ACT ONE
Scene Twenty:
"The Rumble"
In the darkness, two shutter doors creaked open on opposite sides of the building. One opened for the Jets and the other for the Sharks.
The two gangs faced each other, the shadows that fell on the floor between them stretched long across the concrete.
The two gangs sized each other up for a brief moment, uneasy, silent. Then Jinx snapped her fingers. A moment later, bright light lit the room. Deckard stood by the door, his hand on a big lever.
"Welcome to the North Pole," he called.
The Sharks looked around, the light illuminating mountains of white salt, rising in each corner of the warehouse.
"It's salt. For when the streets ice up," he continued to explain.
No one needed an explanation of what would happen next.
"La puerta," Jayce gestured to a Shark behind him, adjusting his wristband.
"Kill the lights," Jinx said to a Jet behind her shoulder, not taking her eyes off Jayce.
Jets and Sharks adjusted themselves, getting ready.
Braulio hit a switch, and Mylo did the same on the opposite side of the building, closing the doors behind them.
Deckard turned off the lights and the shed became dark again. Up near the ceiling, a few small dirty windows let in some moonlight and the occasional car headlights from the West Side Highway.
There would be no escape.
Just before the shutter door could close, Ekko snuck inside, diving behind a pile of salt.
He stayed hidden, watching, anxious about what to do. He winced slightly at the chaffing on his wrist from the handcuff earlier. Thankfully, he'd been able to find large enough wire-cutters to pry the bracket loose from his wrist.
Honestly, he wasn't quite sure why he was there. He didn't owe the Jets anything.
But he couldn't imagine missing this. He wanted to know what would happen. He needed to be there.
…
Outside the building, Vi approached at a jog.
The sign read: "CITY OF NEW YORK DEPARTMENT OF SANITATION."
She looked around the compound but didn't see anyone.
For a moment, she thought she had gotten the destination wrong, but then she noticed the doors were closed and the lights had just switched off. But no one was coming outside.
There was no reason for anyone to be here at midnight in the middle of summer.
Coming beside the building, Vi clapped her hands together and bent down in front of the door. She gripped the bottom with all her might, but even with her strength, it only rose a few inches.
She was so focused on her task that she was surprised when a figure knelt down beside her. A tan bomber jacket. Brown hair, gold framed glasses around gold eyes.
Her eyebrows raised. It was Viktor.
She recognized him from the dance. And seeing his expression, she knew he recognized her, too. They stared at each other for a beat, but a simple understanding passed between them.
They both needed to be in there.
Viktor shifted closer to help. Vi nodded at the lip of the door beside her hands.
It was still a struggle, but the two of them, together, were able to lift it just high enough for Viktor to shove his cane under the ledge. It propped the door open long enough for the two of them to crawl underneath.
Getting up first, Vi held out her hand and helped pull Viktor to his feet, the contact of their hands as close to a mutual handshake as Vi could expect.
They shared a look and then parted, heading toward their families.
The Jets and Sharks crowded closer now, a circle forming around Jayce and Jinx.
In the middle, Jayce raised his voice, calling to Jinx, "You promised your sister was going to be here."
Jinx didn't say anything. She pursed her lips, standing tall.
Jayce looked around, throwing up his arms. "If you don't keep your word, jefa, how can I believe you'd keep your word that you'll keep out of our territory after –?"
He stopped talking as murmuring and whispers rose from the back of the Jets' pack. Jinx looked over her shoulder, following Jayce's gaze.
One by one, Jets turned to look, then parted out of the way for two people that approached; a muscular, pink haired, young woman and the skinny, brown haired, young man beside her.
Vi came to a stop behind the Jets. She stood in place with her hands in her pockets, her eyes narrowed in intensity.
With one last glance at her, Viktor continued through the crowd of Jets, bravely.
Vi was ready to intervene with any Jet that thought of jumping the guy now. But no one moved. They stared in silence, watching him walk by.
Once Viktor got to the other side, Jayce grabbed his arm as he walked past him. "¿Qué haces aquí? Te dije que te quedaras fuera de esto," he demanded.
Viktor frowned. "Lo sé, pero quiero ayudar," he said, taking off his glasses, nodding. "Me quedo."
Jayce looked pained but nodded. With a deep breath, he released him and patted Viktor's arm to stand in line with the rest of the Sharks.
