The Gentleman (Ya no quedan junglas)

God, another day.

Another fucking day.

Today is Thursday.

Thank God.

That can't be.

This can't be me.

You know why it's bad to be old?

The world sees you as harmless.

You've no idea how much that pisses me off.

Bad news and goodbyes. That's old age for you.

The fresh meat has arrived! The kind that are still naive!

Hey, Mazas, some have never been taken for a test drive!

- You coming? - No. Have a drink.

- Is it on you? - No.

What about you?

Another Thursday, his kerchief round his neck

and smelling of pudding.

- Have some respect, Peji. - This guy's a soldier like me.

Besides, he doesn't understand a word.

Sure he does, Peji.

That's why you disgust him. You're the one who doesn't get it.

OK, then! See you around, sergeant!

I'm off on safari.

That idiot goes hungry half the month so he can spend his pension on whores.

That's tragic.

Theo! So happy to see you.

My guardian angel!

-How are you? -I'm fine. And you?

-I'm great, thanks. -I'm glad.

I have planned a wonderful day with you.

-Honestly? -Yes! Of course!

I want to make you some breakfast you're not gonna believe.

-I can wait. -Did you know that I can cook?

-No. -Oh, amazing.

-Really? -I might be the James Beard of...

-Hey! How are you? -Hello.

-Who is that? -My friend.

Theo...

Jesus.

Do you like it? It's the first time I wear it.

I can pick another one, if...

No, no, no, it's perfect.

It's perfect.

Have a seat, the waffles are ready.

Do I really look like your wife?

-Your ass is a little bit bigger. -Come on!

Hey, hey!

-Come on. -Take it easy.

Wow, you're really a junkie for that shit, aren't you?

Be careful. Give yourself diabetes.

-High blood pressure. -No.

The heartbreak of psoriasis.

That's unbelievable. I mean, that's the exact same dress

she was wearing the first time I laid eyes on her.

-She was pretty, huh? -Oh.

My God.

She had a little shop right around the corner from my base.

And I used to come up with excuses to visit her on my day off.

I always found her behind her machine, you know?

Breathing life into old, dead objects.

I mean, she could take something ugly, threadbare,

and make it beautiful.

Just like you.

Thank you.

First time I screwed up the car, she talked to her.

I mean, really talked to her.

She mentioned that dress, the one you're wearing.

That's a really pretty dress.

And she returned the compliment in her broken English

by making fun of my uniform.

She didn't have a whole lot of use for the military,

especially not for the American, but I said to her:

"You really shouldn't worry.

I mean, I'm not a typical military, I'm just a Supply Sergeant."

What is a Supply Sergeant?

It's a guy who is too much of a pussy to be a real soldier.

Oh, my God! That's why I hang with you.

-That's what she said. -No, come on.

Wouldn't it be nice if every day was Thursday?

Theo.

I missed you.

Eat your waffles.

-I want to thank you. -For what?

For reminding me of who I used to be.

What I might've been.

Theo, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to stand

you know, the street.

Hey, let's do something different next Thursday.

-Different? -Yes.

-Like what? -I wanna take you out to dinner.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You wanna take me out to dinner?

-Mm! -Why?

I'm going to a party with three lawyers

and I'll make a little extra without Tiger knowing,

you know?

And speak of the devil.

Fuck off, Tiger.

Beautiful, as always.

Go with God, my angel.

Adios.

THE GENTLEMAN

I know you're not there right now...

Not that you've ever been there.

I should've gone with my first impression.

But I didn't...

and now here I am, waiting for you, and I don't even know why.

You think they're fake?

No. It's the rigor mortis.

If we confirm she's a hooker, we know how she died.

She choked and suffocated!

Good morning, Commissioner.

What happened to you?

Any news from the judge?

Dead girl in this area equals prostitute,

equals Your Honor ain't in much of a rush.

She has marks on her neck.

There's blood in the vagina and anus.

Anyone could kill a hooker.

No one gives a shit about us.

White coffee, please.

I'll have my usual.

Any problems with her pimp?

Olga was one of his best earners.

If he wasn't happy with her, he'd have got another girl.

Did she mention any clients to you?

Her last client...

This is the license plate of his car.

We sent them to each other when we had to leave the old town.

It was our way of protecting ourselves.

But obviously, it didn't work.

Did she tell you anything about the owner of that car?

No.

Just that there were three of them.

They were going to pay her 600 euros.

She was so happy.

Did she have any family, or anyone we should tell?

She just had me and the old man.

The old man is her dad?

A friend.

Don't worry.

I'll tell him.

They strangled her.

But first

they put things...

You know what I mean.

Just for fun.

I got a plate number.

A friend of mine,

well, a client,

can trace it back to the owner.

That's why I came to you.

You hear me?

Are you listening?

I'm sorry, Tina.

What?

You're not gonna do anything?

I'm sorry.

You are all the fucking same.

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Stop!

- You fucking faggot! - Hey!

Gonna hit me?

-Hey! -Gonna make me run, asshole?

-Gonna make me run? -Hey!

-Leave him alone! -What's your problem?

Okay, okay!

Go sightseeing, you old fag!

Sir, are you OK?

-Are you American? -I'm okay.

-English? -Thank you.

-Come on. -No, no. I'm fine.

-Let me help you. -I'm good.

You can't leave like this.

Come on. Come on, let me have a look at that wound.

-Come on. -I'm OK.

It's a shame the way they treat us like trash.

Immigrants, hookers, old people, no one cares.

Except for you.

Nobody ever stands up to them.

That was noble.

-With you he met his match. -Here.

I don't want to take up any more of your time. Thank you for everything.

Hey, I can show you a good time for this money.

You already have.

I always see you down in the old town.

But I never see you leaving with a girl.

I'm downstairs in the bar just hanging out with some friends.

Don't you ever get lonely?

The name.

Here. The man's address.

This is the motherfucker who killed our girl.

Did you hire this woman?

Yes, I did.

I sense something bad's happened.

Serious matters are my specialty.

Could you tell us exactly what you did on Saturday night?

Is she dead? Is that it?

Answer the question I asked.