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- What do you want? - Beer.

All I got is piss-warm Chango.

That's my brand.

Mm.

This is damn good.

I'd say this is the best beer I've ever had.

- Actually... - Need anything over there?

...I'm just glad to be alive right now.

I was up a few towns away. You know Zaragoza?

I was visiting a bar there. Not unlike this one. They serve beer.

Not quite as good as this, but close.

And I saw something you wouldn't believe.

I'm sitting there, see, at a small table all by myself.

Now, this bar...

...was full of real lowlifes!

I mean, not like this place here.

No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good, know what I'm saying?

Anyway, I'm all by myself. I like it that way.

Meanwhile, things are going on.

Under-the-table kinds of things.

Not too obvious, but not too secret either.

So, I'm sitting there...

...and in walks the biggest Mexican I have ever seen,

big as shit, just walks in like he owns the place.

Nobody knew quite what to make of him or quite what to think of him.

There he was, and in he walked.

He was dark, too.

I don't mean dark-skinned. No, this was different.

It was as if he was always walking in a shadow.

'I mean, every step he took towards the light,

'just when you thought his face was about to be revealed, it wasn't.'

It was as if the lights dimmed just for him.

So, this guy...

'...takes a seat at the bar,

'asks the bartender for a soda pop, sits back, says nothing.'

- He ordered a soda pop? - I wasn't interested in his drink.

No, I was more interested in what he was carrying when he walked in.

'Some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy.

'And he sat that thing beside him as if it were his girl.'

Then, all of a sudden, the bastard spoke.

'He started talking all whispery to the bartender.

'You know he was talking business, because whatever he said upset the bartender.'

Especially when he mentioned, uh...

He said something like...

..."Bitch" or "Bucho".

That's what it was. Bucho!

'Well, whatever he said pissed off the bartender plenty.'

Oh, and some of those unsavory characters I was telling you about,

not class acts like these boys here, but real scum, they got pissed, too.

Started pulling guns and knives, and what have you, starting some shit.

Now, the stranger. .. He bolts off his barstool like you wouldn't believe,

he grabs his case, and he dives right into the middle of the room and dives right in.

I don't know what he does on that floor, but he's up in two shakes,

the suitcase is wide open and he's pulled god-knows-what out of it,

but it's the biggest hand cannon I've ever fucking seen!

And that was just the beginning.

You stood there while this whole thing was going down,

and you didn't run for cover or join in?

I was frozen stiff. All I could do was watch this. ..

...thing tear the place apart, I mean, it was amazing.

Cutthroat scumbags were coming out of the woodwork

and dying much-deserved deaths.

Don't get me wrong, this was no class-act group like you got in here.

Not at all. No, these guys were world-class turds.

And I'm sorry, but they got what they deserved.

It was Judgment Night in that place.

So, he grabs one of these guys, the only guy that's still breathing.

'And he starts getting information out of him.

'And I knew, by the whispering, this guy was giving up all the goods.'

Spilling his guts, confessing the world. He told that stranger everything.

Everything?

Can I get a cleaner mug? This one's dirty.

Fuck you, man. It's the cleanest one I got.

So, anyway, without warning,

without any hint or preview,

the stranger whips around and he sees... me.

- You saw his face? - His face? No.

His eyes.

'And he didn't do anything to you?'

'Not really. Because he turned his attention back to the guy on the floor.

'The stranger shot him...

'...walked over to the bartender, paid and left.'

So, the bartender lived?

The bartender never gets killed!

But...

...as the stranger neared the door...

No, man, the bartender got it worse than anybody.

Here, this one's on the house...

...if you can remember his face.

Thanks, but no thanks. I'm clearing out of here, boys.

Because I think... he's headed this way.

Well, thank you, boys! Y'all take care!

