Blaze You Out Page #4

(DOOR CLOSES)

Talache, echeme dos

tequilas, chicharron y...

traiga dos cervezas

Mexicanas.

Si.

I'm sorry for the loss

of your son.

In remembrance.

A tu hijo.

May god have mercy

on his soul.

You know damn well I don't

want no drink from you.

Hmm. Just one?

To take away

the pain.

Don't be such

a tight p*ssy.

A little bird

Told me that you're

hiding this girl.

This desgraciada

chiquitita.

You got gall to call me out

after you poisoned my son.

You're quick to accuse.

And you don't even have

the backbone

To look me in the eye.

I never meant any harm

For your Isaiah.

It was the sickness

that took him.

I only came here

to give you a message.

We will do this

the sangway.

And the night birds

and the crows...

will come for you.

I will meet you

En las tinieblas.

Ya ilega mi yegua negra

To take back my dignity.

Ino me chinges!

Ibrujo!

You. You.

Toma, jodido.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(DISTORTED SIRENS)

(SILENT)

(DISTORTED THUNDER)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

- You have to go.

- What the f***, Ryan?

Come on.

Get up.

Get dressed

and head out.

You're not safe here.

She hasn't slept

in days.

Get your ass up

and kick dust, Demi.

Now!

All right.

I'll be out back.

Hey.

We have to go.

What?

Why?

What's going on?

Come on.

Get dressed.

(SNIFFLING)

- (PHONE RINGS)

- ADAN:
Hello?

Adan.

Hey, it's arte.

Yeah?

Dre is dead.

What?

- What are you talking about?

- Hey.

Hey, listen to me, bro.

I need you to do me

a favor, all right?

All right.

What do you want me to do?

- I need you to find Lupe.

- Where is she?

Sangre de cielo pueblo.

Cut her off at the old bridge. You

can get her if you leave now.

You gotta

leave now though.

- Okay. I'll go now.

- All right. Let me know.

- (LIQUID POURING)

- (OWL HOOTING)

He's coming.

Know where

you're going?

Yeah, I think so.

- All right, I'll see you soon.

- (ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

Where are you going, Lupe?

- Own it, Lupe.

- Move!

What the hell

are you doing, huh?

Move your

f***ing truck, Adan.

You know, there's people

out looking for you?

(DOOR RATTLES)

This is not

your problem, Adan.

Get in your truck

and move.

What's in

your hand, huh?

(C*CKS)

I'm not letting him

get to Alicia.

He's never getting

to Alicia.

Jesus Christ, Lupe.

A f***ing gun?

Huh?

What are you, loca?

Put the gun down.

Come on, baby.

Put it down. Put it down.

Put it down.

She's lost.

I can feel her.

And she needs me.

I know. We're gonna

find her together.

I'm here.

All right?

I got you.

I got you.

- She needs me.

- All right? Shh.

(GRUNTS)

(ATV APPROACHING)

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHS)

Paciencia, baby.

(SCREAMS)

Iah, puta madre!

Alicia!

Get up!

- (MOANS)

- Come on!

- F***! (GROANS)

- Alicia!

(SCREAMS)

F***!

(YELPS)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING)

Oh f***.

(MOANING)

(HISSES)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(TRUCK DOOR SLAMS)

Nice night, huh?

I'm looking for someone.

Her name's Alicia.

Look, her sister's

worried.

Right, she hasn't talked

to her in a while.

Is she here?

Who's asking?

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

My name is Adan.

I'm a friend of hers.

- (FOOTSTEPS)

- RYAN:
Hard to tell these days.

Is Alicia here?

They're gone.

Where'd she go?

With who?

My sister.

He's coming.

LUPE:

Who's "he"?

The ghost.

I need to talk

to my sister.

I need to see her.

Can you take me?

No.

But you can take that.

Where am I going?

To the top.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STOPS)

Ow, f***.

Hey, compa.

Nice day

for a picnic, no?

Who's that you got with you?

Is that Lupe?

Hi, Lupe.

How you been, Chica?

Hey, compa, maybe you

can help me.

You two lovebirds didn't

happen to see

A couple of bleeding marimachas roaming

around these hills today, have you?

Come on, brother.

Why don't you

let it go, whitey?

That could

never happen, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

I... I wish I could.

(SIGHS)

I really do.

But we're in deep...

Real deep.

(ENGINE STOPS)

Get off, Ese.

You know I can't let

you do this, right?

What, "let" me?

(LAUGHS)

Oh, papacito.

(GRUNTS)

What the f*** makes you think

I'm asking permission, bro?

Why don't you go hiding

behind your cuete, huh?

(LAUGHS)

What, this old thing?

Que triste.

Huh?

All right, all right.

Just like old times,

huh, bro?

Okay, big boy.

Ahh.

Red rover, red rover.

(SHOUTING)

You learned some sh*t, huh?

Oh, come on... Oh!

Oh, you motherf***er.

I'll f***ing kill you.

Why don't you go

to sleep, baby bro?

Go to sleep, baby bro.

(GRUNTS)

Go to sleep.

And no f***ing tapping out.

(SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

You f***ing b*tch!

You f***er!

I'm gonna f***ing

kill you!

I'm gonna f*** you up!

F***ing b*tch.

(GROWLING)

Lupe!

(LUPE WHEEZING)

Nothing lasts forever, baby.

You remind me of my mama...

- Batshit crazy.

- (SQUEALS)

Oh, but you got a fire.

I like that.

(FABRIC RIPS)

What mama don't know

won't hurt her.

(RATTLING)

ALICIA'S VOICE:

...give a f*** about is you!

LUPE'S VOICE:
I'm her mother.

I'm all she's f***ing got!

(CHIMING)

(NATIVE AMERICAN CHANTING)

(GASPING)

(CHOKING)

(MAN VOCALIZING)

(CREAKING)

Care for a frajo?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

My father believed

in karma.

You believe

in karma?

Well, he didn't

exactly call it karma.

He called it

something else.

More or less

the same thing.

You reap what you sow.

What goes around,

Comes around.

You understand?

I don't believe

in karma, per se.

But I do believe

in justice.

More or less the same thing,

if you think about it.

It's just that one

Is levied by god,

The universe,

What-Not,

In god's timing.

And the other

Is delivered by man.

Or in this case

A woman

And a snake.

(CHUCKLES)

Positively mythical.

Suenos dulces, fantasma.

Sweet dreams.

Oye...

your mama will

come here soon

To tuck you in.

(WHEEZES)

(BLOWS)

A volar, Brujo.

Ibrujo!

I come to make

my peace.

Where's mi hijo?

Ibrujo!

- Answer me!

- (GUNSHOT)

Serio.

(MAN CHANTING)

(FLAMES WHOOSH)

(ANIMAL GROWLS)

(ANIMAL GROWLS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(WHISPERING) There's a

remedio for everything,

Except for death.

(KISSES)

You!

Iputa!

(SOBS)

(SOBBING)

The scent

never leaves you.

(SNIFFLES)

I can still

smell mom sometimes...

Her cinnamon gum

And her perfume.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Something about

the smell that just

Digs itself deep.

Amo like f***,

my baby sister.

(GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISPERING)

Let's go.

It's time.

(NEEDLE BUZZING)

(MAN SINGING BALLAD

IN SPANISH)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

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