On the Jets' side, Vi stood, waiting.
Spotting Vi, Jinx tapped her bat on the ground, chuckling.
"And just when all hope is lost," Jinx said with a smirk.
Jayce glared at Vi as Vi met his gaze from across the room. He wasn't happy. Vi could tell that much.
Vi turned her focus back on Jinx, who approached Vi, privately.
"So, is this the shot heard 'round the world, or just, you know, more of your bullshit?" she said, smirking.
"Don't ask me about shooting, kid. You're the one with the gun," Vi remarked, narrowing her eyes.
Jinx looked her in the eyes, frowning. "That's right, and who are you? Friend or foe?" she asked.
Vi narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips, shaking her head. "You're out of control," she said, pushing past her to walk toward the Sharks.
Jinx grabbed Vi's upper arm and turned her around to a face her.
"Here, take it," she said, shoving something in Vi's chest.
Vi looked down and saw the gun Jinx handed her.
"I don't need it if you stand with us."
Vi's eyes widened.
"I know it'll be safer with you," Jinx said, expectantly, patting her arm. "And you pitch in."
Vi looked between the gun, her sister, and back at Jayce and the Sharks.
"I want to talk to –"
Jinx released her grip on her arm, rolling her eyes. She took the gun from Vi's hands and shoved it in a pocket inside Vi's jacket.
"No, I'm doing the talking now," she spat, bumping Vi's shoulder as she stepped past her. She walked forward, toward the middle of the circle. "LET'S DO IT!" she shouted, raising her arms.
The Jets roared as Jinx joined them, stepping in front of them, toward the Sharks, toward Jayce.
"No, wait! WAIT!" Vi shouted over the cheering, shoving herself between the shoulders of Jets to get to the middle.
As Vi pushed herself through, the cheering suddenly stopped. The Jets stared with anticipation.
Vi looked at the Sharks and saw a bit of fear in their eyes. She suspected a few of them might have recognized her from her 'legendary' reputation. Not many people walked around West Side with pink hair.
"Can I talk to you?" Vi asked Jayce, quietly.
Jayce's eyes narrowed and he turned his head slightly.
Jinx interjected, impatiently, "Anything you need to say, you can say through me –"
"We've talked enough!" Jayce snapped at them both. "Let's try something else," he said, raising his fists.
"You and me," Vi said, holding her arms out, "we just got off on the wrong foot, is all."
"I always know which foot I'm on," Jayce said darkly, starting to bounce on his toes.
In less than a blink, he made a quick jab toward her face. Everyone flinched, expecting a blow, but Jayce withheld his punch, bringing his arm back, fast as lightning. The spectators around them whooped and hollered with laughter at the impressive jab. But Vi hadn't flinched, even when his knuckles came an inch away from her cheek. Her cool reaction made their audience cheer and snicker even more.
"We all know you can fight, Jayce," she said, calmly, following him as he bounced on his toes, holding his fists up. "So, can you quit dancing for a second –"
"Will you quit whispering in his ear?" Jinx spat.
Vi waved her off. "– and listen to what I have to tell you?"
Jayce stopped shuffling his feet and dropped his arms a little, waiting, slightly intrigued if what she had to say was important to him.
Vi took a breath.
"I got nothing against you. And… and if I, somehow or other, did anything to offend you… I apologize."
Vi held out her hand for a handshake.
Jayce stared, wondering if this was a joke. Both Jets and Sharks exclaimed in anger and annoyance.
A Shark exclaimed, "¿Que carajo está pasando?"
"C'mon, Vi! Hit him!" a Jet shouted.
Jinx yelled, "Did you bring him flowers, too? Come on, quit flirting with him! Close his eyes!"
That last remark sent Vi over an edge.
'Close his eyes' meant 'close his eyes, forever.' And her own sister told her to do it.
Vi suddenly turned on Jinx, pushing a hand on her chest to back away, barely able to restrain her anger. "Hey, can you shut your mouth for a single goddamn second?!"
"What are you afraid of?" Jinx spat back, "Your parole officer?! You're breaking my heart with this shit!" she yelled, shoving Vi in return.
Before Vi could retaliate, Jayce spoke up.
"A convict?" he asked, waving his hand for his friends to quiet down.
The room went quiet once more as Jets and Sharks watched in anticipation.
He glanced the pink haired woman up and down. "How long in prison?" he asked.
