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Call me Joe.

You lose, get knocked out or hurt...

...that's gonna bring attention. See...

...I don't care about you. I care about the attention.

But I don't lose.

The confidence of Cassius Clay. I like that.

Fighting is the only thing I'm good at.

Okay, you make your cut, the rest stays in-house.

How many times can I fight?

You owe people money?

We had a bad run on the farm.

There are 12 people relying on me for wages to eat.

Then you better win, or nobody eats.

Get him! Get him!

Victory to The Farmer!

Dientes Feos has embarrassed his trainer!

What's, what's that?

It turns your blood to jelly so you don't bleed out.

-It's good stuff, trust me. -Mm-hm. Go on, then.

Looks like the blood stopped.

So I got another fight in me.

Look, you're my friend as well as my employer.

Are you sure about this?

-Did we make enough? -Not even close.

Then you better give me another fight.

Come on, mate. Let's go.

I'm done. No more.

has the victory!

How are we going? We close yet?

-Nah. -Ah, shit.

Another fight, then?

-Oh, yeah. Let's go. -You got it.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

Are you trying to break his fist with your face? Come on!

Victory to The Farmer!

Joe.

Time to leave. Time to leave.

Did we make enough?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we did.

- Got at least two months covered.

All right, let's go.

That should be enough to keep the farm going.

Gosh. Oh, God.

Are you... It's awful.

Tsk. I mean--

It's terrible.

But, you know, the only reason I do it

is because I get all this attention from you afterwards.

You know, if this is what you look like when you win,

I understand why you quit.

Ah, come on, it's not that bad.

Joe.

Are you sure you feel up for going down to the orchard?

-Estrella, I told you I'm fine. -Aw.

Okay.

You did what needed to be done.

That makes you more of a man than I've ever known before.

Oh. Say that again. More of a man, huh?

Yes. It makes you more of a man than I've ever known before.

Your dad would have done the same.

I'm not so sure.

He spent his life fighting wars for other people.

When he came back, it wasn't for me.

-Oh, come on. -He came back because he wanted to fight

alongside his brothers.

Hey, hey, hey. Come here.

-What? -What's that about?

Your dad really loved you.

Well, in his way, maybe.

Lopez is rounding up the detail.

You should bring him to pay.

They should see what you had to go through to get them paid.

Yeah? See all my pain and suffering, huh?

Yes. Uh-huh.

I'm just doing my part.

You'll do, for now.

-Oh, I'll do, will I? -Mm-hm.

- That's exactly what I was thinking. - -Joe!

- Stop! No! - Sleeping!

- Stop! - You'll be staying, won't you?

-No. We are not sleeping. -We are sleeping in.

Joe, shoes on the bed? Get off. Get off!

-Get back to work, you. -Slave driver.

And out the back door so no one talks.

You don't think that maybe after a year,

they might just have some suspicions?

Until you ask me to marry you officially,

you can come and go in secret.

Okay?

- You know, I am gonna ask you to marry me.

-Hm. -But it's got to be perfect.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Come on. Get inside the car.

Yeah. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What a life, eh, dog?

Ah. Lopez, I come bearing gifts.

- Your winnings, huh? - Uh-huh.

You're not resting?

Ah, fresh air is good.

How's the crop?

Uh, we cleared the diseased trees,

and we're burning the stumps.

We're waiting to see if we contained it.

If we haven't?

Well, we have to cut some more

and burn those as well until we do.

This is farming. There are risks.

We can lay them off

until the crop is ready to be harvested.

Uh, these, these people have worked with Estrella their whole lives.

Their, their parents worked for her grandfather.

No, we can't just lay them off.

They understand. This is their life too.

They know the risk.

Why don't you go and get some rest?

You don't need to be here. Your face is actually distracting me.

That's the pot calling the kettle black.

Oh, you come around here begging for sympathy.

"Look at my poor face."

-You're, you're scaring the children. -Hey, hey, hey.

It has character.

Just like you, Lopez. And everyone loves you.

Thank you.

Did your truck break down again?

No. Just routine maintenance.

Please clean the sink when you're done, okay?

Oh, but then you'll have nothing to do.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Ah. You know, these trucks will last forever

if you look after them.

My grandfather used to have one.

You know, if I try to think of a time

that I was as happy as I am here with you,

the only memory that comes to mind

is spending time with my grandfather in that truck.

If you're finished, I'm going to send Marco into town

to get some groceries and supplies. Will you go with him?

Just make sure he doesn't get lost again?

-Sure. -Okay.