♪ Soy un hombre muy honrado Que me gusta lo mejor

♪ Las mujeres no me faltan Ni el dinero, ni el amor

♪ Jineteando en mi caballo Por la sierra yo me voy

♪ Las estrellas y la Luna Elias me dicen donde voy

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay mi amor

♪ Ay, mi morena De mi corazón

♪ Me gusta to car guitarra Me gusta cantar el son

♪ Mariachi me acompaña Cuando canto mi canción

♪ Me gusta tomar mis cop as Aguardiente es lo mejor

♪ Tambiėn el tequila blanco Con su sal le da sabor

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay mi amor

- ♪ Ay, mi morena De mi corazón... - Bitch!

- Get back. Come on. - Please!

♪ Me gusta to car guitarra Me gusta cantar el son

♪ El mariachi me acompaña Cuando canto mi canción

♪ Me gusta tomar mis cop as Aguardiente es lo mejor

♪ Tambiėn el tequila blanco Con su sal le da sabor

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay mi amor

♪ Ay, mi morena De mi corazón

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay mi amor

♪ Ay, mi morena De mi corazón ♪

Who is it?

It's your only friend.

Ouch!

Don't you think you're being a little too cautious?

One of these days, you'll lay too hard on that and blow your brains out.

What do you want?

He's there.

I mentioned his name and they freaked.

Bucho's there?

Well, one second they weren't listening to a word I said,

but as soon as I mentioned him, boom, they couldn't hear enough.

And suddenly, they got very interested in who you were.

So I laid the story down nice and thick.

- How thick? - Well, pretty thick.

Told 'em you were the biggest Mexican I'd ever seen.

Wonderful.

So, I blew it a little out of proportion, but they bought it.

They're shitting bricks right now, I promise you.

Where do I go?

Tarasco Bar's a good place to start.

Just keep it from turning into a fucking bloodbath, not like last time.

- That one wasn't my fault. - Of course not.

- No, they started it. - Whatever.

Just remember, Bucho is the one you want.

He's got plenty of underlings, but without them, he's as good as dead.

So, save your bullets.

Suddenly... you're my big brother.

Well, I do feel some responsibility for you, yeah.

- Can I ask you something? - Yeah.

What happens when he's dead?

When Bucho's dead...

...it's over.

He's the last one.

End of payback. An eye for an eye, and all that crap.

You finally gonna be satisfied?

- I think so. - I hope so.

I don't have the stomach for this anymore.

You never did.

Neither did you.

Bucho, I just called the Oro Verde Bar in Zaragoza.

There was no answer.

Well, let me know if you hear anything.

Okay. Bye.

I want a close lookout on all operations.

If that means double and triple checking even our regular customers, we do that.

- I'll handle it. - By the way, where's my car?

- Is it finished yet? How long must I wait? - I didn't like it, so I sent it back.

You sent it back again? I could've built the thing myself by now.

- And what's this? - It's my sister's nephew.

He needs work, so he wanted to show you his fighting abilities. I'll take care of it.

What? You call this an audition, fighting against Pipon?

If he can't beat Cristos, I'm not interested. Cristos, get in there.

Hey, Pipon, get the fuck outta there!

Cristos! Cristos! Cristos!

Hey, hey!

He doesn't look anything special so far.

Kick his ass, Cristos!

Now, that's more like it.

Aargh!

He'll never dance again.

So much for Cristos. Hey, told you.

Yeah, yeah, listen. This is what I want you to do.

Take extra men and place them around the Tarasco bar and La Azteca.

These Colombians are wondering if I can handle the extra volume,

so, they're watching us enough as it is, alright? Huh?

- What? - And him?

Well, cast that leg up, and welcome to the family!

I have a house payment.

Excuse me, but I used to work in a bar,

so I know what it's like to wait on people.

And I just wanted to bring to your attention

that the service here needs immediate improvement.

- What do you mean? - What do I mean?

Our waiter... where is he?

Don't tell me he's still in the bathroom.

Our waiter never came back to see if we wanted anything else.

He never brought us our check either.

We wanted our check so we could get the hell out of here.

Here. This should be sufficient.

And don't be expecting a tip either.

If you don't treat me good, I'm not gonna ask you out.

And your beer tastes like piss.

- We know! - Because we piss in it!

That's not all.

Bad beer, bad service. Don't people know not to come in here?

Two cervezas. And these are for you.

This'll just take a minute.

Muchas gracias.

