El Mariachi

Good morning, Azul.

Know who this is?

Moco.

What the hell do you want

after all these years?

I'm a few towns away...

...with a whole new gang.

l heard you were nearby...

...so l decided to give you a call, amigo.

That's very sweet of you...

...a**hole.

Suppose you get me out of here

and give me my share of the money.

Seeing how l got you

where you are today.

Do you really want to get out?

I hear you're running

quite a business...

...from your cell...

...with only a phone

and a few loyal men.

That's not a bad idea.

Someday I'll try it.

ln here l'll earn peanuts...

...compared to what you owe me

when l get out.

So, yes, help me...

...amigo.

Soon, Azul, soon.

I'm sending some friends to get you...

...in a few days.

That's more like it.

Just like the Moco l used to know.

Hang in there.

I won't forget you've been

a big part of our triumph.

What's going on, Moco?

Getting me out today?

There are three armed men!

Did you send them?

l'm still here, Moco,

and so are your little friends.

But not for long.

They have something

they want to scream to you.

Listen close.

You'll repeat it to me

when l visit you.

That morning was just like any other.

No love.

No luck.

No ride.

Nothing changes.

I came across a turtle...

...walking on the highway.

We were both taking our time

getting to where we were going.

What I didn't know...

...was that my time...

...was running out.

lCE COLD COCONUT JUlCE

l'll have a coconut.

WELCO ME TO ACUNA-CO AHUILA

LAND OF FRIENDSHIP

Free coconuts.

I was beginning to like this city.

I've always wanted to be a mariachi...

...like my father, my grandfather...

...and my great-grandfather.

I'm not as good as them yet...

...but I'm improving.

My plan was to follow their footsteps

to the end...

...and die with my guitar in my hand.

I played from town to town...

...gaining different experiences.

This city was my next stop.

The free coconut at the edge of town...

...made me feel like this city

would bring good luck.

But I was completely wrong.

-What do you want?

-A soda pop.

Music?

-Why?

-l'm a mariachi, and a good one.

l play ballads, love songs...

...old songs, new songs

and a few originals.

What do l care?

l could add more style,

more class to the place.

l work for almost nothing.

l live mostly from tips.

But l need steady work...

...and l guarantee more customers.

Why would l want one mariachi...

...when l already have a full band?

You see?

l only pay one guy and l have

a whole group of mariachis.

Understand?

Thanks.

lf you want to earn a real living,

get a real instrument...

...a**hole.

l gotta go.

-Come on.

-l'll be right back.

What the hell is this?

Mariachi Day?

There's no work for you either!

Bartender, a beer.

ln a bottle, stupid.

l'm looking for an old friend.

His name is Moco.

-Where is he?

-Sometimes he's here.

He owns the place.

-So you know him?

-There you go.

Of course. We work for him.

That's too bad.

Hold that.

What the hell is going on there?

-Answer me!

-Moco!

Give me the telephone.

Take it.

Dead?

All of them? How long ago?

What does he look like?

Carrying a guitar case?

Dressed in black.

Don't worry, Moco.

We'll find him, kill him...

...and feed him to the dogs.

lf you see someone dressed in black,

with a guitar case...

...call this number.

His name is Azul.

And if l don't call you...

...you'll kill me, right?

No, l won't.

But he will.

I started to sense I wouldn't have

much luck here.

What happened to the days

when the guitarists were gods...

...like my ancestors?

Technology...

...has crushed us...

...robbed us of our culture...

...turned us into machines.

Now, there's the most

beautiful creature of the day...

...besides the turtle, of course.

What can l get you?

What can l get you?

-A soda.

-Soda?

-Are you a kid, or what?

-No, l'm a singer. l can't drink or smoke.

My voice is my life.

Cheers.

l work for almost nothing.

l live mostly off tips...

...but l need steady work.

-Where?

-Here in your bar!

l don't have money for a mariachi.

l guess l woke up with bad luck.

What?

Thanks.

l need a cheap room for the week.

l'm looking for work.

Can l pay you later?

Yeah, yeah.

Later.

Excuse me, sir,

could you leave a deposit?

You don't trust me?

l'm sorry.

How much can you give me?

l only have a few pesos.

That's fine. Enjoy your stay.

Not there! Room 1 0! 1 0!

There he goes, you idiots!

He's wearing black. Find him.

Over here, morons!

What happened, mariachi?

Too much soda pop?

l just killed four men.

ls it true?

Wait! What's your name?

Domino.

Wait. Domino, it was in self-defense.

l'm not from here.

l don't know anyone.

No friends.

No enemies.

-They were thieves, then?

-l don't think so.

There were four men.

l'm staying at a cheap hotel.

Nothing of value. No money.

They were only interested in killing me.

Then why come here?

So they can kill me too?

l need a place to stay

until this passes.

They've confused me

with someone else.

l'm just a mariachi.

There's a room upstairs.

My room.

Don't touch anything.

l'll be up later, and we'll call a friend.

Thank you. l'll never forget this.

This way.

And be careful with my pit bull.

-Good morning, Domino.

-What's up?

Give me the phone.

l have to call Moco.

Domino, has anyone strange

come around here?

-Strange people always come here.

-Dressed in black...

-...carrying a guitar?

-No.

He killed 1 0 of our men...

...all in one day.

-Aren't you going to call your boss?

-Give me a drink first.

Moco, he got away.

He shot me.

He killed several men.

One mean son of a b*tch.

l didn't get a good look at him.

lf he changes his clothes,

l won't recognize him.

Don't worry.

He always dresses in black

and carries a guitar case.

lt's his style.

But it's not a guitar.

lt's a case full of weapons.

What?

lt's not a guitar.

The case is full of weapons.

He uses them on his victims.

See you later.

Thanks for the drink.

l'll be right back.

l told you not to touch anything.

l was trying to relax.

l can get out.

lt's okay. Finish up.

Want some shampoo?

Yes, please.

Who are you?

A musician.

What do you have here?

Guns? Knives?

My guitar!

We'll see.

You're very modest, mariachi.

You said you killed four men...

...when you really killed 1 0.

Don't you even want to look?

Play it!

Play something sweet!

Play!

Sing!

I've been caught with my pants down

And there may be a castration

There were several a**holes

Who tried to rip me to pieces

And now I'm with this princess

Who's armed with a knife

Big northern eyes

And a ferocious body

This is the best l've ever played.

You inspired me.

Okay.

You're a mariachi, and a good one.

Hire me.

l couldn't pay you.

l have no money.

This fancy dive,

and you don't have money?

lt's true.

Pay me room and board.

Will l have to keep the knife

between your legs to inspire you?

lf l stay here? No.

Just until l find permanent work.

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