The Mexican Page #2

I thought you might have something

more authentic, a little more...

- Mexican?

- You know, get into the spirit?

- Your first time?

- Yeah.

Wow. Exciting.

(In Spanish)

Do you speak Spanish, Mr. Welbach?

Huh?

(In Spanish) I didn't think so. Just

what you learned on Speedy Gonzales?

Yeah, Speedy Gonzales.

Let's see what we can do for you.

Oh, I think I have just the thing.

How would you like...an El Camino?!

Ooh! I like that. Yeah.

(In Spanish) You're going to get

into a lot of trouble here, sir.

Raoul!

(In Spanish)

Who wants him, a two-dayer?

He looks like a lead foot

and a brake rider.

No. At the count of three.

Uno... Dos... Tres...

(Engine revving)

Yeah, man. El Camino!

# El Camino excellente,

El Camino excellente... #

(Woman speaking Spanish)

# El Camino...

# In my El Camino... #

(Truck horn blares)

(F*** me.)

F***er.

(Chatter and fireworks popping)

You are in the wrong place, America.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

What you want here?

Uh...tequila.

I asked because no one like you...

comes to this place.

It's death, this town.

Only farmers...and bandidos.

And I don't see a hoe.

You a bandido, America?

Uh, no. Uh, actually

I'm looking for a Seor Beck.

Seor Beck?

Right.

OK?

(Football commentary on TV)

- You Beck?

- (Men jeer)

- I know who you are.

- Good. That makes things easier.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- (Beck speaking Spanish)

- We cool?

- You're all the same.

Prepared.

This ain't America. You want a drink?

- Yeah, all right.

- Sit down.

Somebody using this chair?

I guess you wanna see it, right?

- Yeah.

- You want to see it, don't you?

Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.

Hey.

You know what? Come with me.

Sorry. Sorry.

This is what they call The Mexican.

Wow. Yeah, that's pretty.

Are you shitting me?

"Yeah, it's pretty."

- Can I?

- Uh-huh.

It was made for a rich landowner,

a nobleman,

by a poor Mexican gunsmith.

He fashioned this gun as a gift

to go along with the hopes

that the nobleman's son would take

his daughter's hand in marriage.

(Beck) 'The townspeople

waited three months

'to catch the first glimpse

of the pistol.

'Finally, the day had come.

'No one had ever laid eyes

on a more beautiful gun.

'It was all they thought it'd be.

'Some even thought

it was too beautiful to look at.

'It was considered

to be an honor and good luck

'to be the first to fire

a newly fashioned gun.

'Especially one as beautiful as this,

made for the hand of a nobleman.

'The townsman was in a trance

at the gun's flawless craftsmanship.

'It backfired...

'killing him instantly.'

(Church bell chiming)

Legend has it

that it's been cursed ever since.

But it hasn't harmed me any though,

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