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you've never done that before?

It is not commonly, acceptable

behavior... in our culture.

I thought it was stoning,

you know, stoning for f***ing.

Isn't that what you guys do?

We're civilized people.

We don't stone people anymore.

Oh... "civilized", I see.

I assume you are

Mr. Cantons' Lieutenant?

I do work for Don Salazar.

Yes, if I am correctly informed,

Mr. Salazar has fallen ill.

Yes... he has.

We're simple farmers,

Mr. Juarez.

We have a... product

that has a market demaind...

the product

happens to be heroin.

So, that makes us all

common criminals...

in the eyes of the

American goverment, doesn't it?

Does that scare you?

Their goal is

to crush Islam, Mr. Juarez.

Their goal is

to make our people slaves.

For their imperialist interests,

so frankly, sir,

we to say to them,

as we said to the Russians.

F*** them!

Okay.

So... just some odd question...

what if Pelon,

sorry, Mr. Canton...

what if some terrible faith would

to befall him, in the next few days?

How would that effect the deal?

I don't anticipate that.

So, we wait...

and see what happens.

In the meantime... enjoy.

They get one whiff of p*ssy

and they crack.

It's like they're starving.

How's our special project

coming along?

Pablo didn't check in.

- Did you try his cell?

- I've been calling all day.

No anwser.

Maybe it's just rumor.

But someone said

you was trying to kill me..

Some big elaborate plan.

Is that true?

I can't hear you.

So, maybe it's just

a rumor then.

- You dirty bastard!

- Just stop it, man.

F***ing

I want a little respect.

This is my town.

Let's go home.

I'm gonna be late for church.

I think he would understand.

I mean, does he really

care about, like details?

God is not going to bless

a drug deal... Rene.

Whether you understand this or not,

You can not buy... God's favor.

You can not buy mine.

I wouldn't be so sure

about that, father.

God's work is...

is many things.

But he's not free.

It is the wish of Salazar,

that I give you this...

spiritual guidance, so...

I am here

out of respect for him.

Christ.

Forgive me father,

for I have sinned.

I gave you 80 pesos.

No, you didn't give me anything.

How stupid do you think I am?

That bullshit worked last week.

Not today.

That's all the money I have.

I'm not interested.

Give me that.

- Damn b*tch...

- Hey, look!

A god-damn piece-a-ass

finely gets you smoked.

You know,

you almost got youself hurt...

Oh, yeah, that was close,

Let's go get a drink.

I'm surprised

you didn't take that Irak deal.

A lotta guys making

a furtune overthere.

Ah... to much competion.

Of every nickel and dime

including their mother overthere,

trying to make a name

for themselves.

Killing farmers, putting AK-47's

on their labs, Jesus Christ!

And f***ing

getting paid to do it too!

They ain't got dick

for night-life overthere.

I think I just my sit ass

in Mexico City,

get a new job here and then.

Woman are easy.

Actually,

they're quite desperate.

Desperate works for me.

- When did you get in?

- 3 days ago.

I was surprised

to get the call.

To tell you the truth,

I didn't think I hear from you

after that Bogota situation.

Oh, well, past is the past.

Oh, yeah...

One moment.

You and Iraq would have

never mixed...

you're completly right

by staying here.

- You couldn't have done it.

- Ah'ah, no.

What'd you find out?

Strange world down here.

- It ain't gonna be easy.

- Remember this, it never is.

We'll go there tomorrow.

You just be ready.

Hey... uh, Schields,

give me... uh...

What happened to the money

I send you?

Come on, man.

Thank you.

Someone went into the Manhattan.

He tore up Hector and his boys.

Who was he?

Some Americano.

Probably a bounty hunter.

It's a contract.

- Who's paying him?

- You know who.

Diablo?

He will never except you!

And now he's hanging out

with that Gringo all the time.

Martin!

You know my mother...

she tried to cross from the

La Linea hills when I was 9.

Everyone told her

it wasn't hard.

She just left it all.

Early...

the sun wasn't even up.

They never found the body.

She was the only family I had.

Diablo is like family to me.

Keep your f***ing theories

to yourself!

Oh God, forgive me.

He will.

I know why you're

keeping us here.

Tempting us... with this...

barbaric lust and sin.

Buying yourself time,

so you can do the unthinkable.

Oh, it's thinkable, Mohammed.

And I'm not the only one

who's had such a thought.

I've been trying to do busines

with Mr. Salazar for some time,

he was never interested.

Another scared puppet

of U.S interests.

I respected him.

Everyone respected him,

and trusted him.

Maybe...

now we have a friend here.

Pelon is no friend...

to anyone.

You should know that.

Leave us alone.

He's really bothering you.

- Real bad.

- This f***ing Queer...

he's trying to take my deal.

Queer?

Don't use that word around me.

It angers me.

Call him off.

He's the least of your worries.

If the DEA and the CIA

put a contract out on you,

you have more problems.

You're on an exclusive list.

Eskobar, Norjega, they had, uh...

whole armys to protect them,

and look what happened to them.

You're needed here...

to start things up,

and be careful.

Be careful on who you trust.

Let me get some rest.

Be careful with that.

Or you gonna pay for it.

Range?

220 yards if he comes out

the front door.

Oh, Jesus. These chocolates

down here killin' me, man.

Perimeter?

Clear.

7 seconds.

Take him.

You gonna lose a good shot.

Hey.

It's cancer.

There was no shot.

Go back.

All right.

I don't know Schields,

you don't look so good.

Maybe you oughta think

about taking some time off.

You gotta have a bunch of cash

stashed by now.

All right.

Oxy?

What?

Hey, it's fine,

keep me steady... it's fine.

I don't know about

this thing, Schields.

I'm starting to hear

Mexico City calling me.

If you have damn doubts, then go.

- It ain't that.

- Then what?

Nothing... You know I always

got your back, I'm cool.

I call you in the morning.

It's part of the buisness, man.

It happends.

Don't talk to me...

about the buisness.

You don't understand.

I tell you what I do understand.

I worked in a lot of places,

and this place is a f***ing mess.

It wasn't always.

Salazar...

ran this line with dignity.

There was order here.

Respect.

So, what happened?

Pelon... and that Mario

ass-hole from Mexico City.

They planned it all out.

Planned what out?

To take over.

They killed the right people

at the right time.

Salazar got sick,

he grew weak... fast.

He tought that he was saving

his holy life...

by putting Pelon in

charge of the buisness.

But he was dying anyways.

He was selfish.

- Yeah?

- I'm going home today.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Okay, I'll be ready.

At 4 o'clock,

I'll meet you there.

You have oxycodone?

(pain reliever)

No, no, no, give me... give me

the bot... put it in the bottle...

put it in the bottle.

F***!

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