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For sale! Ducks! Chickens!

Miss, sweet bread, please!

♪ Change your gaze ♪

♪ Do you want this? Buy it! ♪

♪ Don't be dumb ♪

♪ Do you want this? Buy it! ♪

♪ With the... ♪

Please... let... me... out.

Aaaaaah! Crap!

Oh, fuck!

Blunt. Sloppy. Unsophisticated.

This attack has Doña Quispe's

cuy grease stained fingers all over it.

What about the cuy fighter you took to bed?

Espada Muleta?

No. Espada has the heart of a cuy.

It tenderly beats 200 times per minute.

Doña Quispe, on the other hand...

That woman has the cunning ruthlessness

of the nouveau riche.

She has transformed herself from a lowly butcher to a CEO.

Just as I have transformed myself

from a rich girl to a rich woman.

She can transform once again...

into a crazed, murderous stalker.

I'll take care of Doña Quispe.

Businesswoman to businesswoman.

I need you to do some shopping for me.

You know what I like.

♪ It is beautiful to fly ♪

♪ At 2:00 in the morning ♪

What do you see, Coqui?

I see...

...a sale!

Excuse me, Mrs. Art Dealer!

My Spaniard will take it!

Your Spaniard has excellent taste, ma'am!

Okay, now do a silly one!

I swear, Piedra, my boss, Marioneta,

is such a savvy businesswoman!

She took the cuy fighter Espada

out for oysters last night and...

Oh!

I forgot I'm not supposed to tell you

this silly little bullshit!

I should get more wine!

Look to your left.

A little more.

Now look at me.

Look at me the way you looked at Marioneta last night.

Excuse me? You heard me.

I may belong to this sport,

but your parents do not own me.

Yes, but my parents own this stadium

and the sport that employs you.

Do you know how much money I make from my photography?

No, Piedra. I do not. Neither do I.

That woman, with her adorable little cuys,

is a threat to this sport.

But more importantly, a threat

to my weekly allowance from my mommy and daddy.

I shared oysters with a charming woman.

If that's a crime, then you and I,

can both share a jail cell.

Espada, if you want to continue performing in this ring,

you must prove where your loyalty lies:

with that woman or with this sport.

I will. In the ring.

Nina, sweetie. Please, step closer.

I found this in your room.

That's a gift for my friend Chucho.

Vegetarian lentil stew?

Stupid!

Lentils without chicken bouillon are pure trash!

Ceviche de... Lima beans?

Fish isn't meat, my girl.

It's practically a swimming carrot.

And this one.

The most disgusting of them all.

Roasted cuy made with tofu?!

Atatai!

Mother, no...

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh,

tell me, how could a Quispe cook such disasters?

Are you really a Quispe?

Did you really come from my womb?

Because if not, then...

this birth certificate may as well be void.

I am... a Quispe. Say it with pride, Nina.

I am a Quispe. Good. You may go.

Kill it! Kill Marioneta!

Your little stunt failed. No, Espada.

You failed me.

Miss.

Miss, one live duck, please.

Marioneta...

I knew you'd arrive. I smelled you.

Smell me?

Woman, we've never met!

How could you dream of recognizing my scent?

L'eau de la indifférence?

I can look at a photo of anyone

and precisely predict their stench.

Ahhh!

Fish and onions. The scent of a man.

Cease your attacks.

I've come, not with a threat, but with an offer.

Behold! This duck!

Why cook rodents for the poor

When you can ascend to the realm of fine dining by cooking...

canard à I'orange...

con fit de canard...

magret du canard.

With my financial investment in a new restaurant

serving exclusively duck to Quito's elite.

You shall no longer be Doña Quispe, the butcher.

You shall become... Doña Quispe, the French chef!

♪ My love, I cannot stop ♪

♪ Loving your hate ♪

♪ My love, I cannot stop ♪

♪ Hating this love ♪

Hm.

Offer rejected.

Fine.

I thought we were similar,

but we could not be more different.

I'm not a butcher. Like you.

SAVE THE CUYES.

That woman is your mother? Mm-hm.

Interesting.

Future reminder to yourself, Marioneta.

The only way to exact revenge on Doña Quispe

is to steal her daughter's love.

♪ My dear, I cannot feel ♪

♪ Ice within the fire ♪

♪ My dear, I can no longer live ♪

♪ Without your pleading ♪

♪ Oooh ♪