I wanted to see the guitar.

Do you play?

Yes. Do you?

A little bit.

Play something.

Not right now.

This is my father's, but he doesn't play anymore.

No?

There's not that much work for a mariachi these days. Now he just watches TV.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was never that good anyway.

Not as good as I'm gonna be. Listen to this.

Loosen your fingers a little bit.

Like this.

You know what I mean? Loosen them up.

- How do you do that? - Alright...

Give me this.

Forget this hand, okay? You want to get faster.

Here's the secret.

Got it? Good.

Practice this... every day.

All day.

Next time, I'll show you how to play a tune using what you've learned.

Practice.

This reminds me of a joke.

This guy comes into a bar,

walks up to the bartender and says, "Bartender, I got me a bet for you.

"I'm gonna bet you $300 that I can piss into that glass over there

"and not spill a single, solitary drop."

The bartender looks at the glass. It's a good 10 feet away.

He says, "You're telling me you'll bet me $300

"that you can piss, standing over here,

"way over there into that glass, and not spill a single drop?"

Customer looks at him and says, "That's right."

Bartender says, "Young man, you've got a bet."

The guy goes, "Okay, here we go."

Pulls out his thing. He's looking at the glass, man.

He's thinking about the glass, about the glass, thinking about his dick.

Dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass.

And then... he lets it rip.

And he's pissing all over the place!

He's pissing on the bar,

he's pissing on the stools, on the floor, on the phone, on the bartender!

He's pissing everywhere except the fucking glass, right, okay?

So, the bartender, he's laughing his fucking ass off.

He's $300 richer. He's like... ha-ha! Piss dripping off his face.

He says, "You fucking idiot, man!

"You got it in everything except the glass!

"You owe me $300, puta."

Guy goes, "Excuse me just one little second."

Goes in the back of the bar. There's a couple of guys playing pool.

He walks over to them...

Comes back to the bar, goes, "Here you go, Mr. Bartender, $300."

And the bartender's like,

"Fuck you so happy about? You just lost $300, idiot!"

The guy says, "See those guys there?

"I just bet them $500 apiece

"that I could piss on your bar, piss on your floor,

"piss on your phone, and piss on you,

"and not only would you not be mad about it, you'd be happy."

That's some funny shit, huh?

"You'd be happy about it!"

Hey, guess what?

He didn't check out. And you...

You checked out just fine.

Well, I knew I would, because me and Bucco, we go way back. ..

Bucho.

Him, too.

And this guy.

- I just met him today. - Go on in.

- Actually, good work, by the way. .. - Go in.

It's nice to see you cross the I's and dot the T's here.

It's cool, ese, cool. Lead the way, okay.

In there?

Fucking disgusting.

What do you want?

I'm just looking for work.

- There's no work here. - I see.

Well... is there something to drink?

- Is there something in the guitar case? - Yeah.

What?

My guitar.

Sure you don't want to hear me play before you say there's no work?

Hey, we just wanna see what's in the case.

If it's like you say it is, drink all you want.

But I told you already.

I'm a musician. This is my guitar.

Don't touch it! Get him away from there!

Come on, hurry up!

How you doing?

- What is it? - It's a guitar.

It's a guitar.

We all heard stories of a guitar case full of guns.

I know.

- Just had to make sure. - I understand.

It's him!

Well, yes. It's me, it's me.

I'm not against you guys, so keep it down, keep it down.

I'm just looking for a man who calls...

Not yet.

- What the fuck is going on? - Is that going on right now?

Aargh!

- Watch him! - What the fuck's going on?

Friends of yours?

I swear I have no fucking idea what the hell's going on here!

Shit!

You missed me!

Eh, eh, eh.

Get up.

Come here.

I'm looking for a man who calls himself "Bucho".

That's all.

But you had to do it the hard way.

Listen to me.

I don't want to kill you.

I just want you to take me to him. Understand what I'm saying?

Tried to shoot me in the back, huh?

Fucker!

Ooh.

Hey, hey, hey.

If you want to go... go.

If you're gonna stay...

...relax, hey, hey?

Fuck you!

