El Mariachi Page #4
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- Year:
- 1992
- 81 min
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lt was a gift.
-From who?
-Mauricio.
From Moco,
the man who wants me killed?
He doesn't want to kill you.
His men confused you with Azul.
Same thing.
You know how it is.
When you want a girl...
...you give her flowers, candy...
...jewelry...
...until you win her over.
Right.
Mauricio gave me flowers...
...then jewelry.
He let me work in his bar...
...then he gave me the bar.
What was the last thing he gave you?
A motorcycle.
He wants me to
ride it out to his ranch...
...when l decide to give myself to him.
Can he?
He could have...
...but not anymore.
Good morning. Take this.
l've saved this.
Take it. Buy a new guitar.
Take it.
l didn't say to buy the best one.
Something temporary,
so you can play again tonight.
Loco, look for him.
Black pants, white shirt.
-Where did he go, Loco?
-He got in my truck.
Bring him around.
That's not him.
Did you find my case?
We didn't find it.
We heard you were caught
and taken to Moco's ranch.
We came to see if it was true.
They got the mariachi.
-What can l get you?
-A beer.
Anything else?
My guitar case.
Where is he?
Where's my case?
-Upstairs.
-Go get it.
lf you want to see your mariachi,
come with me.
Why do you want to help me?
Because you know where
Moco's ranch is, and l don't.
Let's go.
Play along.
Domino! Let's go! Now!
-She's gone.
-Where is she?
-She went to find you.
-And the guitar case?
She gave him back the case.
They went to find you.
Open the door or she's dead!
l'm sorry...
...he used you to get to me.
Give me my money or l'll
soak your clothes with her blood!
Let her go.
l'll give you your money.
Make me a map to Moco's place.
What did you do with him?
Who?
The mariachi they confused with Azul.
That's why you hung up on me
last night.
With that musician's hands
all over you!
Give me my money or she's dead!
After all l've done for you...
...this is how you treat me?
l've never asked for anything until now.
Let him go!
l swear l'll kill her!
You won't kill her.
l will.
You feel sorry for her, don't you?
All l wanted was my share...
...but you have to kill everyone.
That's why you'll never be
as big as me.
You have too much heart.
So...
...you are the mariachi
who came to my town...
...killed my men...
...and took my girl!
You're very talented...
...playing your little guitar!
Not anymore!
Now, get off my property...
...and take your hand with you.
All I wanted was to be a mariachi...
...like my ancestors.
But the city I thought
would bring me luck...
...brought only a curse.
I lost my guitar...
...my hand...
...and her.
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