How did I end up with an Australian mercenary

who doesn't know the first thing about farm work,

let alone avocados?

-Come on, it's obvious. -Why?

You're attracted to my many talents.

-Uh-huh. -I mean, come on. I, I know 15 ways

to kill a man with a single knife strike.

I can direct a multi-million dollar air attack

on hidden base using a radio

made from a watch battery and paperclips.

I wish that was a joke.

But you're with me mainly because you know how much I love you.

- Mm-hm. - And because for my sins...

- ...you know you can't keep your hands off me. - Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. No. Go with Marco.

I'll be back.

I'm gonna go get changed now, but, uh...

Oh, my God.

What kind of person chooses to live here?

Person who likes good farmland.

No, I mean, if they had a choice, why move here?

10,000 people cross to the US every day.

You move here.

It's a better climate for avocados.

Sure, sure.

And Estrella's here, mate.

Yeah, I know. I didn't mean it that way.

But why not take her north? You don't care about avocados.

You fucked up.

You did something, and now they won't let you back

-into the US. -All right, all right.

You got me. You got me.

I was a soldier for hire.

We, uh, chose who we worked for.

Yeah, sometimes we definitely chose wrong.

So, that's why Estrella's father brought you here?

No, no, no, he brought me here-- Well, he-- actually,

he invited me here to help train the auto defense group.

Where is it that you went out to fight again?

Lopez says you are unbeatable.

I'm just lucky, mate.

No, he says you don't fuck around,

that you put people straight into coffins.

Lopez tells stories.

I wish I could fight like that.

No, no, you don't.

I fought so much, I had no life.

And one day, you wake up and you realize

you're exactly where you were when you first started out.

Just older.

Find something you love, Marco, and you keep it close.

Doesn't matter where you live.

Whoa. These carrots look great.

If Estrella can give me another four crates, that would be great.

In fact, I thought they'd be coming out today,

'cause Memorial Day coming up.

-Yeah, sorry about that. -It's fine.

As soon as you can, amigo.

She's on it. You know what she's like.

Listen, I heard you got in trouble with the crop.

We're replanting.

But don't worry, you'll get your produce.

Mm.

I can get you a line of credit.

Sometimes I do it for my customers.

I appreciate that, but we'd rather pay as we go.

Listen. Everybody goes through hard times.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I only ever understand half of what she says.

-We need to leave. -Okay.

You're not understanding me.

We need to leave, Joe.

Fuck! Look down! Don't, don't make eye contact, man.

Who are those guys, Marco?

Señor!

Hey!

You motherfucker.

Hey, brother.

What's up?

I'm not your brother.

I gotta say, there is an irony in a fucking gringo worker

trucking under my hood to settle in.

I'm just a farmer, man.

Just a motherfucking avocado farmer, huh?

You're one of the autodefensa collective.

Oh, you think you'll beat us?

Think you're something special?

Yeah, uh...

Don't know what you're talking about.

Think I haven't killed pinche gringos like you before?

Think it matters where you're from, grink?

Where you think you're going, motherfuckin' pissant?

Did I say you could leave?

Um, Marco, get in the car.

Go. In the car.

Hey, look. Look, look.

Hey, we got no beef with you.

We, uh, we saw nothing.

We're no one.

We're leaving.

What happened to your face, farmer?

Your bitch slap you around, huh?

It's...

Are you okay?

Sure.

It's a border town. It attracts bad people.

She was a good woman. She wasn't a criminal.

I know, I know. It's just how they are.

And I'm gonna be just as bad as them.

Yeah, I'm gonna fight back because it's wrong,

and I'm not gonna take this anymore.

They'll kill themselves off soon enough.

It's just not fair.

Sit tight there. They're coming.

Oh. It's, it's them!

Whatever happens, you stay in the truck. Don't get out.

Fuck them! Fuck them!

Don't slow down.

-Sit tight, all right? -Joe, go faster!

Huh?

Please. O-- okay, okay. Okay.

-Okay. -Let's go.

On your knees!

Okay. Please, please, please.

My men said you two peasants disrespected me.

They said I shouldn't let a couple of farmers off with disrespecting me.

No disrespect. I don't even know you.

You don't know me?

I'm Chavez.

Second most powerful man in the Devil's Backbone.

Know who the most powerful man is?

I'm just-- I'm, I'm just a farm worker. I don't--

My father.

When you insult a man from my family and my standing,

you don't just insult him, you insult his whole organization.

I, I didn't disrespect no one. Please.

Please, please. I didn't disrespect anyone.

