Desperado Page #4

It's okay.

No, I can't play anymore.

Why?

Well, look at my hand. It's...

I can't.

We can improvise.

Improvise?

Do you play?

A little.

All right.

That's not even a note.

Let me show you.

Put these fingers over here.

Like this?

Good. That's nice.

Let me see.

All right.

Memo...

...he's in the bookstore.

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

Check it out anyway.|If he's in there, and she's hiding him...

...kill them both.

Make it look like an accident.

It's a bookstore.

Burn it down.

Move!

Come on!

Hurry!

Take this!

Do what?

Come on!

What!

I must get my purse!

F*** it!

Wait!

Wait!

Here.

You look great.

Thank you.

Where're we going?

Downstairs, out the front.

Take this.

Jesus Christ!

What are you doing?!

Get out of here!

Let's go!

Go! Go! Go!

You okay?

I'm sorry, Carolina.

I'm sorry.

That's him.

What?

That's Bucho?

I can shoot him from here.

Motherf***er.

What?

What are you doing?

Shoot him.

Shoot him!

My whole life was in there.

Can't you see?

Can't you see? He's going to kill me.

Come on!

Damn!

What's wrong? You had the perfect chance!

What's the matter? Why didn't you shoot him?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Wait a minute!

It's one thing...

...if you can't find someone|running around the city...

...hiding anyplace he chooses.

I can understand that.

Now what I can't understand is...

...how can you let him get away|when you knew where he was?

You drive around town...

...you see someone you don't know, shoot them.

How hard is that?

Look over there.

I don't know him.

Never seen him before.

A gun!

It must be him.

Now, how hard is that?

It's that easy.

Look!

Who are those guys?

I've never seen them.

Now, how hard is that?

Bang!

Can you handle that?|Or I got to do everything myself?

I'll handle it.

Bet your ass you will.

Take my car! That's what I bought it for!

Stay here.

I need someone competent guarding this place!

Hurry up!

I wasn't always like this.

I can see that.

I was a musician.

Were you any good?

I was okay.

They shot my hand.

You know...

...it's easier to pull the trigger than play guitar.

Easier to destroy than to create.

They killed the woman I loved.

They ruined my life.

Bucho's men were responsible for it.

Why didn't you kill Bucho?

All right...

...here's the plan:

You can still get away|without me having to kill him.

You have money.

There is no money.

What?

It's gone.

I had it hidden in the books.

It burned.

Oh, sh*t.

I have nothing. Nothing.

Oh, great.

Sh*t!

What about calling your friends?

Campa.

Quino.

They'd destroy the city.

Bucho would still get away. Forget it.

It may not matter to you...

...but he'll follow me everywhere|I go until I'm dead.

It does matter to me.

Campa?

Is Quino there?

How fast can the two of you get to Santa Cecilia?

I'll be looking for you.

Thanks.

Campa...

...bring your guitars.

Give me the strength...

...to be what I was.

And forgive me for what I am.

Back together again, eh?

Let's play.

Cover yourself!

F***!

I'm not sure this is the place.

This is the place.

I'm going with you.

Manito.

What are you doing here?

I thought I was looking for the devil himself.

And all this time it was my own brother.

I didn't know it was you.

I only found out this morning.

I ought to kill you right now.

You disgraced me.

We always knew you were up to no good.

Never thought you'd go this far.

So my little brother comes here...

...to teach me a lesson.

Show me what's right from wrong.

You are a guitar player.

What are you doing killing my men,|ruining my business?!

They killed the woman I loved.

You killed them! What do you want?

I don't set out to kill innocent people.

You just buy innocent people.

You don't kill them...

...until you have no use for them.

Isn't she the woman you love now?

When we take away something...

...we replace it.

She's a real piece of work.

Trust me. I know.

Sorry about the bookstore.

I always said it would go up in smoke.

Had I known it was my brother you were f***ing,|I'd have acted differently.

Cesar...

...I've learned to read the eyes of men.

What do you read in mine?

Defeat, brother.

Defeat?

Look at you.

You came here to kill me.

Papa wouldn't be proud of you anymore.

You were his little guitarrista.

His little mariachi.

And now...

...just a piece of sh*t like me!

You want to kill me?

Let me tell you something.

You have already killed me!

Put your hands up, manito.

Let's go.

Put them up!

I'm sorry.

But I can't have you acting|heroic when I punish Carolina...

...for betraying me.

But let me do this and we'll be even.

Clean slate.

You killed my men. Okay.

What's done is done.

I'm finished anyway.

But now...

...I kill Carolina.

And you get to watch.

Goodbye, Carolina.

Everyone I've killed...

...was someone's father...

...someone's son...

...someone's brother.

Practice.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Carolina?

Did I thank you?

No.

I will.

So...

I want you to thank me right now.

Thank you.

Just in case.

It's a long ride to the next town.

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