happened to your leg?

- Nothing, playing soccer.

- Move it.

I told you I was clean.

Always the same.

Hi, this is Angel Lares.

Give me the editorial office.

Look, it's Perico Delgado!

Faster, homo!

Police!

Police, open up!

Out.

Hi.

What's wrong, got the shits?

Get over there.

You, over here.

Against the wall.

Spread your legs. Your legs!

Spread them. There.

What's this?

- I don't know. It's not mine.

- Shut up.

Hey, don't move...

Not so close, you'll catch AIDS.

What?

I'm joking.

You can't catch it like that.

- What?

- Not by touching people.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me, you homo!

Officer, I made you

fried fish balls.

You're making me fat, lady.

Right there, Jose.

- Shut your mouth, damn it.

- Want me to look dangerous?

GROUP 7 TAKES DOWN DRUG DEALERS

You look like the Panchos.

Move your asses, damn it.

We have to do everything.

- Get this out of here, fatso.

- Bye.

Jerk.

Let me go, you're hurting me!

Don't push me.

Police. Is there a problem?

No problem.

Hey!

Wait, my bag!

Next time you save someone,

ask first. I'm homeless now

You look great, Charity.

You should wear skirts more often.

You have very pretty legs.

- You need your eyes examined.

- And you, your heart.

Carmela,

your boyfriend's release form.

He'll be out on Monday.

Thank you, Angel.

Hi, Rosario.

Mahogany?

Hi.

Hi.

- That stew smells great.

- Hookers don't eat anyway.

Watch your hand.

- What hand?

- That hand.

- What hand?

- Naughty boy! Get away, will you?

Where is it, Mahogany?

Right in front of you,

on that chair.

Any more?

Try in Canaries,

they sell plenty there.

That's the suburbs, we can't go there.

Give us something downtown.

The Marigalante. 32 Bajales St.

It's a hangout for rich homos.

- Cocaine or heroin?

- Rich people don't shoot up, honey.

HEY...

Tell Mateo I dyed my eyebrows.

You guys didn't even notice.

- Don't make me jealous, Mahogany.

- Go on. Bye.

Bye.

Look.

The one in the painting

looks like Miguel.

Only a homo would paint that.

He has Hugo Sanchez' legs

and my son Mateo's willy.

- Knock it off.

- He better stop looking at me.

New watch, Mateo?

My wife bought it with my money.

Chief.

- Another bottle of whisky.

- I'm sorry,

you have to leave.

I'm closing in 5 minutes.

I'll show you closed.

Unit 7.

I'll tell you anything you want.

- Please don't hurt me.

- In your dreams, you flaming homo.

Put that away.

I need to take a leak.

That's it, go take a leak

and settle down.

Relax, it's okay.

What's your name?

Simon.

Where do you get it, Simon?

Should I look?

You want me to look for it?

I buy it in Canaries.

Good, Simon.

It's okay, you see?

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