The money's still in the back. So's the pick-up.

Pick-up Guy's lying on the floor with three bullets in his head.

- I don't know, Tavo must've shot him. - Where's Tavo?

Tavo's outside, boss.

- Where? - Two blocks up.

Well, tell him to get his ass over here!

- I want to know what happened! - He's dead, boss.

I'll tell you, boss, whoever it was didn't come looking for the money.

No. They came looking for me.

You've heard stories of that man that carries a guitar case full of weapons.

Bucho, those are stories, man. That's all they are, stories.

I know, I cannot believe it. I was like...

Can't you see that we are fucking closed?

We need to find him right away.

Bucho, you said we're being watched by the Colombians.

- So we need to move quickly. - He's probably left town by now, Bucho.

He knows I'm here now. He's not going anywhere.

- Where am I? - Bookstore.

Bookstore-cafe.

Oh. What the hell did you give me?

Painkillers. I'm operating.

Oh.

Where is everybody?

I closed early so no one would come around.

Well, actually, no one would be coming around anyway.

- Why? - Nobody reads.

Is it yours? All those books?

It's mine.

My parents passed away.

They left me the building and some money.

I have an apartment upstairs.

- Why a bookstore? - This town never had a bookstore.

So, I get this bright idea.

Are you sure you know what you're doing, huh?

Why a bookstore, huh?

Alright, isn't there a hospital?

Trust me, you don't want to go to a hospital here.

You'll never find work in this town.

- What? - The guitar.

Nobody hires musicians around here.

I know.

I use it to pick up girls.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Aargh!

Oh, come on!

Oops.

- You see this? - I see it.

That one had your name on it.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

You don't even know my name.

That's right. I don't know your name.

You smoke?

Nope.

Thanks.

It's the least I can do for you, after saving my life.

Here, have a couple more.

- What is it? - Painkillers.

- Hot water. - Shit!

- What did you do to me? - Sorry.

- You're crazy! - Relax. Here, this is the cold water.

Oh.

Better?

Let's stitch you up.

Oh...

Go on, get out of here!

Shh...

No.

- I know you who you are. - Really?

You're that guy you always hear stories about.

- You kill drug dealers. - I'm looking for Bucho. You know him?

I hope you don't think you can take someone like Bucho all by yourself.

- You know him? - Yeah.

I have a few friends I can call. They owe me a favor.

Don't complain. That would be straight if you hadn't been moving around so much.

- That one's worse. Who did that one? - I did, a long time ago.

I don't even wanna know what that is.

Well, saved my life more than once.

- You can have it. - Oh, no.

- Thanks. - No?

No, I'm okay.

Will you help me?

- I don't think I can help you. - Okay, okay.

I must leave my things here for a few minutes.

Oh, okay.

- I can trust you, right? - Yeah.

- Really? - Yeah.

Alright.

- So, where are you going? - I have to go to church.

- What for? - Confess my sins.

- I'm a sinner. - I know.

Eh, did I thank you?

No, you didn't.

Okay. I will.

Bucho, what do you think, eh?

Bulletproof windows, sidings, the hood.

Just what you asked for.

Listen...

There are no more pick-ups scheduled today except for the one in Hidalgo.

Stay away from there. The rest of the town is game.

Take this car and find him!

I'll take my truck.

Take the car. That's what I bought it for!

If you see someone you don't know, kill him.

I can't take any more chances.

Boom, boom!

It's bulletproof glass on the sunroof.

Works as a shield when shooting from the top.

Look at this guy.

- It works. Now go and get him. - Zamira.

I want you to take her with you. You'll need all the help you can get.

You, too.

Bless me, Father, for I have just killed quite a few men.

No shit!

From what I hear, you cleaned out the entire Tarasco Bar.

Nice job, asshole. Now every hitman in Coahuila's looking for you.

Things got out of hand, couldn't avoid it.

But I told you, no more bloodbaths.

I told you, Bucho is the last one.

- After him, I'm finished. - No, I'm finished.

They killed the woman you loved, okay.

Then they shot through your hand. Two points. Hey, wake up!

There is no payback for that.

