Machete Kills Page #2

World peace?

Sure, why not?

But if we really wanna

talk about world peace,

we have to start by tearing down that

wall that separates us from Mexico.

That wall only enables

us to ignore

the violence and injustice

that is occurring down there,

thus making world peace nothing more

than a beauty pageant pipe dream.

God bless Texas.

Thank you.

You must be Machete.

Blanca Vasquez.

Codename, Miss San Antonio.

I'll be your handler for the

duration of your assignment.

You get into a stitch,

and I'll be in your ear

with the what's what,

the who's who and the

when's where of it all.

Try not to be distracted by the

cleavage and the hairspray.

It's part of my cover.

This gig keeps me

close to the border

and the designer duds

ain't bad, either.

What happened to world peace?

F*** world peace.

The M4 carbine long-range.

It's got reflex sights, micro-polymer

grip, a customized trigger.

Fast enough to nip a

jackrabbit on roller skates.

That is, of course,

you happen to come across a

jackrabbit on roller skates.

Or, my personal favorite,

the grappler.

Fires up to 30 yards.

Good for when you gotta scratch

those hard to reach places.

I like this.

I like your style.

Low-tech.

But this ain't your

mama's cane cutter.

Consider this the Swiss

Army Knife of machetes.

Machete.

Tell me about Mendez.

Marcos Mendez

is the most sick and twisted

fuckity-fox I've ever

had to keep tabs on.

People down south call him

Marcos the Madman.

He used to run with Los Cuerpos

until one day he wakes up

and decides he's gonna turn on the

cartel, fight for the people.

We figure he's laired-up

in the jungle somewhere

since our satellites

can't pinpoint him.

Our only lead is

this prizewinner,

a working girl, goes

by the name of Cereza.

Find her, find Mendez.

Where can I find her?

In Acapulco.

Her information, including the address

to her brothel, is in this dossier.

Uh, uh, uh.

First, I'm gonna need

something from you.

See, even here,

people talk about Machete.

The man.

The myth.

The legend.

I just wanna know the

legend inside and out.

I just lost someone.

Why don't you let me turn that

frown upside down, Papi?

How long

since you've been back?

Since before the wall went up.

A lot has changed since then.

It's a run and gun

free-for-all out there.

Acapulco is a war zone,

and we're dropping you

right in the middle of it.

Here. It's a direct

line to yours truly.

You get into a pinch, you just

press pound to phone home.

It's good for calls,

texts, tweets.

Machete don't tweet.

You do now.

You ready for this?

Good luck on that pageant.

I'm gonna need

a lot more than luck!

Did you see the ass

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