Don't worry.

I'll make it right.

Your insult will be mitigated

and your family will face no repercussions.

Shit.

You're gonna be fine.

It's all right.

Come on. They'll be back.

You good?

I think so.

All right, we're gonna dig over there.

We're gonna bury the bodies.

Uh, anything loose,

the shell casings, the guns, the money,

we bury it all.

Come on. I really need your help with this, mate.

Okay.

-Yeah? -Fine.

All right.

It'll burn out in about an hour.

Just a farmer burning tree roots.

Only farmers take this road.

It's a quiet road.

You didn't even give him a chance.

They would have killed us without blinking an eye.

Lopez was right. You are a stone-cold killer.

Yeah.

I had no choice.

I had no choice.

What happened today, Marco...

...it stays between us.

Promise me, mate.

I won't say a word.

Good man.

Thank you, boss.

Thank you.

Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

I promise.

All right.

Hey. Morning, Hound.

Hey, you hungry, girl?

Huh? You beautiful thing, you.

All right.

Well, talk about beautiful.

It's been nearly three weeks. How's the new crop coming?

Yeah, Lopez was right about cutting back the sick plants.

-Yeah? -Yeah. New crops are doing really great.

Mm-hm. Trust the old hands, right?

-Yeah. -Are you, uh, taking Hound

to go fix the truck again?

Yeah, of course. Um,

-she's an expert mechanic. -Mm-hm.

The truck's been fixed for weeks, Joe.

Come on. The whole farm can hear you hitting the heavy bag.

Yeah, I've been training again.

We're safe. We did okay.

Come on. You don't have to fight again.

Yeah, I know. I know.

But I got a little bit of philosophy about that.

It's better to be a warrior in a farm than a farmer in a war.

-Yeah? That's it. That's deep. -Mm.

-You wanna be a warrior? -Yeah.

You can climb in through the window.

You wanna be my husband?

You can walk in through the front door.

It's my saying.

-Can I be both? -No.

Ouch.

Can I help you?

Is this your property?

My fiancée's. Her family have owned it for years.

Oh. You've looked after it well.

But you don't look like a farmer.

You look more like an athlete.

You do sports?

Look, you're on private property.

We don't actually allow visitors.

It's a fruit farm, so there are liabilities.

I understand.

Uh, but we seem to have lost our driver.

Do you mind helping find him?

Not at all. Climb in.

Thank you.

What a magnificent property.

Yeah, it's certainly something special.

And you sound Australian.

How do you find yourself all the way down here?

Well, travel.

You know, my family were farmhands.

Hard work, difficult, itinerant.

Yeah, they, they never owned anything.

You obviously didn't follow in their footsteps.

No, I didn't.

I was one of those kids.

Looked at his parents and said...

..."Not for me."

Uh, don't get me wrong. They provided the best way they could.

They were satisfied easily.

I'm not.

Uh, yes.

All right. This is us.

Thank you, sir.

We appreciate the ride.

Yeah. Happy to help.

The highway's in that direction.

We can take it from here.

Thanks again.

Fuck.

-Estrella. -I told you not to enter the front door.

I'm a good Catholic. I won't have you ruin my good name.

Estrella, please just-- We need to leave.

I'm not sure for how long. I'm gonna call Lopez

and have him come and stay at the house.

But you and I, we have to go.

Wait, what...

What are you talking about?

All right. The day we went to get supplies with Marco,

he ran into some trouble. It followed us home,

and I had no choice.

I don't-- Okay. I don't understand. What?

I hoped and I prayed it would go away,

but it's not going to.

-We're in danger. -What do you mean?

Baby, I need to get you somewhere safe. Please.

All right? Just trust me.

-Go and pack. Okay? -Okay. Okay, okay.

I will pack, but you have to tell me everything.

I will tell you everything. But I gotta call Marco first, okay?

What the fuck?

I love this place.

I don't. Gives me, uh, hay fever.

I really love this place.

Let's go.

Oh, come on, Marco.

Answer the phone.

You could have told me.

We could have prepared.

Yeah. Yeah, I, I know.

I, I didn't know...

I was ash-- I was ashamed, Estrella. I...

I understand.

It's okay.

Hello again.

Hope I'm not disturbing you.

I said we don't allow visitors.

Uh, I've neglected to introduce myself.

Tsk. How impolite.

My name is Javier Baptiste Echevarria.

My friends call me Baptiste.

I'm a buyer for the Giacomo Fruit and Vegetable Corporation.

We're interested in purchasing a very significant amount of your avocado crop.

