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called San Anton.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, do you know

Vinnie's Pizza?

On Alvarez?

The best pies in Texas.

Yeah.

It's the one thing I miss

being over here.

One thing I don't miss:

American women.

The most stuck-up b*tches

on Earth.

Couldn't get play there

to save my life.

That's hard to believe.

You messing with me?

No.

There's three b*tches in Los Angeles

and two in Phoenix that messed with me.

They're still looking for the bodies.

Know what I mean, jelly bean?

Listen, my parents

have a little money.

If I can just make a phone call.

It's not about that, home-style.

What is it about?

The spirits.

Spirits?

The whole world

is alive with spirits.

Before I knew

about this place, right?

If I f***ed somebody up...

you know, I killed them or whatever,

'cause they pissed me off,

or I just felt the urge

that day, you know?

Then Papa,

he showed me another way.

He taught me how

to use that urge.

You know?

How to channel it.

Connect with the spirits.

I'm talking about Palo.

Palo-Mayombe.

It's supposed to be

some sh*t from Africa.

Yeah, but what does that

have to do with me?

Papa's gonna use you

to talk to him.

He needs you.

This is big, home-style.

Don't you get it?

Your life's gonna change.

It's gonna mean something.

I can feel it.

There's something in the air.

Something poisonous.

I've only been here two months,

but this is different.

You know, you live in

a really screwed-up country.

No offense.

I guess nobody ever

gets kidnapped in the U.S.

Hey, we don't know

if he's been kidnapped.

What, then?

What's wrong?

Car's just sitting there.

Driver's been staring at us.

Green piece of sh*t's been

hanging out since I got here.

Look, don't get paranoid.

Maybe he's waiting

for his girlfriend.

You got an issue, a**hole?

- Go home, whitey.

- That's Phil's.

Hey.

Hey!

Son of a b*tch!

Oh, my God!

Hey!

Is anybody out there?

Randall?

Hello!

What's your problem?

I gotta piss.

You just went.

I mean, I gotta sh*t.

You want me

to sh*t my pants?

Got some pretty brave friends.

You know that?

What do you mean?

Poking their nose where

they shouldn't be poking it.

That's a good way

to lose your nose...

and plenty more.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You gotta undo my pants, too.

Do I look like

some kind of homo?

F***ing beaners.

Always give me the sh*t jobs

just because I'm illegal.

It's discrimination.

F***.

Come here, you son of a b*tch!

Come here!

Hey! Hey!

Please! Wait!

No!

Come here!

You try that again,

I will blow your ass away!

Understand?

Yes. Yes.

You just lost

your TV privileges, b*tch.

Chain him up.

The drug runners on the farm,

they are followers

of Palo-Mayombe.

And their priest is a man

called Santillan.

A week ago,

two of his people

were in the store.

I overheard them talking.

They were looking

for a gringo.

- Yes, ma'am?

- Are you open?

Yes.

I want to buy something.

Come in.

I'll take care later.

If Santillan took your friend,

there is nothing you can do.

So what are you saying?

We should bail

on a fellow marine

because of some lame-ass

Mexican voodoo cult?

They tell people

that their souls are dead,

like they're proud.

People like that,

they are capable of anything.

Stay away from these boys, Valeria.

It is dangerous.

Excuse me, but

don't youhave incense?

S, senora.

I'll get it.

Henry, hold on.

Don't f*** with these guys.

- I'm tired of being jerked around.

- We should go to the police.

F*** the police!

They're f***ing useless!

Would you chill the f*** out?

This is not the way to handle it.

Maybe we should consult

with our allies, and the U.N.

You're only gonna

make it worse.

Worse than it already is?

You know what you are, Eddie?

Bottom line,

you're a chickenshit.

That's why you're

running off to Africa.

You wanna f*** with somebody, huh?

How about me, b*tch?

Me, FBI, CIA,

Army Rangers.

Get that nasty b*tch from

Abu Ghraib down here, huh?

Looks like he's dead, huh?

You'll see, bastard.

Please...

No! Please, please...

Please, please...

- Hey!

- Go f*** your mother, f*ggot.

Hey!

What's going on?

Where the f*** are they going?

Doctor said I'm lucky.

Another inch,

and I'd be adios, muchachos.

Try one between

your f***ing eyes.

So I tell him about Phil

and this Santillan dude.

The guy goes

white as a sheet,

says he doesn't know

what I'm talking about.

Then he gives me this

for my protection.

Well, that's all, folks.

I'm hasta la vista.

Jesus, Henry, come on.

You've just been shot.

Think for once.

I am.

But I'm thinking these guys

are gonna come back

and finish what they started.

And even the cops

are scared of them.

You saw.

Look, if we stay here,

we're sitting ducks.

What about Phil?

He's dead.

He's dead, man.

Do you have a friend

who disappear?

Dark hair, 20, 21?

He is alive.

My love.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the gringo.

You've seen him. Now go.

Who did this to you?

Listen to me very carefully.

If you touch another hair

on his head...

I will decorate my bedroom wall

with your skin.

- Understand?

- Yes.

I'm sorry, boss.

I'm sorry.

I do not believe in violence

that has no purpose.

I've tried to teach that

to Randall, but...

he's American,

so it's hard.

What's gonna happen to me?

None of your f***ing business.

It's okay.

In the past,

I've always used Mejicanos.

But the last one,

he was very brave,

very stubborn.

So when the time came,

he refused to cooperate,

so the magic was bad.

The gods were...

unmoved.

I decided...

next time,

instead of using a Mejicano,

I would use an American.

Someone young and... soft.

Someone...

who will give me

what I need.

What's that?

Screams.

Please, I just want

to go home!

No!

Before Santillan smuggles

his drugs to the north,

he makes his drugs

invisible to

the border police.

To do this, he make...

How do you say,

"un escudo mgico de sangre"?

A magical shield of blood?

Human blood.

What?

In return for the gods' protection,

he gives to them a sacrifice.

What the f***?

Are you saying Phil's

gonna get murdered?

Santillan arrived this afternoon.

He will perform his ritual tonight.

On the full moon.

So what do we do?

Go to the American FBI.

Tell your story.

Give to them my evidence

of Santillan and his operation.

If the Mexican police will

do nothing, maybe yours will.

You said they were

gonna kill him tonight.

That's not enough time.

I know where is your friend.

I go to the farm, do what I can.

We meet in your hotel

in a half hour.

I'll bring the evidence.

Maybe we should go with him.

You know I love Phil, right?

Yeah.

Okay, I bust his chops

sometimes, but...

I thought I was gonna

buy it, Eddie.

Now,

you wanna call me a chickenshit,

you go ahead.

I got it coming.

I'll say it myself, dude.

I'm f***ing scared.

I'm gonna drop Valeria off,

then come back.

All right.

Ed, listen, man.

What I said earlier...

You wanna dig ditches

in Africa for no money,

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