Vi eyed her surroundings carefully, weary of activity that might be happening in the background. But Jayce seemed genuine.
"Uh… a year," Vi answered.
"In prison, there were Puerto Ricans, Dominicans?" he asked.
Vi nodded. "Sure. Puerto Ricans, Dominicans, Cubans."
Jayce nodded. "They love locking up us brown guys."
A few Sharks murmured their disgruntlement.
Viktor pursed his lips, watching. He was slightly intrigued by what Vi was saying. This wasn't the person he'd expected to be fighting against.
Vi didn't like the dangerous mood change in the air.
"This… This isn't about skin," Vi raised her voice to the crowd, searching for the words, "It's… It's about…"
"It's about territory!" Jinx chimed in.
The Jets behind her yelled in agreement. "That's right! Our territory!"
Vi shouted for her voice to be heard above everyone, "None of us would be here if any of us believed we had any place else to be!"
Their voices died down for the moment, some seeming to connect with her words.
Jayce watched her with a measured stare. She was wiser than he thought. Her toughness wasn't just for show.
"What did you do to get yourself locked up, prima?" he asked.
"I –"
"She beat the snot out of someone exactly like you!" Jinx snapped before Vi could speak.
Vi held up her hand to Jinx, giving her a withering glare, then looked back to Jayce.
"It don't matter what I did," she said softly, her voice dropping lower with regret. She sighed with her hands on her hips, looking from the floor to Jayce. "I'm… I'm different now. And… you don't gotta worry about me being with Caitlyn."
At the mention of his sister, Jayce straightened, cocked his head to the side, and narrowed his eyes. He huffed, almost smiling to himself.
"So… you told God and Jésus, when you get out, you were gonna become somebody new? Am I right, pendejita?"
He started to walk, to circle her. Vi didn't like people coming up behind her, so she turned her body to always face him, never letting her eyes leave him.
"Then you came to that dance," Jayce continued, "and you see my sister…" He frowned. "And you think…"
He suddenly punched Vi in the stomach with a meaty thud.
Vi was surprised at his speed. He was very good at not telegraphing his attack. His first jab had been a test, a warmup. But Vi stood her ground, refusing to slouch over, and refusing to take a defensive stance.
Jets and Sharks hollered at what they knew must've been a painful blow.
"... 'How about I get myself a brown girl!'" Jayce said louder, with venom.
He quickly punched her in the stomach, again. Vi sucked in a groan, clutching her side this time.
The Jets and Sharked yelled louder.
"'I never spent time with a Puertorriqueña before!'" Jayce accused.
He didn't give Vi a chance to speak. He punched her in the face, throwing her head back, opening a cut on her lip.
"Vi!" Jinx shouted, confused why her sister wouldn't fight back.
Jayce circled his opponent, seething. He remembered the pink haired girl's dreamy expression as she watched his sister at the dance. Narrating the thoughts that must've been on her mind made his blood boil.
"'If I can be with a colored girl like her… I'll be somebody better than I was, somebody I never been before.'"
He punched Vi in the teeth. Turning her head, Vi stumbled to the floor. With a grunt, she put a hand to her mouth.
"Put your hands up!" Claggor shouted.
"Come on! Hit him!" Baby John shouted.
Vi sucked on her teeth, tasting the blood in her mouth. She turned her head to the side for a moment and spat red at the ground.
"¿Pero con mi hermana? ¡No!" Jayce seethed, raising his arms, ready to hit her again.
Jinx couldn't take it anymore. She stepped forward, getting in Jayce's face. "She won't fight you, fight someone who will!" she argued.
Vi blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness. Jayce waited, looking past Jinx, down at Vi. After a moment, Vi stood up again. She put a gentle hand on Jinx's shoulder.
Jinx didn't understand, but, meeting Vi's steady gaze, she backed out of her sister's way when Vi minutely nodded to her.
Jinx watched as Vi stepped forward in front of Jayce. Vi looked him in the eyes.
"I love her, Jayce," was all she could say.
She couldn't say it more plainly than that.
She would answer God and Jesus for every sin she'd committed. But she knew loving Caitlyn wasn't one of them.
The air suddenly got knocked out of her stomach and noise rang in her ears as she felt the side of her temple flare like fire.
