Desperado Page #3

Things got out of hand.

I said no more bloodbaths.

I told you. Bucho's the last one.

Then I'm finished.

No, I'm finished.|They killed the woman you loved.

Then they shot through your hand.

Two points. Wake up!

There is no payback for that.

Walk away.

Trust me...

...this is one you won't want|to see through to the end.

What do you mean?

I've done some checking,|and Bucho is not someone to mess with.

Trust me.

I cannot leave without Bucho.

You don't expect to live much longer? Fine. I do.

If you need any more help...

...don't call me.

Call Campa and Quino. They're crazy.

I should be able to count on you!

Those days are gone.

Just wait! Come on!

Good luck. Don't get shot.

Did you want confession?

Maybe later, Father. Because where I am going...

...I'd just have to come right back.

Look...

...I didn't call about it before because...

...I could handle it.

Yes, he's got no place to go.

I got my men on him right now.

You brought someone in?!

How long has he been here?

Who is he?

What are you talking about? We can handle it.

Someone like that will just tear the place up...

...will make a lot of noise.

What does your guy look like?

I've got to know,|or the wrong people might get killed.

Next time I'll call sooner,|but I knew I could handle this -

Sh*t!

What's the number to the phone in my car?

Fuckheads, what's the number to my car phone?!

Number!

It's in your car, boss.

What's the f***ing number|to the phone in my car?

F***.

- What are you doing? Get away.|- You can't go away like this.

I need you.

I dreamt about her again.

So what!

Listen to me!

You are right.

You are right.

Maybe I should quit.

Now you're talking some sense,|because let me tell you...

...you keep this up and it'll be over real quick.

Get in!

Watch it!

Where is he? We got to kill him.

It's me again.

The man you sent in -|What does he look like?

Just so that I know.|So my people don't get confused.

Dark hair, dark skin. I figured that.

Can I have a few more details?

Tattoo on his chest.

Tattoo of a woman on his chest.

What else?

Any weapons?

Throwing knives.

And...?

And pay-phone money so he can call|you with progress reports.

Yes, okay.

That should do it, thanks.

We'll stay out of his way.

Yeah, thank you.

F***!

This is what I was talking about.|Our own people are watching us.

He's been here since this morning,|checking on us.

Bastards!

Go find him!

Go and find who?

There's no one else!

He is claimed as a Colombian.|They won't admit they're after you.

There's someone else out there.|And I want to find him now!

Who else is there?

The guitar player?

The guy is a myth.

- A myth.|- You are not a believer.

That will be your downfall.

I'm going with you. I can't leave this up to you.

Now my ass is on the line.

Manito!

Why aren't you practicing?

I told you, man. Every day, all day.

I can't play this guitar.

Come on.

Where are you going?

I'm going to get my guitar.

I'll wait here.

It's right over there.

What's over there?

My guitar.|I want to show you I've been practicing.

Stupid kid.

Stay there. No one else is supposed to be here.

See? Here it comes.

See? Now this one I can play.

Don't even think about it.

Give me the guitar.

The guitar!

Go away.

Sh*t.

This your father's guitar?

Is this why he doesn't work now?

They switch guitars every few days.

What do you get?

My father doesn't have to work. He watches TV.

He says they hide it all over.

Ladies with baby carriages, the church...

...bookstores. Ask Carolina.

She'll tell you.

She does the same thing.

What? Jesus.

- What did you tell him?!|- Who?

- You work for him, right?|- I work for nobody.

I want to know what you said!

- Nothing.|- Nothing?!

What are you talking about?!

You said I was at church!

- I haven't said anything to anybody!|- Look at me now!

You're protecting him!

- I'm not!|- You are!

If I was, I would've told him you were here!

You don't want him dead!

I want no one dead! Killing him is not the answer.

See?!

You know what I see?

I see you are no better than he is.

The same sh*t!

Anybody can be bought.

Not anybody.

You're so good, huh?

You see this bookstore? It's mine.

Somebody comes and drops something off.

- A couple of days later...|- How much?

...somebody else comes to pick it up.

I rent space!

- That's all I do.|- How much?!

The back room.

How much does he pay you?

$50,000 a year.

$50,000.

Cash.

Look at you. You're a mess again. Come here.

On the counter.

I didn't open this place just to see it fail.

It wasn't making any money.|I would've had to close.

One day, Bucho walks in with|a suitcase full of money...

...and says to me, "Carolina, take this...

...and go about your business...

...and I will give you $50,000 a year."

They've done it with a lot of people here.

They use our business as fronts.

I used some of the money|to keep this place open.

And I stashed the rest, thinking...

...if some day...

...things got really bad here...

...I'd have the money to leave.

But I can't leave.

Because once you're in, you can't get out.

The closest thing I had to a brother...

...was just killed.

I cannot stop what it is I have to do.

I cannot.

Damn it!

Do you need some help?

No. I was trying to move my...

...my cash register.

I needed a new one anyway.

So...

...what brings you here?

I don't come around much anymore, do I?

No.

How've you been?

Been okay.

Business?

Business is good.

About as good as it can be.

I told you...

...bookstores...

Not in this town.

And you?

I'm looking for someone that's|threatening our business.

You may have heard about the bar today.

Oh, yeah. There was a shooting.

Have you seen anyone around that may look -

Suspicious?

No.

F***.

The guy I'm looking for is obviously dangerous...

...so I'm not asking you to confront him...

...but...

...if you see him...

...will you call me?

Sure.

I mean...

...we can't have any more shootings.

But I haven't seen him.

You...

...wouldn't lie to me...

...would you?

No.

That's some mess you've got.

Yeah.

I better clean it up.

Thank you for the coffee. Call me.

Yes...

...if I see him...

...I'll be sure to call you.

Call me.

Was that him?

You're not doing anything|to him here or we'll both be killed.

And I don't want to die over this.

Stay away from the window.

This one's not so bad.

Actually, it's almost straight.

Why didn't you tell him...

...I was here?

I don't know.

I know you think he's a terrible person.

Honey, he is.

He is.

Not really.

He's got a good side to him.

And that's the only thing that can save him.

What is this?

That was for you.

It was for me?

It's not for me anymore?

Okay, you can have it.

I didn't get you a case,|since you already have one.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

And I was thinking maybe...

...you can clear out the guns|and put this in instead.

Maybe.

Play something.

No.

Come on, let me help you.

- I'm sorry.|- Be careful.

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