Where are my manners? Please come in.

Thank you.

May I offer you, uh, some food?

Uh, we were about to eat.

-Oh, thank you, um... -Estrella.

-Estrella. -Yeah.

What a beautiful name.

Muchas gracias.

The, the, the what corporation?

Um, sorry, my Spanish isn't very good.

It's Italian. Giacomo.

Uh, we're a major supplier in North America,

and have distributors internationally in 40 different markets.

Our crop isn't in season yet.

And besides, it's spoken for.

Take the man's jacket, dear.

Um, I'll keep my jacket on.

I have a slight case of rheumatism.

You know, I was a boxer.

My old war wounds come back to haunt me.

- Yes. - You know how that is.

Am I right?

Sure.

Well, please have a seat.

Uh, may I get you something to drink?

Well, a good tequila, it's always welcome.

Okay. Yes.

Great. Just...

Mm.

Beautiful.

What a delicious feast.

Thank you, Estrella.

Mm.

I'll pay more than current market value

for as much fruit as you wish to sell me.

I'll beat any offer you can verify.

We try not to discuss business at the table.

um, Señor Echevarria.

-You can call me Baptiste. -Ah.

-Like John Baptiste. -Yes.

I'm sorry. I hate it when my

working class manners get the better of me.

No, not at all. You couldn't know.

Um, the company that we sell to

has been buying our fruit for several decades.

-Ah. -It's, it's not an answer

we could give you today.

I hadn't meant to pressure you.

Uh, I'm very excited, and wanted the news to be joyful,

-not unpleasant. -No, no. And we, we are at fault

for not thanking you for such a generous offer.

Did, did you know that...

...the, the, the word in Nahuatl for avocado is aguacate?

It translates to "testicle..."

-Oh. -...due to its shape and,

and the belief that it's an aphrodisiac.

This is my work as much as my passion, Estrella.

That's why I do what I do.

You know a lot about avocados.

Mm.

I had a dream.

I dreamt of having a farm j-- just like this one,

full of old-world charm...

...manicured by generations of caring hands.

Eh. Just a dream, while I work for the corporation.

The cartels had that same dream.

Didn't work out for them.

Are you going on vacation?

My sister is pregnant.

We're, uh, we're traveling to San Diego tomorrow.

-Hm. -Mm-hm.

-You have a sister? -Yes.

What's her name?

K-- Katherine.

It's amazing, the edge you can get with a little research.

I read you were the only daughter...

...of an ex-soldier who died waging war against the cartels

-when they tried to take his land. -We're going to see my sister.

- Mm-hm. -We couldn't find much on you, fighter.

How does a man like you find himself

running a beautiful avocado farm like this one?

Oh, uh, I consider myself very lucky.

She's my fiancée.

-I think that explains it. -Hm.

It will appear my information is out of date.

Sounds that way, Mister, uh...

Oh, I'm gonna have trouble, uh, pronouncing your name.

My friends call me Baptiste.

Yeah, but we don't know each other.

My fiancé is just cautious around strangers.

As he should be.

He has to take care of you...

...since you're a long road away from civilization here.

The truck parked outside, that you were driving when we met,

does it belong to you?

Belongs to the farm.

Mm.

That vehicle had an accident.

It ran into a tree recently,

judging by the lack of dust beneath the paint.

Did you crash the farm's pickup, Joe?

But that's really none of your business.

Am I making you nervous?

I don't know. I don't get nervous.

Mm.

I have one more question.

Were you, by any chance, driving the highway from town

around the 750-kilometer mark,

let's say, three and a half weeks ago?

No.

No, I wasn't.

It's funny because, um, a farmer,

Señor Alejandro Chavez,

found a burned-out Chevrolet truck

on his property.

Within the truck's remains,

he found, uh, an AK-47 rifle.

Mr. Chavez, being a cautious man...

...called the local authorities,

and they turned it to the Federales.

The truck identification number was discovered to belong

to the son of the most powerful mafia boss in Nuevo Laredo.

Hm.

El General.

That's-- Oh, my goodness.

They did, in fact, find a shallow grave

with the mobster's son and his two friends

buried nearby.

That's just terrible.

Yeah.

Have you finished your meal yet?

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Think about my offer, hm?

I'll leave you my number.

Don't worry, he's my associate.

Brother Ruthie.

Okay. Mr. Ruthie and I are leaving.

Come, Ruthie.

I don't wanna take more time from these kind people.

What a meal.

Lovely.

Hm. Thanks again.

Shit.

Looks like we bought ourselves some time. Um...

