The Night Buffalo
Hi Manuel.
Hi.
Come on in.
Evening, Ma'am.
Good evening.
Hey, man.
Hey.
They're from my last day at the hospital.
How do you feel?
How do I look?
Good.
The psychiatrists say I'm cured.
How're you doing?
Hanging in there.
So, now what're you going to do?
Me?
I've got no fucking idea.
So, shall I call you and we'll catch a movie?
Sure.
I missed you, man.
Come on, you sound like a girl.
Cool.
Take it easy, man.
You want some?
I saw Gregorio yesterday.
What for?
Don't be mad.
No. But you should've told me before going, huh?
Did he ask about me?
No.
No, we didn't talk about you.
I'll see you later. Hi.
Dad...
What's wrong?
Gregorio had an accident.
Seems like he shot himself in the head.
Mr. Valdes?
Yes.
The coroner�s inquest is done. It was suicide.
Did they find out anything about the gun?
It was reported stolen three years ago.
The autopsy dispensation has been authorized...
...so you can take the body...
...but first you have to identify him.
Come closer.
Is that him?
Yes.
That's Gregorio Valdes.
Tania, you have to come.
Fuck, Manuel, don't you realize?
The son of a bitch is smearing his blood on our faces.
He's being cremated in one hour.
I don't care, I'm not going.
To think that smoke is my brother...
Shit, Manuel, nobody came.
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