Once Upon a Time in Mexico Page #3

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never takes power.

The last piece of the puzzle...

...is Barillo. Your tip-off assures...

...that Barillo is out of the picture

while the battle ensues.

In the aftermath

of this very healthy revolution...

...I will calmly waltz away with

the 20 million pesos...

...that Barillo is prepared to pay

Marquez for the coup.

- You want me to go with you?

- You detain Barillo...

...with the information that you have,

then you join me...

...and share the spoils.

You meet me two nights from now...

...at La Pileta, 10 p.m. sharp...

...and bring only

what's important to you.

Oh, yeah.

It might get a wee bit dangerous

there, sugar-butt. So...

- Can you dig it?

- I can dig it.

I want my key back.

Testing. One, two. Testing.

Hello?

Can you hear me now?

Okay... F***ing bells.

Did you assemble your team?

You know I did.

- Why are you having me followed?

- Oh, yeah, that. Let'sjust call that a...

...guarantee of compliance, shall we?

Because Cucuy also...

...provides protection.

- From what? Mosquitoes?

Oh, gosh, I really wouldn't mess

with him if I were you...

...because he's a bit of a live wire.

And he's not the happiest

that you killed his man.

Oh, yeah, by the way,

I have your next assignment.

You the Mariachis?

This is the back entrance.

Make a note of it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Who are they?

Musicians.

Why so heavy?

Built in amplifier.

Play something.

All right.

Let's go.

- I was afraid you couldn't play.

- Are you kidding?

What we are looking for is support

from the people of this state.

A man can do a lot alone,

but he can do better with his

people backing him.

I wonder how much

we're getting paid for this sh*t.

A man who wants nothing

is invincible, cabron.

Hey.

Are you gonna tell him

that this is his last meal?

Is there a particular song you

would like to hear?

We just played for el presidente,

I can't buy half a tequila with this sh*t!

It was meant as an honor.

F*** honor.

- We need money.

- The score's tomorrow. Enough for all.

Even for you, Lorenzo.

Why are you suddenly interested

in the score? What's in it for you?

Only revenge.

Much delayed revenge.

Go practice.

Practice?

Playing or shooting?

What do you think?

I don't think. I drink.

- Yeah, hello.

- Been following Barillo...

...and the good Dr. Guevera.

- Oh, Agent Ramirez, no longer retired.

- Good man. Welcome to the fold.

- I haven't seen illegal activities yet.

Only that Dr. Guevera is scheduled

for a medical procedure...

...on November 2.

The Day of the Dead. That's tomorrow.

Also identified a member of the group

as Billy Chambers.

A fugitive. We've been wanting

to pick him up for some time now.

Billy Chambers? Yeah. You sure?

- Bet my badge on it.

- Well...

...whatever they're up to,

I can guarantee you...

...that it's going

to happen tomorrow.

- So I sugges t you...

- What's going down tomorrow?

If you see an opening, take it.

- What do you know?

- Not enough. Get inside.

I've got nothing.

I gotta get in. I got nothing.

Try to make a move.

I don't have a move to make.

What are you gonna do, stupid?

Billy Chambers is on the move.

Where are you going?

You're buying a taco.

This is too easy.

Where are the other guys?

This is a setup.

It smells like a setup.

I'm making my move.

Billy Chambers.

- Well, that depends who's asking.

- I thought that was you.

- Here, let me pay for this.

- Oh, well, thanks.

Oh, goddamn it.

- Is that real?

- Yes, it is.

Goddamn.

What took you boys so long?

Whoa, hey, friend.

You ain't gonna need that.

Believe it or not, man, I'm ready to go.

Let's talk over there.

After you.

Man, I just wanna get out of here.

I've been on the run, hiding out here

down in Mexico...

...for the last eight goddamn years.

And I've been working

for this here cartel for the last four.

I ain't got sh*t. All I got

is what I'm wearing on my back.

I can't go nowhere.

Sort of got me by the balls, you know?

Jorge Ramirez.

I'll take you in under the FBI's

supervision and protection...

...until we can take you back, where

you will be prosecuted for your crimes.

- In the U.S.?

- In the U.S.

The things that I've had to do

for the goddamn cartel are...

...unspeakable.

- You don't know what Barillo's up to?

I'm close to the man.

I'm real close.

But he don't let nobody in,

that cocksucker.

Can you get him close to Barillo?

Him?

I need your help.

Then you get me out of here.

Then I'll get you out of here.

Him too.

Him too.

There's cartel on every corner.

Sands told me you handle protection.

I don't work for Sands anymore.

And since I'm a Mexican,

I can do whatever I want.

Then I guess

I don't work for Sands neither.

- Goodbye.

- There's a price on your head.

I'm going to collect. Why don't you

just tell Barillo everything you know.

And then maybe

he'll just cut off your hands.

And if I don't?

You know that old man

I killed in your village?

What if your whole village was next?

Would you kill them?

Me? They certainly would.

Then I guess I have no choice...

...but to kill you all.

You...

...are last.

That should put him out

for a few days...

...and give him some nasty dreams.

You have to relax your fingers.

Music is pure, from one's soul.

If the soul is pure,

the music flows free.

And if the soul isn't pure?

Then you must practice

like a motherf***er.

I present to you...

...Senor Cucuy.

Get this condescending ass

out of here.

You want me to break his fingers?

No. I want you to chop them off.

- I was just making a joke.

- I wasn't.

Sit, please.

So...

...you are the man who brought us...

...the Mariachi.

The man I work for, Mr. Sands...

...he is using the Mariachi

to kill Gen. Marquez.

So you want to join us...

...here's how it works.

There is the bait. There is the trade.

A favor for a favor.

So El Mariachi is the trade?

You are.

This ain't my line of work.

This guy's all f***ed up.

General Marquez is arriving!

Bring out the Mariachi!

Bring him out to the General!

I didn't kill you before.

Enough blood had been shed.

But I see now...

that blood will spill again.

General Marquez,

the Mariachi is not here.

He escaped.

You too will escape.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Lore...

Why?

Practice shooting, not drinking.

We are on.

By order of the President, they

are searching all vehicles

for guns and drugs.

That f***er's been blockading

all the roads.

Take us back another way.

By order of the president.

Who does this guy think he is?

He wants to get rid of me?

Fine.

I'll get rid of him.

Replace him, even.

Then I will simply disappear.

Hey, vamonos, man.

Don't put me out completely.

Have my men wait outside.

Barillo and Dr. Guevera

must already be inside the building...

...having entered

through the back or basement.

They should be midprocedure.

Federal agents.

This is going down now.

If Barillo wanted to look

unrecognizable to authorities...

...he succeeded.

Massive tissue loss due to

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