What do you want?
All I got is piss-warm Chango.
That's my brand.
This is damn good.
I'd say this is the best beer I've ever had.
You need anything over there?
I'm just glad to be alive right now.
I was up a few towns away. You know Saragosa?
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... small table, all by myself.
Now, this bar... was full of real low-lifes.
I mean, not like this place here.
No, I mean bad.
Like they were up to no good, y' know what I'm sayin'?
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.
I'm sitting there...
and in walks the biggest...
Mexican I have ever seen, big as shit!
Just walks right in like he owns the place.
Now, nobody knew quite what to make of him or quite what to think.
But there he was, and in he walked.
He was dark too.
I don't mean dark-skinned.
This was different.
It was as if he was always walking in a shadow.
Every step he took towards the light... just when you thought his face would 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?
Now, 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 on a stool beside him as if it were his girl.
Then, all of a sudden, the bastard spoke.
He started talking low and whispering with the bartender, and you know he was talking business because whatever he said upset the bartender.
Especially when he mentioned... oh, he said something like:
That's what it was.
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 of the barstool like you wouldn't believe.
He grabs his case up and he dives right in the middle of the room with it.
Just dives right in.
Now, 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, 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!
Cut-throat scumbags were coming out of the woodwork and dying much-deserved deaths.
Now don't get me wrong, this was no class-act group of guys 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 just knew by the whispering and all... that this guy was giving up all the goods.
Spilling his guts. Confessing the world.
He told that stranger 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?
And he didn't do anything to you?
Not really, because he turned his attention back to the guy on the floor.
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.
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!
Who is it?
It's your only friend.
Don't you think you're being a little too cautious?
Y' know, one of these days you're gonna lay down too hard on that thing and blow your brains out.
What do you want?
I mentioned his name and they freaked.
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.
Told 'em you were the biggest Mexican I'd ever seen.
Okay, 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 try and keep it from turning into a fucking bloodbath, all right? Not like last time.
That one wasn't my fault.
Well 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? What?
What happens when he's dead?
When Bucho's dead...
He's the last one.
End of payback. An eye for an eye and all that crap.
You finally going to be satisfied?
I think so.
I hope so.
Because I don't have the stomach for this anymore.
You never did.
Neither did you.
I just called the Oro Verde Bar in Saragosa.
There was no answer.
Well, let me know if you hear anything.
I want a close lookout on all operations.
If that means double and triple checking, even our regular customers, we'll do that.
I'll handle it. Hey, by the way...
Where's my car? Is it finished yet? How long do I have to wait?
I didn't like it so I sent it back.
Oh, you sent it back again? I could have built the thing myself by now.
Hey, what's this? It's my sister's nephew.
He's looking for 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.
Get the fuck out of there!
Cristos! Cristos! Cristos! Cristos! Cristos!
Cristos! Cristos! Cristos! Cristos! Cristos! Cristos!
He doesn't look anything special so far.
Kick his ass!
Now that's more like it, huh?
He'll never dance again.
So much for Cristos. Hey, I told you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, this is what I want you to do.
Take some extra men and place them around the Tarasco Bar and also around La Azteca.
Those Colombians are wondering if I can handle the extra volume, so... they're watching us enough as it is, all right? Huh?
Well, cast that leg up, and welcome to the family.
Way to fight, man.
I have a house payment.
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. We did.
He never brought us our check either.
We wanted our check, we've been waiting for a check so we could get the hell out of here.
This should be sufficient.
And don't be expecting a tip, either.
Hey, 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?
And these... are for you.
This'll just take a minute.
I wanted to see the guitar.
Do you play?
Yes, do you?
A little bit.
Not right now.
This is my father's, but he doesn't play anymore.
There's not 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.
You know what I mean?
Loosen them up.
How do you do that?
Give me this.
Forget this hand, okay? You want to get faster.
Here's the secret.
Practice this... every day.
I'll show you how to play a tune... using what you've learned.
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 this glass. I mean, we're talkin' like, this glass is like a good 10 feet away.
And he says, "Now wait a minute, lemme get this straight.
"You're trying to tell me you're gonna bet me $300..." that you can piss, standing over here...
"...way over there, into that glass, and not spill a single drop?"
Customer looks up and says:
Bartender says, "Young man, you've got a bet."
The guy goes, "Okay, here we go. Here we go."
Pulls out his thing.
He's looking at the glass, man. He's thinking about the glass. He's thinking about the glass.