Walk away.

Trust me, this is one you're not gonna want to see through to the end.

What do you mean?

Let's just say I've done some checking, and Bucho is not someone to mess with.

- Trust me on this. - I cannot leave without Bucho.

You don't expect to live much longer? Fine. I do.

Seriously, you need any more help, don't call me.

Call your friends Campa and Quino. They're crazy anyway.

No, but I should be able to count on you! You!

Those days are gone.

- Just wait! Hey, come on! - Good luck. Don't get shot.

- Did you want confession? - Eh? Uh...

Maybe later, Father, because where I am going,

I'd just have to come right back.

Hello?

Yeah?

Uh, look...

I didn't call about it before, because, uh... I could handle it.

Yes, he's got no place to go. I got my men on him right now.

What do you mean, you brought someone in?

How long has he been here?

Well, who is he?

What are you talking about? We can handle it.

Someone like that will just tear the place up,

will make a lot of noise.

What does your guy look like?

Well, I've got to know, or the wrong people might get killed.

Next time I'll call you sooner, but I knew I could handle this, so...

Hello? Hello!

Shit!

What's the number to the phone in my car?

Hey, fuckheads, what's the number to the phone in my car?

Number!

It's in your car, boss.

What is the fucking number to the phone in my car?

Fuck.

Fuck - are you doing? Get away. - You can't go away like this.

I need you.

- I dreamt about her again last night. - So what?

- Listen to me! Shit! - What?

You are right... You are right.

Maybe I should quit.

Now you're finally talking some sense, because let me tell you something,

you keep this up, it's gonna be over real quick.

Hey!

Get in here!

Watch it! Watch it!

Where is he? We got to kill him!

Hey, yeah, it's me again.

About the man you sent in, what does he look like?

Just so that I know. So my people don't get confused.

Dark hair, dark skin. Yeah, I figured that much.

Can I have a few more details?

Tattoo on his chest.

Tattoo of a woman on his chest.

Yeah, what else?

Any weapons? Throwing knives.

And? And pay-phone money so he can call you with progress reports.

Yes, okay. That should do it, thanks.

Yeah. We'll stay out of his way. Yeah, thank you.

Fuck! This is what I was talking about! Our own people are watching us.

He's been here since this morning, checking up on us.

Bastards!

- Go and find him! - Go and find who? There's no one else!

He's been claimed as one of the Colombians.

They just won't admit they're after you, Bucho.

There's someone else out there. I know there is! And I want to find him now!

Who else is there? The guitar player?

- The guy is a myth. A myth. - You are not a believer.

And that will be your downfall.

I'm going with you. I can't leave this up to you anymore!

Now my ass is on the line.

Manito! Why aren't you practicing?

I told you, man. Every day, all day.

I can't play this guitar.

- Come on. - Where are you going?

I'm gonna get my guitar.

- I'll wait here. - It's right over there.

- What's over there? - My guitar.

I want to show you I've been practicing.

Stupid kid.

Stay back there. No one else is supposed to be here.

See? Here it comes.

See? Now this one I can play.

Don't even think about it!

Give me the guitar.

Come on, give me the guitar!

Go away.

Shit.

This is your father's guitar, eh?

Is this why he doesn't work anymore, eh?

- They switch guitars every few days. - What do you get out of it?

My father doesn't have to work. He sits at home and watches TV.

My dad says they hide it all over, ladies with baby carriages,

the church, bookstores.

Ask Carolina, she'll tell you. She does the same thing.

What? Jesus!

- What did you tell him? - Who?

- You work for him, right? - I work for nobody.

I want to know what the fuck you've said!

- I said nothing. - Nothing?

- I don't know what you're talking about! - You told him I was at the church!

- I haven't said anything to anybody! - Look at me now!

- Because you are protecting him! - I'm not protecting him!

If I was protecting him, I would've told him you were here!

You don't want him dead!

I don't want anybody dead!

And you should see that killing him is not the answer.

- See? You know what I see? - What?

I see that you are no better than he is.

The same shit!

- Anybody can be bought. - Not anybody!

Oh, you're so good, huh? You see this bookstore? It's my bookstore.

