El Mariachi Page #2

You won't find work in this town,

but.... Okay.

You'll need a better sense of humor...

...if you plan to work for me.

This is a letter opener.

Yes?

Just a second.

Amigo...

...you haven't answered

the phone all day.

You were busy killing 1 0 of my men.

-Six.

-What?

l only killed six, a**hole!

You were always stupid in math.

That's why you never paid me.

You thought it was all for you.

l knew half was yours.

l got carried away. But you...

...you're modest.

You killed 1 0 of my men.

Six.

Don't worry. By tomorrow

l'll double the body count.

l'll admit l was greedy.

lt would have been cheaper for me

if l had paid you.

Now l'll have to find 1 0 more men.

-Six!

-Ten!

Listen. Give me my money,

and l won't kill anyone else.

l'll even spare you.

lt's too late for that.

We'll have to see this through.

Just like the Moco l used to know.

Still wearing white?

What do you see?

l see a white suit

soaked with blood.

Ready to play?

-We're waiting for you.

-Almost.

-Can l get you anything?

-No, thanks.

Hurry up.

This song is called ''Ganas de Vivir.''

A beer.

Are you sure

you want me to sleep here?

As long as you stay on your side.

Remember l have this...

...and him.

That first song you played.

lt's an original, right?

How did you know?

lt seemed like you wrote it

for someone.

l did.

Sweet dreams.

l need to go to the hotel

for my money.

l'll be right back.

Watch my things.

Hi. lt's Domino.

l know.

lt's jammed.

Son of a b*tch.

-Good afternoon. What can l get you?

-A beer.

ln a bottle, dumb-ass.

lsn't there a girl that works here?

Yes, she's the owner.

She'll be right back.

She's the owner?

Then she must be Moco's girl.

l don't know.

l see her hanging around a musician.

l just saw a guy

with a case like mine.

lt's him they want.

He didn't say anything?

No, he only drank.

l don't look anything like him.

Let's go. He can take all three.

lt's him.

l'm not sure.

-What's in the case?

-My guitar.

-Don't tell me you're a f***ing mariachi.

-l am.

Open it.

lf it's a guitar, you can go.

lf it's not, we're gonna

f*** you up real bad.

Go.

Don't carry your guitar around

until this passes.

lt's the other guy they want.

l better put it upstairs.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

lt is him!

lt's him.

We screwed up.

-We didn't know what to do.

-We thought you could defend yourself.

You thought l could defend myself.

Against three armed men...

...using this?

My case got switched

with some stupid mariachi's!

Where's the mariachi?

He's dead by now,

so go find my case!

Where were you

when he came to the bar?

l was on the phone...

...talking to a friend

who knows what's going on.

-Did you mention me?

-No.

He told me the man in black

is named Azul.

lf his name is Azul,

why doesn't he wear blue?

l don't know.

But he's killing the men

of a drug dealer...

...whose name is Mauricio,

but they call him Moco.

And Moco sent his men to find Azul.

So, what do they want with me?

Nobody has ever seen Azul.

Only Moco.

And Azul wears black

and carries a guitar case.

Sounds like you, doesn't it?

Then ask your friend to tell Moco...

...that there's two of us,

a killer...

...and a mariachi.

Not just anyone can talk to Moco.

lt's best to not go out.

Hide your jacket and the case

until this passes.

He got away,

but l got a good look at him.

He killed Pina and Taco.

He won't get away again,

l promise you.

Are you always closed on Mondays?

Or did you close

because l lost my guitar?

l'm closed Mondays.

Play me?

DOMlNO

-Hello?

-Come see me.

l can't.

Please?

l don't feel good.

Have you ridden the motorcycle?

l have to hang up.

Boyfriend?

-A gringo?

-Yeah.

There's one thing l don't understand.

lf you're so poor like you say...

...how did you get this place?

lt was a gift.

-From who?

-Mauricio.

From Moco,

the man who wants me killed?

He doesn't want to kill you.

His men confused you with Azul.

Same thing.

You know how it is.

When you want a girl...

...you give her flowers, candy...

...jewelry...

...until you win her over.

Right.

Mauricio gave me flowers...

...then jewelry.

He let me work in his bar...

...then he gave me the bar.

What was the last thing he gave you?

A motorcycle.

He wants me to

ride it out to his ranch...

...when l decide to give myself to him.

He thinks he can convince me.

Can he?

He could have...

...but not anymore.

Good morning. Take this.

l've saved this.

Take it. Buy a new guitar.

Take it.

l didn't say to buy the best one.

Something temporary,

so you can play again tonight.

Loco, look for him.

Black pants, white shirt.

-Where did he go, Loco?

-He got in my truck.

Bring him around.

That's not him.

Did you find my case?

We didn't find it.

We heard you were caught

and taken to Moco's ranch.

We came to see if it was true.

They got the mariachi.

-What can l get you?

-A beer.

Anything else?

My guitar case.

Where is he?

Where's my case?

-Upstairs.

-Go get it.

lf you want to see your mariachi,

come with me.

Why do you want to help me?

Because you know where

Moco's ranch is, and l don't.

Let's go.

Play along.

Domino! Let's go! Now!

-She's gone.

-Where is she?

-She went to find you.

-And the guitar case?

She gave him back the case.

They went to find you.

Open the door or she's dead!

l'm sorry...

...he used you to get to me.

Give me my money or l'll

soak your clothes with her blood!

Let her go.

l'll give you your money.

Make me a map to Moco's place.

What did you do with him?

Who?

The mariachi they confused with Azul.

That's why you hung up on me

last night.

Throwing a party without me?

With that musician's hands

all over you!

Give me my money or she's dead!

After all l've done for you...

...this is how you treat me?

l've never asked for anything until now.

Let him go!

l swear l'll kill her!

You won't kill her.

l will.

You feel sorry for her, don't you?

All l wanted was my share...

...but you have to kill everyone.

That's why you'll never be

as big as me.

You have too much heart.

So...

...you are the mariachi

who came to my town...

...killed my men...

...and took my girl!

You're very talented...

...playing your little guitar!

Not anymore!

Now, get off my property...

...and take your hand with you.

All I wanted was to be a mariachi...

...like my ancestors.

But the city I thought

would bring me luck...

...brought only a curse.

I lost my guitar...

...my hand...

...and her.

With this injury,

I may never play the guitar again.

Without her, I have no love.

But with the dog...

...and the weapons...

...I'm prepared...

...for the future.

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