The glass. He's thinking about the glass. Glass. Thinking about his dick.
Dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass. Be the glass.
Dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass.
And then, whoosh! He let's it rip.
And he... he's pissin' all over the place, man.
He's pissin' on the bar.
He's pissin' on the stools, on the floor, on the phone.
On the bartender!
He's pissin' everywhere except the fucking glass! Right? Okay...
So... bartender... he's laughing his fucking ass off! He's $300 richer. He's like...
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, one little second."
Goes to the back of the bar.
In the back, 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...
"What the fuck are you so happy about? You just lost $300, idiot!"
The guy says, "Well, you see those guys over 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!"
He didn't check out.
And you... you checked out just fine.
Well, uh, I knew I would because... me and Bucco... we go way back. Bucho.
And this guy...
I just met him today. Go on in.
Actually, good work, by the way. I just want to say this...
Good work. 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, Jorge.
What do you want?
I'm just looking for work.
There's no work here.
Is there something to drink?
Is there something in the guitar case?
Are you sure you don't want to hear me play before you say there is no work?
We just want to see what's in the case.
If it's like you say it is... you can drink all you want.
But I told you already.
I'm a musician, and 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.
Just had to make sure.
Well, well, well yes.
It's me. It's me.
I'm not against you guys, so keep it down.
Just keep it down, eh?
I'm just looking for a man who calls...
What the fuck is going on?!
Is that going on right now?
What the fuck's going on, man?
Friends of yours?
I- I- I- Look! I swear I have no fucking idea what the hell's going on here!
You missed me!
I'm looking for a man who calls himself "Bucho."
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 me, ese?
Tried to shoot me in the back, huh?
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
If you want to go... go.
If you're going to stay... relax.
The money's still in back.
So's the pickup.
Pick-up guy's lying on the floor with 3 bullets in his head.
I don't know...
Tavo must have shot him. Where's Tavo?
Tavo's outside, boss.
2 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.
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, is stories.
Oh, I know. I cannot believe it. It's like--
Can't you see 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?
What the hell did you give me?
Where is everybody?
I closed early so no one would come around.
Well, actually, no one would be coming around anyway.
Is it yours? All those... books?
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?
Why a bookstore, huh?
All right, all right. 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.
Nobody hires musicians around here.
I use it to pick up girls.
Oh, come on!
You see this? I see it.
That one had your name on it.
Oh yeah? Yeah.
You don't even know my name.
I don't know your name.
It's the least I can do for you, after saving my life.
Here, have a couple more.
What is it? Painkillers.
What're you doing to me?!
Sorry. You're crazy.
Relax. Here, this is the cold water.
Let's stitch you up.
Go on! Get out of here!
I know who you are.
You're that guy you always hear stories about.
You kill drug dealers.
I'm looking for Bucho, do you know him?
I hope you don't think you can take someone like Bucho on by yourself.
So you know him?
I have a few friends I can call.
They owe me a favor.
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 want to know what that is.
Saved my life more than once.
You can have that one.
Oh, no... thanks.
No? No, I'm okay.
Will you help me?
I don't think I can help you.
I need to leave my things here for a few minutes.
I can trust you, right?
So, where are you going?
I have to go to church.
Confess my sins.
I'm a sinner.
Did I thank you?
No, you didn't.
Bucho! What do you think, huh?
Bulletproof windows... sidings... the hood.
Just what you asked for.
Listen... there are no more pickups 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.
That's bulletproof glass on the sunroof, eh?
Works as a shield for when you're shooting from the top.
Look at this guy.
It works. Now go and get him.
I want you to take her with you. You'll need all the help you can get.
Bless me, Father, for I have just killed quite a few men.
From what I hear, you cleaned out the entire Tarasco Bar.
Nice job, asshole. Now you're gonna have every hit man in Coahuila looking for you.
Things got out of hand. I 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.
Trust me... this is one you're not going to want to see through to the end.
What do you mean?
Let's just say I've done some checking around, and Bucho is not someone you want to mess with.
Trust me on this.
I cannot leave without Bucho.
You don't expect to live much longer? Fine. I do.
Seriously, if you need any more help... don't call me.
Call your friends Campa and Quino. They're crazy anyway.
No no no, but I should be able to count on you!
Those days are gone.
Just wait! Hey! Come on!
Good luck. Don't get shot.
Did you want confession?
Maybe later, Father. Because where I am going...
I'd just have to come right back.
I didn't call about it before because...
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...
What's the number to the phone in my car?