Somebody comes and drops something off.

- A couple of days later... - How much?

Somebody else picks it up. I rent out space! That's all I do.

How much?

- Just the back room. - No! How much does he pay you?

Oh.

- Fifty-thousand dollars a year. - Fifty-thousand dollars.

Cash.

Look at you. You're a mess again. Come here.

On the counter.

I didn't open this place just to see it fail.

It wasn't making any money, and I would've had to close it down.

One day, Bucho walks in with a suitcase full of money,

and he says to me, "Carolina, take this and go about your business,

"and I will give you $50,000 a year."

Yeah...

They've done it with a lot of people around here.

They use our businesses as fronts.

I used some of the money to keep this place open.

And I stashed the rest, thinking,

if some day things got really bad round here,

I'd have the money to leave.

But I can't leave.

Because once you're in, you can't get out.

The closest thing I had to a real brother was just killed.

I cannot stop what it is I have to do.

I cannot.

Damn it!

Do you need some help with that?

No. I was trying to move my cash register.

I needed a new one anyway.

So, what brings you out here?

I don't come around much anymore, do I?

No.

- How've you been? - Been okay.

- Business? - Business is good.

About as good as it can be.

I told you. Bookstores?

Not in this town.

And you?

I'm looking for someone that's threatening our business.

You may have heard about the bar this morning.

Oh, yeah. There was a shooting.

Have you seen anyone around that may look...?

- Suspicious? - Mm.

No.

Fuck.

The guy I'm looking for is obviously dangerous.

So I'm not asking you to confront him.

But if you see him...

...will you call me?

Sure.

I mean...

We can't have any more shootings.

No.

But I haven't seen him.

You... wouldn't lie to me, would you, Carolina?

No.

- That's some mess you've got there. - Yeah.

I better clean it up.

Thank you for the coffee. You'll call me?

Yes...

...if I see him, I'll make sure I call you.

Call me.

- Was that him? - Yes.

But you're not doing anything to him around here or you'll get us both killed.

And I don't want to die over this, okay?

Stay away from the window before they see you.

This one's not so bad.

Actually, it's almost straight.

Why didn't you tell him I was here?

I don't know.

I know you think he's a terrible person.

Honey, he is.

He is.

Not really.

He's got a good side to him.

And that's the only thing that can save him.

- What is this? - That was for you.

It was for me? It's not for me anymore, right?

Okay, you can have it.

I didn't get you a case, since you already have one.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

And I was thinking maybe you can clear out the guns and put this in instead.

Maybe.

- Play something. - No.

- Come on, let me help you. - No.

- I... Ow! - I'm sorry.

Be careful. It's okay.

- No, I can't play anymore. - Why?

Well, look at my hand, it's...

- I can't. - Okay, we can improvise. I'll help you.

- Improvise? - Yeah.

- Do you play? - Um... a little.

Alright.

That's not even a note.

Let me show you.

Put these two fingers, two fingers...

- Like this? - Yeah.

Good. That's nice.

Let me see, now.

Memo, he's in the bookstore.

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

Well, check it out anyway.

If he's in there, and she's hiding him, kill them both.

Make it look like an accident.

It's a bookstore! Burn it down.

Move!

Come on! Hurry up!

- Take this! - What...?

Take this! Come on, move!

Come on! What?

- I must get my purse! - Fuck the purse!

Wait! Wait! Wait! Here.

You look great.

Thank you.

- Where're we going? - Downstairs and out the front.

Take this.

Jesus Christ!

Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Let's get out of here! Let's get out of here!

Let's go!

Go! Go! Go!

You okay?

I'm sorry, Carolina.

I'm sorry.

- That's him. - What?

- That's Bucho? - Mm-hm.

I can get a clean shot of him from here.

Motherfucker.

What?

What are you doing?

Shoot him. Shoot him!

My whole life was in there.

Can't you see? Can't you see? He's going to kill me.

Come on!

Damn it!

Hey! What's wrong? You had the perfect chance!

Huh? What's the matter? Why didn't you shoot him?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Ouch!

Wait a minute!

