Curandero Page #2

Sorry.

I was going to eat it.

I'll get you another one.

It's clean!

Don't be afraid to be afraid, Carlos.

I need you to help me fight this sh*t.

Okay, then let's fight it.

Where are we going?

A Mithraic initiation ring.

We're going to visit the dead.

Mithraism dates back

to the third century B.C.

The only follower

I know is Don Chi Chi.

He often hangs out here.

Let me do the talking.

Don Chi Chi, this is my curandero,

Carlos Gutirrez.

Your father was a great man,

and from what I can see...

you've got a ways to go

before you're like him.

What brings you here on such

a beautiful day, Magdalena Garca?

This.

My ring?

I lost it a couple of days ago.

Where'd you find it?

In a Nanga.

In the cell Castaeda escaped from.

Do you have any idea

why it was there?

Perhaps it was stolen

to put a curse on me.

I have a lot of enemies.

This one, for example.

This is the worst one of all.

Who? A dead man?

Of course!

They're the most harmful

and dangerous.

Really?

Did your father only teach you

to wipe your nose?

He taught me superstitions

were for ignorant people...

...and senile old men.

Which are you?

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

We won't do it again.

Forgive my curandero

for being so rude.

Just a minute.

You've got your father's spirit.

What do you want from me?

Not much. But this would be...

a huge waste of time if you didn't

tell us how to find Castaeda.

You little prick.

I'm going to give you an address.

Castaeda may be very powerful...

but he still needs the power of money

in this rotten, corrupt city.

Go to this address.

Don Chi Chi,

my respect and gratitude.

Be careful, son of Gutirrez.

If not, the world

you're looking for...

will consume you

as it did your father.

What did he mean about your father?

Forget it. He's an ignorant,

senile old man.

Call us when it's purified.

What?

Nobody'll go in until you purify it.

I'm going in alone?

Why do you think I brought you?

How about giving me a gun?

Where'd you find him,

doing magic tricks in the street?

Good luck.

Magdalena!

Magdalena, it's clean!

Magdalena!

It's clean! It's clean! Magdalena!

Magdalena!

Carlos! Carlos!

Oh, my God.

Search every corner of the house.

This isn't Palo Mayombe...

or satanism.

What's he trying to do?

I don't know.

But whatever it is...

he's challenging the spirits.

Thank you, officer.

Bring Mr. Gutirrez some clean clothes.

It's a long list.

Victims?

I don't know.

But if that's the case...

Don Chi Chi is in serious trouble.

Listen to me, you son of a b*tch!

I don't care if Castaeda

rips off your dick!

Write down where I can find him

right now! Understand?

Roberto, how about

we get you something...

for that sweet tooth?

That'll make you feel better.

Right?

So this is where you get the drugs?

Is this where you get the drugs?

Let me do the talking.

Mr. Blascoe?

I'm Detective Garca.

How are you?

It's a pleasure to meet you.

You're very beautiful.

I'm wondering why

you would waste such beauty...

on something as unglamorous

as law enforcement.

I wouldn't be happy

doing anything else.

We're here to investigate

the Castaeda case.

The so-called satanic drug leader?

I hope this time you manage

to put him in jail.

For our families' sake.

Hello, I'm Carlos Gutirrez.

Javier Gonzlez.

But everyone calls me Javiertico.

Is she your girlfriend?

No, I'm just her curandero.

What a waste.

What are you doing here, Javiertico?

I work for Mr. Blascoe.

I'm his...

Twin?

Mr. Blascoe has a bad heart...

so every year he hires

a private organ donor.

If his heart gives out...

the donor would have to

give him his heart.

Of course, the pay is generous...

and the chances for survival

are very good.

And you're this year's donor?

Two more months and I'm out.

Sounds like a good deal.

Well, sometimes...

I dream his heart has stopped...

and that I wake up with my chest

cut open and a thank-you note...

where my heart used to be.

Maybe you can help me

control my dreams.

Didn't you say you're a curandero?

Yes.

No! No!

No! Please! Please!

Drink it slowly, Javiertico.

But it's what he didn't say...

that makes me suspect

he's with Castaeda.

We'll get him sooner or later.

Son of a b*tch! Motherf***er!

That motherf***er got away!

Let's go!

I don't understand how it happened.

How did he escape?

What if he didn't escape?

What?

What if they took him?

I don't know.

This is all so strange.

Maybe we should...

What's that guy doing?

I'm sick of this f***ing city.

Everybody does whatever they want.

Sh*t! They f***ed up my windshield!

Motherfuckers!

Shoot anything that moves!

Attention all units!

Unit 25 needs backup!

I repeat:
Unit 25.

Between Santiago and Las Torres.

I repeat...

One, two, three!

You said you wanted to be a cop.

I've never fired one of these before.

Cover me. I'm going around the back.

Don't run, a**holes!

Carlos. Carlos. What's wrong?

Hold on. It's okay.

Carlos, can you do anything?

Castaeda's operations

are financed mainly...

with drug money.

And his religion protects

the drug dealers.

So his followers must be drugged

to believe in his powers.

Just like Roberto.

Don't you think?

Maybe, but I don't think so.

The thing is that Castaeda's people

are scared to death.

Fear makes people do strange things...

even kill.

I'm going home.

You need a real curandero.

I can't do any more here.

Okay. I'll arrange for your trip back.

So you're the new little curandero.

You know you're not

skilled enough for this.

You're no better than your father.

The sad thing is that you're no worse.

For all of his fame,

Gutirrez was completely useless...

incapable of doing anything

but hallucinating once in a while.

You didn't know my father,

so don't pretend that you did.

I knew your father very well.

He was a hack.

Mediocrity runs in your family.

Why don't you go back

to your little town and stay there?

You'll live longer if you do.

I'm going to get

the chief's approval and...

book your ticket, okay?

So, curandero, what do you say?

Should I give you another chance...

or should I kill you once and for all?

After all, a life of mediocrity

isn't very gratifying...

is it?

If you kill me now, you're a dead man.

There are more than 50

armed police officers here.

You don't say, curanderito.

And what makes you think...

I was...

ever here?

It leaves at 6:
00?

Just a minute.

I'm booking your ticket right now.

Cancel it. I'm staying.

- What?

- I said I'm staying.

Excuse me, sir.

There's a message for you.

MEET ME AT...

A shot of tequila.

Are you looking for me?

Alex, what are you doing

in Mexico City?

You know, the usual.

The same as you, bro.

I got your note and came.

Now tell me what's happening.

I wanted to apologize

because the other day...

I was a total a**hole.

I didn't mean to offend you, you know.

Yeah, I know.

You're the best, and you just want

the whole world to know it.

And you know why I'm the best?

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