Hey fuckheads, what's the number to the phone in my car?!
It's in your car, boss.
What is the fucking number to the phone in my car?
What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me, man.
You can't go away like this. I mean, I need you.
I dreamt about her again last night.
Listen to me! Shit! What?!
You are right.
You are right.
Maybe I should quit.
Well now you're finally talking some sense, because you keep this up... lemme tell you something... you keep this up and it's gonna be over, and believe me it's gonna be over real quick.
Get in here!
Watch it! Watch it!
Where the fuck 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 you give me a few more details?
Tattoo on his chest.
Tattoo of a woman on his chest.
Yeah. What else?
And pay-phone money so he can call you with progress reports.
That should do it, thanks.
We'll stay out of his way.
Yeah, thank you.
This is what I was talking about. Our own people are watching us.
He's been here since this morning, checking up on us.
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 that they're trying to go 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, man.
A myth. You are not a believer, memo, 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.
Why aren't you practicing?
I told you, man. Every day, all day.
I can't play this guitar.
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.
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!
This is your father's guitar? Eh?
Is this why he doesn't work anymore? Huh?
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 the hell did you tell him?! Who?
You work for him, right? I work for nobody.
I want to know what the fuck you said!
I said nothing. Nothing?!
I don't know what you are talking about!
You told him I was at the church!
I haven't said anything to anybody! Look at me now!
Just because you are protecting him!
I'm not protecting him! Yes, you are!
If I was protecting him, I would've told him you were here by now!
Well, you surely don't want him dead!
I don't want anybody dead!
And you should see that killing him is not the answer to any--.
See?! You know what I see? What?!
I see you are no better than he is.
The same shit!
Anybody can be bought.
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 comes and picks it up. How much?
You know what I do? I rent out space, that's all I do!
I rent out space. How much?!
Just the back room.
No! How much does he pay you?!
$50,000 a year.
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 on about your own business...
"...and I will give you $50,000 a year."
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 started to get really bad around 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.
Do you need some help with that?
Oh, no. I was trying to- to move my... my cash register.
I needed a new one anyway.
So... what brings you out here?
I don't come around much anymore, do I?
How've you been?
Business is good.
About as good as it can be.
I told you...
Not in this town.
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, um...
The guy that 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?
we can't have any more shootings, hmm?
But I haven't seen him.
You... wouldn't lie to me... would you, Carolina?
That's some mess you've got there.
I better clean it up.
Thank you for the coffee. You'll call me.
Yes... if I see him...
I'll make sure and call you.
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'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.
Here, play something.
Come on, let me help you.
I can't-- Ow!
I'm sorry. Be careful.
No, I can't play anymore.
Well, look at my hand. It's... eh.
Okay, we can improvise. I'll help you.
Do you play?
That's not even a note.
Let me show you.
Put these two fingers... two fingers over here.
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.
I must get my purse!
Fuck the purse!
Wait, wait, wait!
You look great.
Where're we going?
Downstairs, out the front.
What are you doing?!
Get out of here!
Go! Let's go!
Go! Go! Go!
I'm sorry, Carolina.
I can get a clean shot of him from here.
What are you doing?
My whole life was in there.
Can't you see?
Can't you see? He's going to kill me.
What is wrong? You had the perfect chance!
What's the matter with you? Why didn't you shoot him?
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, huh?
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.
Who are those guys?
I've never seen them either.
Now, how hard is that?
Think you can handle that? Or I got to do everything myself?
I'll handle it.
You 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!
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?
here's the plan:
You can still get away without me having to kill him.
You have money.
There is no money.
I had it hidden in the books.
I have nothing. Nothing.
What about calling your friends?
They would destroy the city.
And Bucho would still get away. No, 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.
Is Quino there?
How fast can the two of you get to Santa Cecilia?
I'll be looking for you.
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.
I'm not sure this is the place.
This is the place.
I'm going with you.
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, Cesar.
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 is a guitar player 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.
No no no no, you just buy innocent people.
You don't kill them... until you have run out of use for them, of course.
But, 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've always told you it would go up in smoke.
Had I known it was my kid brother you were fucking, I would have acted differently.
I have learned to read the eyes of many men.
And what do you read in mine?
Defeat, brother. 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.
You have killed my men. Okay.
What's done is done.
I'm finished anyway.
I kill Carolina.
And you get to watch.
Everyone I've killed... was someone's father... someone's son...
Where are you going?
I don't know.
Did I thank you?
I want you to thank me right now.
Just in case.