-I've got to get in touch with Marco. -No, no, no.

-It doesn't matter. -We'll just drive there ourselves.

Yeah, maybe they didn't make the connection.

Didn't make the connection? How's that possible? If you were in town together,

-someone would've seen you both. No doubt. -Ah, shit.

You're right. You're right.

All right.

Uh, I'm gonna bring up the truck, call Lopez,

tell him to come and stay here in the house.

Don't, don't tell him anything else.

The farm is fine, okay? We don't have a choice.

We'll see this through. I love you.

-That's all that matters. -I love you.

Come here. Okay.

Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

-Oh. "My wonderful fiancée." What was that? -Wh...

Yeah, um...

Well, come on, babe.

-Well? -What? Are you--

You're gonna ask me to marry you right now?

Yeah.

I think I wanna wait until I have a more romantic memory

to accompany this decision.

Go. Let's go. Come on.

Tried calling Marco again. He didn't answer.

Don't like it.

-Shouldn't leave him. -Oh, God.

I'm sorry I brought this down on us.

We have each other. We have some money.

Lopez has the farm.

Be a holiday. Romantic getaway.

All right. Love you, brother.

- Whoa, whoa... - What?

-I'll go in and get Marco. -Okay.

All right? Just, just stay in the truck.

Keep the engine running.

-Wait. -Take a sec.

Oh, hey, mate. My, uh, my car broke down.

Down the street. Broke down. I was just wondering if I could use--

Hey.

Shh.

Ah, f...

Hey. Marco?

Oh, Jesus!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Joe. Wait.

What... Did you...

Did you kill that man?

-Yeah. -Huh?

Marco's been murdered.

That's the man that did it.

If I didn't kill him, he would have killed me.

-Okay. -Okay? Now listen to me.

The restaurant outside of town, near the supply store.

You need to go there, meet me in the parking lot, and you stay in the truck.

No, no, no, no. We stay together.

-We stay together. Please. -Listen. Listen to me.

-Please, please, please. -Okay? All right?

I have to get them off our scent.

All right? This is what I do.

All right?

Okay? Yeah.

See you soon.

-Okay? -Okay.

-Okay. Love you. -Love you.

Now, go.

Hey, you were right, Marco.

Yeah, I'm not gonna fuck around. I'm gonna put 'em in coffins.

Remember, you said you wanna be as bad as they are, huh?

I'm gonna be worse.

I'm gonna fucking tear 'em apart.

A fucking turf war.

For one man with a machete.

Hey, which way did he go?

That way.

Hey!

Go that way.

Like accountants,

we have ledgers.

And... there is a deficit

in favor of the General.

That deficit was satisfied with the boy's death.

But now you...

...have to come here...

...and you have to disturb this cemetery.

Yeah.

I'm here to find out how good you really are.

Well, I'm not as good as I'd like to be.

But I'm better than you think I am.

You're lucky I've got to be somewhere.

So I'm gonna let you walk away.

No.

I'm not gonna miss out on this opportunity.

Uh, no offense, but people like you,

they, they don't, they don't live long.

Uh, no offense...

...but I intend to live longer than you.

He was just a kid!

Just a kid!

Ruthie, is that you?

Fuck.

-You okay? -Yeah.

What happened?

-What happened? -"What happened?"

You should have shot on sight. You should have killed him.

You all should have killed him!

This is not our territory.

-We need to go. -Baptiste.

This man is gonna cause us trouble.

Maybe.

"Maybe"?

Maybe.

Maybe bullshit.

Maybe you have sympathy for him.

That's a weakness.

You fought him and you lost.

So don't ever presume to tell me about weakness.

Remember your place, pendejo.

Is this yours?

Then learn to fucking shoot it!

Joe? What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, you're heavy.

Uh, J-- Joe...

Wake up, baby. Please.

Baby, it's okay.

Hey.

Let me see this wound, okay?

- We're gonna put pressure on it, all right?

One, two, three.

Okay. Hey, listen to me.

Joe, baby. Baby.

You gotta get your head back in the game.

You gotta get back in the fight, right?

Right? Okay?

What happens to me without you?

Without you, I'm nothing. You understand?

So, please, please, please.

-Yeah. -Okay?

All right? Please, Joe.

-Okay, okay. -Okay.

-Okay. -All right.

-Okay. Hey. -Okay.

-Yeah. -Hey.

I told you I'd come back.

Okay.

-Hey. We're gonna be all right. I'll drive, okay? -Yeah. Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

So, now...

...you saw me shoot the farmer.