It's one thing if you can't find someone running around the city,

hiding anyplace he chooses.

I can understand that.

Now, what I can't understand is,

how can you let him get away when you knew where he was?

You drive around town,

you see someone you don't know, you shoot them.

How hard is that?

Look over there.

I don't know him.

Never seen him before.

Look, he has a gun!

It must be him.

Now, how hard is that, huh?

It's that easy.

Look. Who are those guys? I've never seen them either.

Now, how hard is that?

Bang!

Think you can handle that? Or I got to do everything myself?

I'll handle it.

Bet your ass you'll handle it! Take my car! That's what I bought it for!

Zamira, you stay here. I need somebody competent guarding this place!

Hurry up!

I wasn't always like this, you know.

I can see that.

I was a musician.

- Were you any good? - I was okay.

They shot my hand.

You know...

...it's easier to pull the trigger than play guitar.

Easier to destroy than to create.

They killed the woman I loved.

They ruined my life.

Bucho's men were responsible for it.

Why didn't you kill Bucho?

Alright... here's the plan.

You can still get away without me having to kill him.

- You have money. - There is no money.

- What? - It's gone.

I had it hidden in the books.

- It burned. - Oh, shit.

I have nothing. Nothing.

Oh, great. Oh, shit.

What about calling your friends?

Campa.

Quino.

They would destroy the city, and Bucho would still get away. Forget it.

It may not matter to you...

...but he'll follow me everywhere I go until I'm dead.

It does matter to me.

Campa?

Is Quino there?

How fast can the two of you get to Santa Cecilia?

I'll be looking for you. Hey, thanks.

Hey, Campa?

Bring your guitars.

Give me the strength to be what I was.

And forgive me for what I am.

- Back together again, eh? - Yeah.

Let's play.

Aargh!

Cover yourself!

Fuck!

I'm not sure this is the place.

This is the place.

I'm going with you.

Manito.

What are you doing here?

I thought I was looking for the devil himself.

And all this time, it was my own brother.

I didn't know it was you, Cesar. I only found out this morning.

I ought to kill you right now. You disgraced me.

We always knew you were up to no good. Never thought you'd go this far.

So my little brother comes here to teach me a lesson.

Show me what's right from wrong.

You are a guitar player.

What the fuck are you doing killing my men, ruining my business?

Your men killed the woman I loved.

But you killed them! So what do you want from me?

- I don't set out to kill innocent people. - You just buy innocent people.

You don't kill them until you have run out of use for them of course.

Isn't she the woman you love now?

When we take away something, we replace it with something else.

She's a real piece of work.

Trust me, I know.

Sorry about the bookstore. I always told you it would go up in smoke.

Had I known it was my kid brother you were fucking, I'd have acted differently.

Cesar, I've learned to read the eyes of many men.

And what do you read in mine?

- Defeat, brother. Defeat. - Defeat?

Look at you.

You came here to kill me. Papa wouldn't be so proud of you anymore.

You were his little guitarrista. His little mariachi.

And now... just a piece of shit like me!

You want to kill me? Let me tell you something.

You have already killed me!

Put your hands up, Manito.

- Let's get out of here. - Put them up!

I'm sorry, Manito.

But I can't have you acting heroic when I punish Carolina for betraying me.

But let me do this, and we'll be even. Clean slate.

You killed my men. Okay, what's done is done.

I'm finished anyway.

But now... I kill Carolina.

And you get to watch.

Goodbye, Carolina.

Everyone I've killed...

...was someone's father...

...someone's son...

...someone's brother.

Practice.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Carolina?

Did I thank you?

No.

I will.

♪ I know it's raining, baby

♪ I'm stripped of all my pride

♪ I stand here at your door

♪ Sick of all the lies...

- So... - I want you to thank me right now.

Thank you.

♪ A strange woman kissed me

♪ A tattoo in her eyes

♪ I need to remember

♪ What I came here for

♪ Love or mercy

♪ Keeps me at your door

Just in case.

It's a long ride to the next town.

♪ Forget about the past, forget about the guilt

♪ I am going back to the house that love built, love built... ♪