Blood dribbled down from her eyebrow and she felt the warmth curve around her eye, reopening her old scar. The sensation was jarringly familiar, tracing her skin like an old, dry riverbed that suddenly flash-flooded with water.
As she fell backward, stunned, a bunch of the nearest Jets banded together to catch her before she could fall to the floor, Jinx among them.
Jinx looked worriedly from Vi to Jayce.
He stared in silence, but a couple Sharks laughed behind Jayce.
Snarling, Jinx then stepped forward in front of Vi and tugged off her jacket, throwing it to the floor in challenge. Seeing this, Vi pulled herself to her feet.
"NO! STAY OUT OF THIS!" Vi shouted, returning to the circle in front of Jayce before her sister could take her place.
Vi narrowed her eyes at Jayce this time. She rolled her shoulders, loosening them as she raised her fists.
She would be ready this time.
…
Vi made a jab at Jayce, who ducked, then punched Vi again, twice.
Sharks cheered, some laughing. Jets hollered.
"This is the West Side legend?" Jayce jeered.
Vi ignored him. She stayed focused; she was watching him.
She swung again. Jayce easily evaded her punches. He hit the cut above her eye again. Then hit her again in the jaw.
"Quit blocking with your face!" Ekko yelled, trying to encourage her on with the other Jets.
Vi spat out a trickle of blood, feeling a tooth get knocked loose. She could feel a familiar rush course in her head, despite the dizziness.
She felt alive.
Jayce moved in, dancing around more elaborately. He punched three times, but Vi started seeing them coming, narrowly dodging them.
Then he suddenly slipped on the fourth punch, lunging too wide, thrown off by the salt on the concrete. Vi came up behind his swing and punched powerfully down on his head, knocking him to the floor.
The Jets cheered. Vi took a few steps back, wiping her lip and panting.
A bunch of the Sharks lunged forward, including Viktor and Quique.
Jayce held up his hand and shouted, "¡No se metan! ¡No se metan!"
Vi turned to walk away. She hoped that would finish it. That Jayce would give up.
Baby John pointed behind her. She turned in time to see Jayce jumping at her, coming down to strike from above.
Reacting on instinct, she blocked her hands up in time – a bit surprised at herself for blocking so naturally, when that had been a challenge for her before – then responded by giving a solid uppercut to Jayce's chin.
He flew backward, landing on his ass. Jets cheered even louder.
Vi held a hand to her ribs, spitting another wad of blood on the ground.
Although Jayce was knocked backward into the throng of his friends, seeing his glare, Vi knew he wasn't done. And neither was she.
Both mentally blocked out the shouts and jeers from their friends, their eyes locked on each other, blue against gold.
They ran at each other like two juggernauts.
Jayce struck her painfully in the shoulder… but Vi let him.
Not letting him go outside her reach, Vi grabbed around his torso, throwing all her weight and wrestling him to the floor.
The Jets cheered. The Sharks were torn to run to his aid or not.
She was bent over Jayce, holding his shirt collar, bringing down her fist over and over in his face.
She felt the crushing of bones under her knuckles, but she didn't stop.
"Vi!"
Her mind was blank. She didn't hear anything.
"Vi, that's enough."
Vi stopped, her fist drawn back mid-punch.
She was surprised to look up at the voice and see Jinx looking down at her, with an expression she'd never seen on her face before:
Pity.
Vi looked down again and saw Jayce below her.
Blood oozed from his nose and front teeth. He was stunned, eyes glazed in shock. He coughed a little for breath, the sound in his throat thick and wet with blood, but he was alive.
Vi's hands shook as she let go of his shirt collar. She breathed shakily as she stood up, gripping her injured shoulder.
The crowd seemed to part before her, but Vi wouldn't have even acknowledged them. She stared halfway at the floor, and started walking slowly, out of the ring the crowd made.
She closed her eyes, blocking out the sounds and the people. As she took a few more steps, she breathed a little easier, choosing to walk away. But she was still shaking.
A few Jets called after her. "What are you doing? Vi! What the hell? Finish him!"
Jinx watched as Vi walked past her. Although Vi wouldn't know it, Jinx could see her minutely trembling, even though her big sister limped away as the victor.
Jinx finally understood.
Her sister did not want this life anymore. It hurt her.
Jayce stumbled a bit as he picked himself off the floor. His friends were quick to help him, but he pushed them away.
He shouted after Vi, "¡PUTANA!"
Vi kept walking.
