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It happens, but no one knows

who or how or why.

No one knows.

Here's the thing...

I get shot...

My son, gets shot...

Three of my men get shot.

The son of a b*tch even shoots my whore.

I come back.

My men come back.

Even my f***ing whore comes back!

But with my son?

Death persists!

Life's little mystery.

Does anyone here know where I might

find the Sisters of San Diablo?

In the Mountain of Resurrection?

No?

Clear!

You sleep now.

Eat if you're hungry.

How much time I got?

Sleep? To eat?

Or to live?

Who is he?

The first I could find.

What happened?

They know who I am.

So now they will come.

You bring this boy because you

think I can not fight at your side?

I can fight.

You know I can fight!

Did one see your face?

It was a mistake.

You don't make mistakes.

Perhaps you want him to come.

Perhaps you want him

to know who hunts him.

You want him to come.

To finish it here,

where it all began.

You gotta shave?

- I got no beard.

- Me neither.

Wanna play a game?

- No, I don't.

- Wanna throw shots for money?

Yes, I do.

My turn.

Damn it!

One dollar,

and we never talk of this day again.

I never knew my mother.

But I can sense

that she was always there.

As for Sueno,

she was my everything.

My friend,

my lover,

the memory that I lived for.

So, where you want me?

Skinnin' shed.

You're gonna need this.

There's ah... there's really

nothin' coming that we won't see.

Well, you didn't see that.

Oh Jesus!

Okay... okay.

Alright.

You win.

Okay, so... back to the skinnin' shed. Two

guns, shoot 'em in the head. Anything else?

Okay.

Oh, you look good, Boss!

He was young.

What do you think of mine, Boss?

Oh, it's not pretty, but...

it stands up to the sun, huh?

They may laugh,

but you don't see me

hiding in a hood, huh?

Shriveling like beef jerky.

They need skinning again in a week.

But me?

I get a good month wear of this.

And I think a lizard skin

is a good look for me.

Suit yourself.

All the more flesh for us.

Boss?

If I do a good job,

can I have her lips?

Yes you can.

If you do a bad job,

and I'll sew her lips

on your face myself.

And that'll come with a beard.

Priest!

About time.

I've been dyin' for this.

Girl?

Take her.

Forgive me Father,

for I have skinned.

- Mosca!

- Yes, Boss, I come!

Sit still, huh?

You hiding something, you hide, huh?

I find it, I find it.

Now where is it?

Tell me that's it.

Let me see here.

Yes, Boss.

It's what we've been looking for.

It's the map to Skull Mountain.

It's ours now, yeah?

And so it came to pass...

in a time when Popes made pacts

with pagan lords,

the Sisters in San Diablo...

had forced upon them

a most cursed devotion.

One that no other sisterhood

could endure.

The passion of their prayer...

would become the power that keeps

the damned from walking the earth.

And so, into their hands passed the

ancient secrets of what divides the living

from the dead.

Where are they, Chickenbones?

Where do they hide?

Does the rest of him arrive monthly?

We had a little trouble.

I got shot.

I got shot bad, Boss.

He's back.

You know him?

You never forget the man who

kills you for the first time.

The first time is always special!

Skullbucket!

Take the rest of the men.

Find the gunman. Kill him.

And anyone that's with him.

You gotta sober up, 'mam.

Alright? It could be today.

What did he tell you, kid?

He told you nothing!

Look. There's five men.

He has killed them once.

Now he must kill them again.

I need dunking.

No.

He's got the one thing

that a gunman needs to be great.

A reason to live.

Now!

Come on! Come on!

You're okay, kid.

Aman...!

Aman...!

Kids.

You saved me.

I never want to see that thing again.

Who you lookin' for?

The one that didn't come.

- Where is he?

- I'll find him.

Guess we made it.

I'm gonna go.

Hey?

Yeah?

You killed me.

Why the f*** did you shoot me?

You would have bled to death.

A man might take

the news of his own death...

Badly.

I felt for the kid,

I really did.

But I couldn't just leave him to die.

Me, I had unfinished business

at my place of my own resurrection.

I figured,

if I ever made it back,

I would tell him about the time

when I died.

It was over.

My death meant nothing.

But to my mother,

it was everything.

Let him live!

He's my only son.

And I'll stay here as your servant.

Oh, my price is a

little higher than that!

He is one of mine now.

He has blood on his hands.

My deal is this:

When he is resurrected,

So too will all those

slain by his hand.

Now, you must pay!

And so I awoke beneath that mountain,

where my mother had

sacrificed her life for mine.

Whilst out there,

the damned were stirring.

Fine flesh.

Not as fair as I would wish,

but you'll fit him well.

What breed was your mother?

She was Scottish.

Those Celts have luster.

And your father, was he...

pale skinned?

"Pale"?

He was invisible.

Well, I'll soon have my boy again, once we

patch him up with that fine skin of yours.

At last!

The entrance!

Mosca, bring my boy.

Kiss Cut!

You my whore or what?

Boss!

You see this, Boss?

It is called the Amenta.

It means:
"The Land of the Dead."

You don't take that path, Boss.

But this one, Boss, is called

the Ura Buras at the pinnacle.

It means:
"Resurrection shall

be found at the mountaintop."

This is the path, Boss.

I'm certain.

Stay here.

Bring my boy.

Mosca? You know this

coat of mine you like so much?

You just earned it.

Thank you, Boss!

Thank you!

Me, I like the cuffs.

I blew you a kiss.

And you blew me away.

- I had no choice.

- So choose now.

Knives or guns?

Guns.

Guns it is.

I don't sleep.

If I did,

one thought would keep me from it.

Why did my son not return?

You brought death everyone of us.

So tell me!

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You any good with your left?

I thought you wanted me dead?

Well, dead ain't what it use to be.

All this over one

petty piece of p*ssy?

He took his own life!

My boy!

My son!

I'm a woman in need of rescue.

What kind of man are you?

I'm the heartless kind.

Hey, come on.

I don't know how to be dead!

No one taught you how to live!

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