We searched for him, and it's my belief that he's dead.

And his body will begin to smell in a day or two.

You can leave now.

The farmer is not dead.

Ruthie.

Come here.

If he's alive, we will find him.

I have a plan for him.

Are you okay with this?

Si.

El General doesn't need to know.

I'm glad I can always count on you.

Hi.

Hey.

Estrella.

-Hi. -Hey.

Hi.

-Hey. -So,

some oranges, bananas,

um, some tomatoes, some soup, and broth.

How long have we been here?

You had a fever for three days.

The bullet wound went bad, so I had to give you some antibiotics

or you would have died.

So you owe me.

Thank you very much.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hm.

You're not getting rid of me that easy.

Baptiste has taken over the farm.

-Lopez? -He's fine.

Everyone's fine. We just don't have a farm.

W-- we don't even have a home.

We'll rebuild. We'll go north.

This farm has been in my family for three generations. I'll leave it, but,

but not in the hands of a thief. Do you understand me, Joe?

Of course.

No, I've been thinking.

I'm gonna get my farm back

or destroy it.

It's that simple.

You're gonna teach me how to fight like your life depended on it.

What?

You're amazing.

I just remembered how much I love you.

You just remembered?

Oh. Shh.

-Oh, don't make me laugh. -I'm sorry. Okay, okay.

I'm gonna make you something.

All right. Here.

You open the veins, he'll bleed out.

Oh, shoot.

It's good. It's nice.

-Let's go again. Come on. -Really?

Knife combat is the most underestimated form of fighting.

It only takes one shot to kill someone.

-Okay. -All right.

Femoral.

Arm.

Throat.

All right. If you hesitate, he will kill you.

Come on. Get me off before I take your blade.

You've got to keep the blade moving.

Be ready. Come on. Be ready.

You take your target down,

immobilize him.

Okay, Joe, let me do it.

-Just start over again. -Okay. Okay.

You have to keep this blade moving at all costs.

Come on.

-Good. That was good. -You're so strong.

That's okay. It's not about strength. It's about technique.

Good. All right.

-Ah. Good disarm. Great. -Ooh.

Take it. Yes!

Good. All right.

So, if this were real, what would you really do?

That's what I would do to protect you.

Look, I, uh...

I know we don't have the closest relationship.

You've, you've got your hands full with everything else

that's going on in the world.

And I know, I know, my, my problems

in the grand scheme of things are pretty small, but, uh...

Yeah, I'm just... just another person asking for a little help

in all this craziness.

But, Lord, I need you on my sakes.

If anything I've done in my past shows, it's--

It shows that I'm good for my word.

And if you can help me and my Estrella through this,

I will, I will devote myself to you.

I will do whatever it takes for her to marry me.

I will go to church. I will do that.

I will do that whole thing. Just...

Please.

Oh. Hi.

Did, did you lose this?

You need sleep.

Yeah. Yeah. I need a lot of things.

You are doing really great with your training.

It's a hell of a lot to take in.

It was your life, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I was taught by the best.

And, hey...

God, he would be so proud of you.

Mm.

Oh.

I'm fine. It's, it's good.

How are we gonna pull this off?

Yeah, well...

I'm most dangerous when my back's against the wall

and they think they're moving in for the kill.

But this isn't a pit fight, Joe.

What?

Wait, wait, wait.

That's it, Estrella.

That's the answer.

Oh, God, I love you.

What...

Hey, Sue. This guy says he needs a sponsor for the tournament.

Nobody wants to see Americano grinks fight. Yeah?

They wanna see a real fight, they can watch it on satellite TV. Easy.

All right, here, they wanna see friends fight. Okay?

Their neighbors, rivals from down at the local market

coppin' a fucking beating. You understand me? You see, that's fun.

Look, I'm happy to lose.

I'll lose realistically.

What happens on your second fight?

I lose when they bet on your opponent.

I can win.

I can make it entertaining.

Violent like they've never seen.

Like I said, I'm sure you can, pal.

But gringos are just bad for business, yeah?

I don't like it when your boy Fabio here laughs at me.

See?

Told you I could make it violent.

Don't move.

Yeah.

You remind me of someone.

But you fucking listen.

Okay.

Now.

Go ahead, put that on.

Come on, put it on.

You put it on and you don't take it off,

'cause this way, you can mix with the fuckin' locals, huh?

You keep those pants. I like 'em.

You look like a fruit picker.

You know, they used to call me "The Farmer."

-The what? -The Farmer.

That's it.

El Granjero. Yeah?

