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responsible for this violence.
I will die to see it through.
The real tragedy
in it all is that
people will never know
How about you? Does anybody
know the real Machete?
Where's your partner?
Every cop has a partner.
You couldn't keep
them alive, could you?
Think about it.
How old are you?
In your line of work, why
have you lived so long?
Your partners knew about
self-sacrifice for the greater good.
Not you, though.
You know what you are?
Vengeance.
You are vengeance.
It only changes targets.
Blessing in disguise, chacho.
You'd never make it past the
wall in this piece of sh*t.
You need a stronger vehicle,
an armored vehicle,
and I know where
we can get one.
Small town near the border.
There's a chop-shop there.
Satellite feed coming online.
Once he crosses the
border, we can move in.
Come on. Come on,
come on, come on.
Come on, you want to get
across that wall or what?
This is cartel turf.
You led us right to 'em, you
crazy son of a b*tch! Shh.
No, no, no, no.
Be quiet.
They're all around us.
Waiting.
Lurking.
We're looking for a ride.
Well, this ain't Enterprise
f***ing Rent-A-Car.
These are custom orders.
I would do as he says, Grasa.
Well, look at this.
Marcos Mendez in the flesh.
This will do.
No sh*t it'll do.
That baby's my
f***ing masterpiece.
Could take her through a
minefield without a flat tire.
Cartel!
Easy, hombre.
You wouldn't shoot a man in
a wheelchair, would you?
No.
I'm jealous.
Go, Machete, go!
Hola, motherf***er.
Let's go to the nude beach.
Hey there, lover boy!
Ladies, give them hell.
Save lover boy for Mama.
I have a special package
for him.
Killjoy, give me
my strap-on!
Grab the wheel.
Get out!
F***!
You're dead.
F***, Machete!
You're crazier than I am!
Crazy like a gypsy f***, man!
Oh, what you gonna do?
Drive through it? It's solid concrete.
Machete, what the hell
are you doing?
Even Jesus couldn't get
through that damn wall!
Do you know another way?
There is no other way!
That's why they call
it a wall, God damn it!
I know a way.
See that graffiti tag
on the wall?
Drive straight for it.
An inch to either side and they'll
be scraping us off the cement.
Which Mendez are you?
The one who wants to help
you get across the border.
Hit it!
We built the tunnels
when they built the wall.
You made it!
Well, sweet Jezebel!
I think we just hit us
a stroke of beaner's luck
running into you again, Taco.
You know, you and your
compadre are going for about
in algebra,
but that is a sh*t-fire-f***-me-hallelujah
lot of money.
I figure we oughta take advantage
of your lucrative predicament
and get us up to squares.
No distractions this time,
right, Clebourne?
That's right, Sheriff.
All right then.
Sayonara, Taco.
Special Agent Mendez.
How many of you are there?
Sorry, that's classified.
What the hell is that?
My welcome party.
You didn't think
it would all be over
once we crossed
the border, did you?
Who do you think gave me that
missile in the first place?
There is a grand
conductor behind all this.
Zaror! You're alive!
Why re-elect
President Rathcock?
He dished out $6 million
of taxpayer money
to space technology companies
like VozTech Industries.
He built a wall protecting us
from the threat of illegals.
He took a stand and defended our
second amendment with a vengeance.
And to boost our national
economy to an all-time high,
he made marijuana
legal in 48 states.
My fellow Americans, it's
been a groovy four years.
much left to accomplish.
For me, winning was
only the beginning.
Re-elect Rathcock.
A name you like,
a face you can trust.
Don't worry,
Mr. Cortez.
You haven't failed
your mission yet.
Where am I?
Recuperating in my sumptuous
healing pool right now.
Do you like it?
And as you can see,
our friend Marcos Mendez is still
very much alive and ticking.
Which makes him
still very much a threat.
It needs to be disarmed.
You don't know what
you're dealing with.
Well, actually, I do.
I invented it.
Allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Luthor Voz.
Let me admit, I've been following
your career for quite some time now.
I am a tremendous fan
of your work, Mr. Cortez.
As an aficionado of
the arts of war myself,
I just gotta say that you
are one genuine article,
Genghis Khan, high caliber,
f***er-people-upper.
You're a warrior,
Mr. Cortez. A killer.
A survivor. Like me.
Just try to relax.
I mean, if I wanted you dead,
you'd be f***ing dead.
Are you gonna disarm it or not?
But that all very much
depends on you, Mr. Cortez.
You sold Mendez the missile.
No. I gave it to him.
But then, I've given a lot of bad
things to a lot of bad people,
but that does not
make me one of them.
Get dressed, Mr. Cortez.
Allow me to try
and convince you.
I'll turn my back.
Welcome to VozTech,
the world's premier space technology
and weapons manufacturer.
You know, Time Magazine
once called me
a merchant of death
with an assembly line.
But one very special day,
And now I've turned science
fiction into science reality.
And this, this is where
we conduct our training exercises.
For what?
Our exodus.
When NASA asked
me to build them
a new state-of-the-art
luxury spacestation,
I luxuriously told
them to f*** themselves.
Why, you ask? Well, because I'd
already built one of my own.
floating the f*** around,
waiting for me and my
people to inhabit it.
In fact, Mr. Cortez...
Machete.
Incidentally, Mr. Machete,
I plan on moving into my new
space pad very, very soon.
I'm very excited.
Here, have a heart.
What about the heart?
Well, that's why
I'm relocating.
Climb aboard.
Yes, I'm a Star Wars fan.
Tanks, missiles,
bread and butter.
It's the simple
things that fund
my more out-of-this-world
enterprises.
Why Mendez?
Why?
Well, bin Laden is dead
and America has always
needed its boogeyman,
so I created a new one.
Yes, I supplied Seor Mendez
with the fireworks.
But given Mendez's
aptitude for the unpredictable,
I left one of my men
behind to keep me abreast
of his process or lack thereof.
What's your plan
have to do with me?
I have high hopes
for you, Mr. Machete.
Higher than you could
mentally ascend to.
A spaceship?
Technically speaking,
space shuttle.
Not to mention, my legacy.
It all started about
six years ago.
I privately funded a suborbital launch.
Went up myself.
Yeah, I was something of a
thrill-seeker back then.
Before what I like to
call "the incident."
I was up amongst the stars and
something inexplicable happened to me.
I saw the future.
I saw the world ending.
my very eyes.
And that's why I built this.
Aboard it, me and anyone who wants
to join me will take flight.
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