Desperado Page #2

Like this.

You know what I mean?

Loosen them up.

How do you do that?

All right.

Give me this.

Forget this hand, okay? You want to get faster.

Here's the secret.

Got it?

Good.

Practice this...

...every day.

All day.

Next time...

...I'll show you how to play a tune...

...using what you've learned.

Practice.

This reminds me of a joke.

This guy comes into a bar...

...walks to the bartender and says...

..."Bartender, I got a bet for you.

I'll bet you $300 that I can piss...

...into that glass over there...

...and not spill a drop."

The bartender looks at the glass.|It's 10 feet away.

He says...

..."You're telling me you'll bet me $300...

...that you can piss, standing here...

...into that glass, and not spill a single drop?"

Customer looks up and says:

"That's right."

Bartender says, "You've got a bet."

The guy goes, "Okay, here we go."

Pulls out his thing.

He's thinking about the glass.

He's thinking about the glass.|Thinking about his dick.

Dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass, dick, glass.

Then he lets it rip.

He pisses all over the place.

He pisses on the bar.

He pisses on the stools, on the floor, the phone.

On the bartender!

He's pissing everywhere except the f***ing glass!

Bartender's laughing. He's $300 richer. He's like...

Piss dripping off his face.

He says, "You f***ing idiot, man!

You got it in everything except the glass!

You owe me $300, puta."

Guy goes, "Excuse me just one little second."

Goes in the back of the bar.

There's a couple of guys playing pool.

He walks over to them.

Comes back to the bar.

Goes, "Here you go. $300."

The bartender's like...

"Why are you so happy? You just lost $300, idiot!"

The guy says, "See those guys there?

I just bet them $500 apiece...

...that I could piss on your bar...

...your floor, your phone, and piss on you...

...and not only would you not be mad about it...

...you'd be happy."

That's funny sh*t, huh?

"You'd be happy about it!"

Guess what?

He didn't check out.

You...

...you checked out just fine.

Well, I knew I would because...

...me and Bucco...

- ...we go way back.|- Bucho.

Him too.

And this guy...

- I just met him today.|- Go on in.

Good work, by the way.

- Good work.|- Go in.

It's nice to see you cross|the I's and dot the T's here.

It's cool, ese, cool.

Lead the way.

In there?

F***ing disgusting.

What do you want?

I'm just looking for work.

There's no work here.

I see.

Is there something to drink?

Is there something in the case?

Yeah.

What?

My guitar.

Sure you don't want to hear me play|before you say there's no work?

We just want to see what's in the case.

If it's like you say...

...drink all you want.

But I told you already.

I'm a musician. This is my guitar.

Don't touch it!

Get him away!

Hurry.

How you doing?

What is it?

It's a guitar.

It's a guitar.

We heard about a case full of guns.

I know.

Just had to make sure.

I understand.

It's him!

Well, yes.

It's me.

I'm not against you, so keep it down.

Keep it down.

I'm just looking for a man who calls -

Not yet.

What the f***'s going on?!

Is that going on now?

Watch him!

What the f***'s going on?

Friends of yours?

I swear I have no f***ing|idea what the hell's going on!

Sh*t!

You missed me!

Get up.

Come here.

I'm looking for a man who calls himself "Bucho."

That's all.

But you had to do it the hard way.

Listen to me.

I don't want to kill you.

I just want you to take me to him. Understand?

Tried to shoot me in the back, huh?!

F***er!

If you want to go...

...go.

If you're going to stay...

...relax.

F*** you!

The money's still in back.

So's the pickup.

Pick-up Guy's lying on the floor|with 3 bullets in his head.

- Tavo must have shot him.|- Where's Tavo?

Tavo's outside.

Where?

Tell him to get his ass over here!

- I want to know what happened!|- He's dead.

I'll tell you, boss...

...whoever it was didn't come for the money.

They came for me.

You've heard stories of the man with|a guitar case full of weapons.

Those are stories. That's all they are, stories.

I cannot believe it.

Can't you see we are f***ing closed?!

We need to find him.

You said the Colombians are watching.

So we move quickly.

He's probably left town.

He knows I'm here now.

He's not going anywhere.

Where am I?

Bookstore.

Bookstore-cafe.

What the hell did you give me?

Painkillers.

I'm operating.

Where is everybody?

I closed early so no one would come around.

No one would come around anyway.

Why?

Nobody reads.

Is it yours? All those...

...books?

It's mine.

My parents passed away.

They left me the building and some money.

I have an apartment upstairs.

Why a bookstore?

This town never had a bookstore.

So I get this bright idea.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Why a bookstore, huh?

All right. Isn't there a hospital?

Trust me. You don't want to go to a hospital here.

You'll never find work in this town.

What?

The guitar.

Nobody hires musicians around here.

I know.

I use it to pick up girls.

Oh, come on!

- You see this?|- I see it.

That one had your name on it.

You don't even know my name.

That's right.

I don't know your name.

You smoke?

Nope.

Thanks.

It's the least I can do for you, after saving my life.

Have a couple more.

- What is it?|- Painkillers.

Hot water.

Sh*t!

What're you doing?!

- Sorry.|- You're crazy.

Relax. Here, this is the cold water.

Better?

Let's stitch you up.

Get out of here!

I know you.

Really?

You're that guy you always hear stories about.

You kill drug dealers.

Do you know Bucho?

I hope you don't think you can take Bucho alone.

You know him?

Yeah.

I have a few friends I can call.

They owe me a favor.

Don't complain.

That would be straight|if you hadn't been moving so much.

That one's worse.

Who did that one?

I did, a long time ago.

I don't want to know what that is.

Saved my life more than once.

You can have it.

No, thanks.

No, I'm okay.

Will you help me?

I don't think I can help you.

I must leave my things here for a few minutes.

Okay.

I can trust you, right?

Yeah.

Really?

All right.

Where're you going?

I have to go to church.

What for?

Confess my sins.

I'm a sinner.

I know.

Did I thank you?

No, you didn't.

I will.

What do you think?

Bulletproof windows...

...sidings...

...the hood.

Just what you asked for.

Listen...

...there are no more pickups today,|except one in Hidalgo.

Stay away from there.

The rest of the town is game.|Take this car and find him!

I'll take my truck.

Take the car. That's why I got it.

If you see a stranger...

...kill him. I can't take any more chances.

The sunroof's bulletproof.

Works as a shield when shooting out the top.

Look at this guy.

It works. Now go and get him.

I want you to take her.|You'll need all the help you can get.

You too.

Bless me, Father,|for I have just killed quite a few men.

No sh*t.

From what I hear,|you cleaned out the entire Tarasco Bar.

Nice job.|Every hit man in Coahuila's looking for you.

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