That's your new fuckin' alias, pal.

El Granjero, the farmer, huh?

-El, El what? -El Granjero.

-El Granje-- -Jero.

-Jero. -You got it.

Put it on.

Would somebody fucking please pick him up?

You promise me that this is safe

and everything's gonna be all right.

-I promise you. -Promise?

Everything is gonna be all right, okay?

- Okay. - Hey, I've been here before.

-I know. -Mm?

-You're crooked. -I'm crooked.

I look ridiculous, don't I?

No, you look very handsome, actually.

-Mm? -Yes. So be careful, please.

I promise.

All right. It's time.

Hey, come here.

I got this. I promise.

Yeah, buddy.

The Farmer.

100 on The Farmer. Keep it going.

1000.

Farmer.

Oh.

Kill him! Kill him!

You told me you're gonna give me violence.

Yeah, well, show me some violence.

It's The Farmer.

Another 100 on The Farmer. Here you go.

- Show me what you got, El Granjero!

There you go.

Let's go.

Estrella.

Keep the fucking mask on!

Estrella.

Estrella!

Estrella! Move!

Where are you going?

Estrella! Move!

-Move! -Hey, what's your problem?

Estrella!

Jesus Christ!

-Nice, right? -Nice. I love it.

You fucked up. You let them take her.

So what's the plan?

Come on, you fucker. What's the plan? What's the plan?

What's the fucking plan?

Our fucking plan!

Fucker!

I'm sorry I asked you for help.

It should've been me.

I'm gonna fucking kill 'em all.

Yeah.

Ah.

You're a long way from home, compadre.

Huh?

So are you.

Just because I'm from north of the border

doesn't mean I'm gonna be more loyal to you

than any other motherfucker.

You're paying full price.

Show him the merchandise.

Pick it up. Check the weight.

Have you ever heard of Yasuke?

He was a Black samurai during the 16th century.

They say that samurai would use condemned prisoners to test their swords.

The gold standard being how many live men

the blade can cut through in one slice.

It's a good choice, man.

But you're gonna need some ammo.

Give him 200 rounds. Nines and .45s, all right?

This doesn't sound like 3000.

I'm a few hundred short. I'll put back the Thompson.

No refunds.

It's gonna be 3000.

I said I don't have it.

You wanna test the warrior? Okay.

-2000 will do. -For two guns?

No, for your life.

What part of my story didn't you understand?

Look, you, uh...

-...you sure you wanna do this? -Yeah, yeah.

Well, leave your fucking money and go.

Oh, fuck!

Oh! Fucking hell!

Fuck you, man!

-Where's your honor? -I can't give you money!

Fucking hell, man! What the fuck is this shit?

Now your men are dead, your hand's fucked.

And I'm gonna take all your guns for free.

My fucking hand. My fucking hand, man.

Take everything. Just don't fucking kill me, all right?

-Do I need to worry about you? -No. We're good, man.

A s-- samurai lives by his word.

You're not a fucking samurai.

You plastic gangster fuck.

Samurai my ass. Huh?

Fuck!

If you come after me,

I will fucking end you.

Okay.

This motherfucker...

Oh, oh.

Hello. Send men.

Send every motherfucker you got!

I gotta kill this bitch! I--

Oh, fuck this motherfucker.

I thought we had a deal.

I changed my mind.

So did I.

And who the fuck do you think you are?

Where is she?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, slick.

Guns out, on the ground.

Kick 'em over.

- Now. - Ruthie.

Now, I asked you a question.

She's fine.

She's safe.

I promise you. Hm?

Pick up the phone.

-What? -Pick up the fucking phone.

Okay, okay.

Call your boss.

Tell him you got the man who killed his son,

and you tell him to come quick.

Or I will kill you both.

He's pointing a machine gun to my head.

So he's very much alive.

We'll be here.

He's coming.

What's your plan?

You can kill us both. And what?

El General will still come back for you.

The house always wins.

And what if I kill you all?

And then I kill your boss too?

-You're crazy. -What did you say?

Ruthie, shut the fuck up.

Why haven't you pulled the trigger yet?

-Because I'm waiting for my girl to come back. -Ah.

-And I will, when she's back. -Okay. As, as,

-as it's planned... -Go and get her, now.

-...this won't work. -Go and get her now!

Or I canoe your fucking skull, huh?

Do as he says. Ruthie.

Sure, boss.

Please.

This is too much killing, Joe, hm?

Are, are you willing to die?

You and, and your fiancée, just,

just to make some sort of a statement?

