Curandero Page #4

You can't talk to me that way,

motherf***er.

Shut up, little man.

Answer my question.

Tell me, where is Magdalena?

I can't.

They won't kill me.

Death would be merciful. They...

What did they do to Magdalena?

She's what Castaeda's

been looking for all this time.

He says she'll make him immortal.

I was supposed to keep her

under control...

until she was ready.

But she has changed a lot, Carlos.

I don't even know where she is.

I don't know where she went.

Good job, little man.

Very, very good.

You're going to take us to Castaeda.

Whatever you say.

There she is!

She followed you here!

Stop it!

Go!

Calm down, it's me!

I wasn't able to help her much.

The only way to free her

is to get rid of Castaeda.

I will, Father.

But how can I help you?

My fate...

is in destiny's hands.

Alex, tell me, where's Castaeda?

Tell me, if you want to save your soul.

Talk through Magdalena.

You'd better be telling

the truth, a**hole!

Tell me, Alex.

Promise me you'll save my soul.

There's one more thing

you need to do.

Where's Castaeda?

Bring him right now!

That won't be necessary, Mr. Blascoe.

I'm here.

I'm always here.

Everything's gone to hell, Castaeda.

This isn't what we agreed!

Where's my daughter?

Please, Blascoe.

You, more than anyone,

know the kind of sacrifice...

that's necessary to keep you alive.

Did you kill my daughter?

Come on, Blascoe.

She was only a little girl.

Sh*t!

No!

Please, no!

No! Please!

Shut him up!

Where do you think you're going?

Kill him!

Ah, her soul.

With it, I'll be immortal.

Not even you and your father together

could save her.

I have my own destiny.

What are you going to do now,

curanderito?

Sacrifice yourself...

for this?

It's the only way.

You deserve something worse

than death.

Drop the knife, Gutirrez!

Drop it, motherf***er!

Drop it or we'll shoot!

Castaeda is ours.

You're destined to lose, curandero.

F***ing curandero.

What are you doing here, curanderito?

Well...

as long as you're here, come in.

Nice of you to visit me.

It's the least I can do.

How's our dear policewoman?

She's dying.

It's the least she could do.

I have to purify her soul.

But that's impossible

as long as you're alive.

What can I tell you, curanderito?

Everything's under control...

and I'm backed by the men upstairs.

They wouldn't do anything

harmful to me...

or rather, to themselves.

So you cut yourself a pretty good deal.

Oh, curandero. You don't know half

of what goes on around you.

I have friends weak

in their hearts and minds...

who are very influential.

If you only knew how short

my visit here will be.

In fact...

I should even be protected

from visits like yours.

I don't know who you talked to

to get in here.

But don't worry,

when I tell them you were here...

Castaeda!

What makes you think

that I was ever here?

Hey, you! Shut the f*** up!

I told you to shut up, a**hole!

One last thing...

Castaeda was found dead in his cell.

No one knows how he died.

The cell was locked.

He killed himself?

No.

Impossible.

He was found crucified,

with his guts hanging out.

Feel better soon, Magdalena.

See you.

What's up with you two?

Nothing you need to worry about

ever again.

Why did you leave?

I had to find my father.

He saved you again.

No. It was you, Carlos.

Are you starting to believe in this?

When they see you wearing this,

they'll know you're protected.

"They"?

Yes, "they. "

They're everywhere, all the time.

Get some rest.

When will I see you again?

Call me when you get out.

I found a restaurant with great steaks.

Carlos!

It's good to have you back.

I'm home again, Oscar.

Safe and sound.

Isn't that what you always told me?

Listen to Oscar.

You should never leave

your hometown. I told you.

You shouldn't mess with death.

CASTAEDA DIES:

Where there's life,

there's hope, Carlos.

Want some gum, Don Carlos?

Listen carefully.

When that man comes

to pick up your mother tonight...

don't let him in the house, okay?

He carries a gun

and that's very dangerous.

Do you know how dangerous?

Bad enough to keep you

from becoming...

the soccer player

you've always wanted to be.

Now give me some gum.

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