¡Ya páralo!" Viktor pleaded, grabbing his friend's arms.
Jayce pushed him away, seething after Vi's retreating frame. He wiped his nose, messy with blood.
He couldn't lose now. He made a promise. To Mel, to Viktor, to everyone. If he lost… there was no hope.
He limped closer to her.
"Fight me!" Jayce yelled, pushing a hand against Vi's back.
Vi stumbled forward a few feet, but she didn't face him.
Then… somewhere in the shadows, there was a distinct, metallic, skittering sound that clattered on the floor. Everyone's heads immediately turned. Including Ekko's, hiding across the room.
Nobody knew where it came from, but the recognizable sound instantly made everyone alert and paranoid of each other.
A knife had skittered on the floor.
Jayce turned, looking around at the Jets that surrounded him. He flicked out a knife he had brought in his back pocket.
Baby John, finding the knife first, snatched it off the floor, calling, "Jinx!" before quickly tossing it to her.
Jinx caught it carefully by the handle.
…
Jinx looked to Jayce, and they both stared with wide eyes as they started to circle each other. Both gangs moved silently to encircle the two leaders.
No one made a sound.
The knives did not fit well in either of their hands, but they held them up in front of themselves, like shields. One would lunge and attempt to jab while the other would slash the air to scare the other from approaching. Both of them were equally terrified of stabbing or getting stabbed.
Sweat glistened off their brows.
Seeing them, Vi's eyes went wide. She moved forward, but she was blocked by people watching. She weaved around them, quickly. Pushing toward the front, Vi stopped. She could only watch in horror, afraid that a single distraction could have fatal consequences for either of them.
They darted and slashed at each other.
Closing the distance, Jayce managed to lock up Jinx's arm under his armpit, knocking the switchblade loose.
It skidded a few feet across the floor, near the edge of the circle by the Jets' feet.
Nobody went to grab it, because that would be against the rules of the rumble. No one else could interfere.
Despite this, Vi lunged into the circle, to try to retrieve the blade. Before she could, the Jets grabbed her and held her down to the floor, pinning her.
She mentally cursed them, but the more she struggled, the more they held her back.
Wrestling one arm out, Vi reached with her hand as far as she could for the knife, barely touching it with her fingertips.
But Jinx escaped Jayce's grip by kneeing him in the stomach, then quickly coming over and snagging the knife first, out of Vi's reach. Jinx quickly turned to face Jayce, like an animal prepared to defend herself.
Vi struggled some more and the Jets grabbed Vi by the scruff of her jacket and pulled her up to stand. They grabbed onto her limbs, holding her back.
Running at each other, Jinx and Jayce wrestled for a bit, shoving each other apart. Despite their difference in height, they both were nearly matched in speed and strength.
They both stumbled backward at the same time. Jayce stumbled backward toward the Sharks and panted, wiping his bloody mouth. Jinx stumbled backward and landed by accident in Vi's arms.
Vi immediately took hold of her upper arms, gripping tight, not letting her sister go.
"Jinx! That's enough!"
Jinx desperately struggled against her grip, anxious to turn around and survive the fight.
"No! Vi, let go!" Her voice getting more panicked.
"Powder, that's enough –!"
"Violet, let go –!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
"LET GO!"
Jinx broke free of Vi, turning and lunging to face Jayce –
There was a short gasp as she impaled herself on Jayce's knife.
Everyone froze.
Jayce stumbled back, holding his now-empty hand as if it was scalded. His body was shaking. He looked at Jinx, horror-struck, shaking his head in shock.
Everyone stared at the knife, its blade in Jinx's stomach. The Jets released Vi in their shock.
Jinx, staring in shock, looked around the shed until she found Vi, immobile, her face rigid, her eyes wide.
Jinx looked at Vi and seemed oddly surprised. A black curtain that had always been there lifted up for her, and for the first time in her life, Jinx saw what might be a future; as soon as she saw it, she realized that it's too late.
She smiled, shaking her head, tears in her eyes. She reached out, cupping a hand around Vi's neck and pulled her close.
Vi couldn't say anything.
"It's okay… It's okay…" Jinx murmured.
Vi stared at her, silently, tears falling.
Jinx nodded. "Take it out," she said, calmly.
Vi looked at Jinx, frightened. She hugged her with both arms, then reached down with one and gently pulled the knife out.