Statement?

It's more than that.

This place is the only thing I've ever been a part of

that was any good in my life.

I'm more than happy to die for it.

You hear me?

I get that.

More than you think. I get that. Hm?

Trust me.

Okay?

Trust me.

Ruthie!

Yeah, that's a big call, mate.

Come here, baby.

-Did they hurt you? -No. No, no.

-He wouldn't allow it. -Who?

Him.

What's the plan, Baptiste?

If El General dies...

...who becomes boss, Ruthie?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Just shooting the breeze here, Brother Ruthie.

The General comes here, Baptiste.

He takes the farm, he kills these two.

And we go home.

May I come in?

Come in.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Any sudden moves, I will kill you.

Baptiste, Ruthie.

Santiago.

Are you the boss whose son I killed?

I'm his counselor.

I need to make sure you're not an assassin.

Santiago.

Cono, look at him.

What do you want?

I want my farm back.

And I wanna tell your boss what happened to his son.

That's understandable.

I wish you to tell him myself.

Ah, he's in the car.

- Tell him to come inside. - Santiago.

Get the fuck out!

And you fucking traitor!

I'm sorry, brother.

Well, that wasn't expected.

Never underestimate an angry man.

Well, I...

Thank you.

You looked after her when you didn't need to.

- Mm-hm. -Well, it looks like I've switched teams.

W-- what are they gonna do next?

They're gonna figure out a plan and then try to kill us all.

Okay.

-You want one? -No, we don't smoke.

Well, looks like we're in for a fight.

On a side note, you did a great job with the farm.

Yeah. How's the new crop coming along?

The soil up there is excellent.

That's why the rot set in.

I used some bug spray.

It's gonna be a killer season.

Ah, I've been trying to keep it organic.

-It's important to me. -Yeah, it's important to her.

- Hey, it's gonna be a good one, yeah?

The best fruit crop you've ever seen.

Are you opposed to me arming myself?

Not at all.

There's a bag of guns I left at the kitchen door.

Okay.

I'll get it.

I got it.

You and I, we can negotiate with them.

Yeah, not we.

I just want the farm back.

The criminal empire is all yours.

I don't want it either.

I want to grow avocados just like you.

I can't grow avocados worth a shit, mate.

Though killing is the one thing I am very good at.

And this bag of dicks shouldn't have got on my bad side.

I-- i-- is that a Thompson?

Mm-hm.

Can I have it?

Knock yourself out.

Huh?

Yeah.

Baptiste!

On your word, I drove 60 miles

to see my son's killer.

That's him?

That's El General.

Send him out.

Is this the man who ordered you to take my Estrella?

In person.

Huh.

I'm gonna talk to him.

What?

El General!

No!

What? He was going for his gun.

No, he wasn't.

Yeah, he was.

We're gonna be okay,

unless they start shooting.

All right, we, we gotta get some cover for her!

You run to the kitchen, okay?

Baptiste, on three!

- Three! - Oh!

What happened to one, two?

Get out of my fucking kitchen!

All right, Baptiste, you ready?

Got you covered. Go, go, go, go, go, go!

-Estrella! -Joe?

-You good? -Yes.

All right. I see a problem.

Okay. Sit tight.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Baptiste, go!

What are you doing, mate?

Come on, let's go.

Sorry, I'm not old Mr. Hong Kong Phooey like you.

What took you so long?

Look who's talking.

Come here, you.

-You okay? Everything's okay? -Yeah.

- I'm okay. It's okay. - Oh.

Oh, God. Your face is messed up.

Ah. It feels worse than it looks.

-Oh, yeah? Yeah? -Yeah.

Ah. I'm just looking for more sympathy.

Well, this is heartwarming.

Hey.

Someone's looking for you.

My God. Hey, Hound!

Hey! Yes! Oh, my Hound!

Beautiful! Beautiful!

Hello. Hello. Hello. How are you, Beautiful?

Hi. Hi.

How are you, brother?

Full of good emotions.

I'm used to human emotions, but...

...not like this one.

So what do you think?

Well, I think I like it.

Where will you go now?

I think I'll find a dentist.

You look after yourself.

I always do, farmer.

I always do.

Gracias, Baptiste.

Un placer.

And, farmer...

It's pronounced "Estreya."

Like star.

No, no, no, no, no.

It is not Estreya for you.

It's always Estrella. Always Estrella.

I don't think I could say it even if I tried.

That's true.

I, I know this may not be the most romantic moment

or the best timing...

-Yes. -...but...

Yes?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes, yes, yes.