El Mariachi Page #2

-Dressed in black...

-...carrying a guitar?

-No.

He killed 1 0 of our men...

...all in one day.

-Aren't you going to call your boss?

-Give me a drink first.

Moco, he got away.

He shot me.

He killed several men.

One mean son of a b*tch.

l didn't get a good look at him.

lf he changes his clothes,

l won't recognize him.

Don't worry.

He always dresses in black

and carries a guitar case.

lt's his style.

But it's not a guitar.

lt's a case full of weapons.

What?

lt's not a guitar.

The case is full of weapons.

He uses them on his victims.

See you later.

Thanks for the drink.

l'll be right back.

l told you not to touch anything.

l was trying to relax.

l can get out.

lt's okay. Finish up.

Want some shampoo?

Yes, please.

Who are you?

A musician.

What do you have here?

Guns? Knives?

My guitar!

We'll see.

You're very modest, mariachi.

You said you killed four men...

...when you really killed 1 0.

Don't you even want to look?

Play it!

Play something sweet!

Play!

Sing!

I've been caught with my pants down

And there may be a castration

There were several a**holes

Who tried to rip me to pieces

And now I'm with this princess

Who's armed with a knife

Big northern eyes

And a ferocious body

This is the best l've ever played.

You inspired me.

Okay.

You're a mariachi, and a good one.

Hire me.

l couldn't pay you.

l have no money.

This fancy dive,

and you don't have money?

lt's true.

Pay me room and board.

Will l have to keep the knife

between your legs to inspire you?

lf l stay here? No.

Just until l find permanent work.

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.

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