Jinx slumped against her and Vi held her tighter, sobbing as she eased her sister to the ground, the knife now in her hand.
By the time she set her down, Jinx's eyes stared at the ceiling, at nothing.
Vi touched her face, brushing her hair aside.
She cried as her eyes traced down her body. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing.
Her sister was dead.
She looked at it: Jayce's knife. Blood staining it.
She looked up at him. He looked horrified. He had tears falling from his face. Just like herself.
Vi scrambled to her feet.
She ran to Jayce, who stood there, frozen. Vi plunged the knife into Jayce's chest.
Vi and Jayce seemed to be embracing. No one moved, in shock. The two stared into each other's eyes. Jayce's pupils widened, then slackened. He stared at Vi, then toppled sideways onto the cement.
Something smacked Vi in the back of her head, and she fell forward on the ground. Half dazed, she bent down to instinctively protect herself.
Noise suddenly returned. It raged all around her. Peoples' feet swirling around her.
As she pushed herself up on all fours, someone tripped over Vi, shoving her to fall on her back on the concrete floor.
She twisted, dodging people that tried to jump on top of her. A Jet came to her defense, but she didn't know who.
Staying down, she crawled on the floor, wincing in pain.
In the confusion, she saw Powder's body, laying on the floor. Gravitating to the one place that stood still, Vi crawled toward her body.
Reaching her, she bent over her, protectively, and held her.
Then…
The sound of sirens grew louder. Gradually, the fighting faded. Red lights flashed through the windows as the sirens grew closer. The red flashed over peoples' faces.
Feet scuffled as they ran in retreat. People scattered, running away.
Vi stayed, poised over Jinx's body. Alone.
"Vi! Vi, come on!" a voice demanded, shuffling closer.
Vi cried, she didn't move.
Ekko grabbed at her arm, pulling her.
"We gotta go! C'mon!" he pleaded, forcefully pulling Vi to sit up.
Vi shook her head. She didn't want to leave her.
"I know, but we gotta go, now!" Ekko said through his tears, shaking her.
Vi looked from his face to her sister's.
She didn't understand.
She didn't understand where he came from or how he got here. She didn't understand why they had to leave.
She didn't understand, but she trusted him. He was the only thing that made sense. So, she followed him.
She let him pull her along as she let the world crash around her.
Oh God… Caitlyn… What would Caitlyn think of me?
…
Ekko panted, bending his head low, frantically looking around for their way out of the shed.
One look at Vi and he knew he couldn't trust her to look out for herself. She was going into shock.
He squeezed her cold hand and pulled on her as he spotted a side door in the building.
That was their way out.
Without hesitation, he ran for it, pulling her behind him, barely dodging the red lights that grew in intensity.
Without looking, they passed Viktor, who held Jayce's body on the floor.
Viktor looked to the sirens, now shining bright red through the upper floor windows. He didn't want to leave Jayce, but he had no choice. A huge pang of guilt stabbed his heart at his cowardice.
He cradled Jayce's head and pressed his forehead against his. "Que Dios te bendiga," he sobbed, kissing his hairline.
Just as he turned to leave, he spotted something metallic shine on the floor.
It was a gun.
He didn't have time to contemplate where it came from.
A white flashlight shined through a window. Someone saw him.
Hearing the voices outside, Viktor quickly bent down and scooped it up, turning and leaving. He limped away, leaving his cane behind. He followed where Ekko had retreated.
Moments later, the locked shutter door was pried open. The shadows of dozens of cops stretched across the floor.
The shadows fell over the two bodies left behind.
Their hurried footsteps drew short. They knew they were too late.
A bell tolled midnight.
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"La puerta,"
"The door,"
"Jefa"
"Boss"
"¿Qué haces aquí? Te dije que te quedaras fuera de esto."
"What are you doing here? I told you to stay out of this."
"Lo sé, pero quiero ayudar. Me quedo."
"I know but I want to help. I stay."
"¿Que carajo está pasando?"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Prima"
"Cousin"
"Pendejita"
"Asshole"
"¿Pero con mi hermana? ¡No!"
"But with my sister? No!"
"¡No se metan! ¡No se metan!"
"Don't get involved! Don't mess around!"
"¡PUTANA!"
"WHORE!"
"¡Ya páralo!"
"Stop it already!"
"Que Dios te bendiga."
"God bless you."
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