Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia Page #4

could she play it?

If you please.

Say, that guitar is like a woman.

Just like a woman.

She'll be good

if you can get her.

She'll tremble when you touch her.

Okay, man, knock it off.

But she just keeps on getting better.

Looky what I got.

you wanna borrowie it?

Yeah.

Well, I think I'll just borrow... yours.

It's all right, Benny.

It's all right.

You two guys are...

definitely on my sh*t list.

He's a rotten sport, your old man.

Let's get out of here. Come on.

I'm gonna kill you one day,

you gringo son-of-a-b*tch!

Oh, no, you won't, Benny.

I've been here before,

you don't know the way.

What the hell, she can handle it

a lot better than I can.

She sure can.

Please don't.

Please.

Gimme that bottle, Goddammit!

Son-of-a-b*tch!

Hey! You're dirt!

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Come on.

I don't know what to say.

Dammit the hell,

I don't know what to say.

You did all right.

I will tell everything to the police.

No chance.

You're gonna take me to find Alfredo.

And that's our ticket outta here.

Jesus, I don't know how you

can get money from a dead body,

I mean, I don't believe those

people and what they say.

I take 'em proof.

His head.

-His... head?

-For proof!

But it's a crime, Benny...

you're mad!

He's dead! Shut up!

Well, you want me to desecrate a grave?

Don't give me that crap!

There's nothing sacred

about a hole in the ground...

or a man that's in it... or you, or me.

Listen, the church

cuts off the feet, fingers,

any other Goddamn thing

from the saints, don't they?

Well, what the hell, Alfredo's our saint.

He's a saint of our money.

And I'm gonna borrow a piece of him.

All right...

I'll take you to him and then

I'm gonna go, you know.

Cause I figure everything

is gonna be over with us.

I don't want any more of that.

Oh, please, please.

Let's put it together,

just... make it round and let's go back

and forget about the whole thing.

We'll never talk about it again.

Jesus, just being together is,

is enough!

No, it's not, baby!

It takes pan, bread... money.

We need a room for the night

with a double bed.

I'm sorry, sir, but this

hotel does not allow...

Now, listen...

Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin...

from Mexico City.

And we're very, very tired.

And you pluck out one of those keys

while I sign the register.

Understand?

Understand?

Best room in the house, please.

I love you.

Where are we?

We can ask for him at a place

they make furniture.

That's it. There.

-Buenos tardes.

-Yes.

What's he say?

No luck.

Yeah?

No luck at all.

I guess we came all the way for nothing.

Lemme tell you something, baby,

I could've died in Mexico City or T.J....

and never known

what the hell it was all about.

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