Desperado

What do you want?

Beer.

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.

Actually...

Need anything there?

I'm just glad to be alive right now.

I was up a few towns away. You know Saragosa?

I was at a bar there.|Not unlike this one, they serve beer.

Not as good as this, but close.

And I saw something you wouldn't believe.

I'm sitting there by myself.

Now, this bar...

...was full of lowlifes.

I mean, not like this place here.

No, I mean bad.

Like they were up to no good.

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.

So...

...I'm sitting...

...and in walks...

...the biggest Mexican I have ever seen...

...like he owns the place.

Nobody knew what to make|of him or think of him.

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...

...orders a soda, sits back, says nothing.

He ordered a soda pop?

I wasn't interested in his drink.

I was interested in what he carried.

Some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy.

And he sat that thing beside|him as if it were his girl.

Then, all of a sudden, the bastard spoke.

You know he was talking business|because he upset the bartender.

Especially when he mentioned...

He said something like:

"B*tch" or...

..."Bucho."

That's what it was.

Bucho!

He pissed off the bartender plenty.

Some of those unsavory characters...

...not like these boys,|but real scum, they got pissed too.

Started pulling guns and knives.|Starting some sh*t.

Now, the stranger...

...he bolts off of the barstool.

He dives into the middle|of the room with his case.

Dives right in.

I don't know what he does there,|but in two shakes the suitcase is open...

...and he's pulled out the biggest|hand cannon I've ever f***ing seen.

That was just the beginning.

You just stood there?|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.

It was amazing.

Cutthroat scumbags were coming|forward and dying much-deserved deaths.

Don't get me wrong,|this was no class-act group like you got here.

Not at all.

No, these guys were world-class turds.

I'm sorry, but they got what they deserved.

It was Judgment Night in that place.

He grabs one of these guys...

...the only guy still breathing.

He starts getting information out of him.

And I knew by the whispering...

...this guy was giving up the goods.

Spilling his guts. Confessing the world.

He told that stranger everything.

Everything?

Can I get a cleaner mug? This one's dirty.

F*** you.

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?

His face?

No.

His eyes.

And he didn't do anything to you?

Not really. He turned to the guy on the floor.

Stranger shot him...

...walked over to the bartender, paid and left.

The bartender lived?

The bartender never gets killed.

But...

...as he neared the door...

No, man, the bartender|got it worse than anybody.

Here.

It's on the house...

...if you remember his face.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I'm clearing out of here.

Because I think...

...he's headed this way.

Thank you, boys!

Y'all take care!

Get back.

Stay back.

Who is it?

It's your only friend.

Don't you think you're being a little too cautious?

One day you'll lay too hard|on that and blow your brains out.

What do you want?

He's there.

I mentioned his name and they freaked.

Bucho's there?

One second they weren't|listening to a word I said...

...but when I mentioned him...

...they listened.

And suddenly they got very|interested in who you were.

So I laid the story down nice and thick.

How thick?

Pretty thick.

You were the biggest Mexican I'd ever seen.

Wonderful.

I exaggerated, but they bought it.

They're shitting bricks right now, I promise.

Where do I go?

Tarasco Bar's a good start.

Don't turn it into a bloodbath like last time.

That wasn't my fault.

Of course not.

They started it.

Whatever. Just remember...

...Bucho has plenty of thugs,|but without them, he's dead.

Save your bullets.

Suddenly...

...you're my big brother.

I do feel some responsibility for you.

- Can I ask you something?|- What?

What happens when he's dead?

When Bucho's dead...

...it's over.

He's the last one.

End of payback. Eye for an eye.

You finally going to be satisfied?

I think so.

I hope so.

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.

Let me know if you hear anything.

I want a close lookout on all operations.

That means double and triple checking,|even our regular customers.

I'll handle it.

Where's my car? Is it finished?|How long must I wait?

I sent it back.

Again? I could have built the thing myself by now.

- And what's this?|- It's my sister's nephew.

He needs work,|so he wanted to show you his fighting abilities.

You call this an audition, fighting against Pipon?

If he can't beat Cristos, I'm not interested.|Get in there.

Get out!

He doesn't look special so far.

Kick his ass!

That's more like it.

He'll never dance again.

- So much for Cristos.|- Told you.

Listen. This is what I want you to do.

Take extra men and place them|around the Tarasco and La Azteca.

These Colombians wonder|if I can handle the extra volume.

They're watching us enough as it is.

- Hey.|- What?

And him?

Cast that leg up. And welcome to the family.

I have a house payment.

Excuse me.

But...

...I used to work in a bar...

...so I know what it's like to wait on people.

And I want to tell you 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.

He never came back|to see if we wanted anything else.

He never brought us our check.

We wanted our check so we could|get the hell out of here.

Here.

This should be sufficient.

And don't be expecting a tip.

If you don't treat me good, I won't 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 they know not to come in?

These are for you.

Just a minute.

I wanted to see the guitar.

Do you play?

Yes, do you?

A little bit.

Play something.

Not right now.

This is my father's, but he doesn't play anymore.

No?

There's not much work for a mariachi.|Now he just watches TV.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was never that good anyway.

Not as good as I'll be. Listen.

Loosen your fingers a bit.

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