Curandero

And then what happened?

We saw them walking

by the side of the road.

Who'd you see? The victims?

We told them we were cops,

but they ran away.

After we caught them,

we cut off their hands and feet.

Then we hanged them

with their own guts.

After that, you drank their blood?

First we carved the symbols

on their skin.

How much was left

after you ate them?

Not much.

We burned what was left.

We have reports of 86 people missing

in the last six weeks.

We've found 14 of them.

Where are the other bodies?

They're buried.

You're going to tell me everything

you know about Castaeda.

I want the names

of all his accomplices...

...every last detail.

Then you'll take us

to where the Nanga is.

That's where the other bodies are, right?

Some of them.

Most of them.

We've been reporting

the arrest of the leader...

of the satanic drug-trafficking cult...

who's been terrorizing our city

these last few months.

The chief of police has arrived...

to supervise this operation personally.

What can you tell us

about Castaeda's arrest?

Everything's under control.

Castaeda's in custody.

And our curandero Marcelino

has purified the site.

And here's Castaeda, the leader...

The most wanted criminal

in recent times.

What's up, Carlos?

Hi, Oscar.

Want some gum, Don Carlos?

Bad news, right?

Depends on your line of work, Carlos.

Alex.

Here's a man who's earned

his reputation.

Unlike others.

I know I shouldn't be telling you this.

So why are you telling me?

Mrs. Garza is afraid to leave her house.

I don't know what you told her,

but you scared her...

more than you helped her.

Who's the best curandero in town?

I don't know.

Cut the crap!

Who do people call

for spiritual healing?

You, Alex.

Exactly.

I don't understand why this guy...

dislikes how I treat my patients.

Jealousy.

Pure f***ing jealousy.

Carlitos, please don't mess

with my clients.

It's always the same.

He takes my newspapers

and never pays.

CASTAEDA ESCAPES

Just be glad you don't

have to deal with death.

I don't plan to.

Good for you.

That's why I don't mind

you reading my papers.

Because you honor your father.

You're a good man.

More important than that, Oscar, I pay.

Hey, can I get a spell from you?

What kind?

I asked Mrs. Marjila

out to dinner tonight...

and I want it to go well.

Eat this right before you pick her up.

Not a minute sooner or later.

What is it?

Fresh mint.

Yes, Dad, I'm fine.

I've got to go.

Will you give me your blessing?

Okay, bye.

Good morning.

I'm looking for Don Carlos Gutirrez.

That's me. How can I help you?

The Don Carlos I'm looking for

is twice your age.

I also go by the name of Don Carlos.

Come in.

Does Don Carlos still live here?

Are you a federal agent?

Could you tell from my car?

Would you show me your I.D., please?

I'm sorry. I never forget,

I don't know what I was thinking.

Here you go.

I always wanted to be a federal agent.

What's your specialty?

Ritualistic crimes and satanic worship.

Where is...

My father?

Don Carlos died a few years ago.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, he was very old.

I was hoping to find him here.

I needed his help again.

Did you know him?

I was very ill when I was little.

My father brought me to this house.

Don Carlos performed rituals

and purifications on me all day long.

He saved my life.

How strange. I don't remember you.

The last night I was here...

I dreamt that I was floating

above the bed.

And to this day, my father

swears he actually saw me rise.

Of course.

You almost touched the ceiling.

I always thought

you were just a dream.

You were in this room.

Come and see.

Of course I remember you.

I remember the look in your eyes.

I was only five.

I still remember, really.

Okay. Can I please have

my badge back?

Why didn't you become

a federal agent?

Because my father

wanted me to be a curandero.

He believed it was something

you're born with.

Don't you?

You see so many things,

so many lies.

I'm sorry to have bothered you.

Maybe there's someone else in town

who can help me.

Do you know anything

about a guy named Alex?

I think he studied with your dad.

Alex Muoz.

I think I'd better go with you.

You said you knew nothing about this.

My father helped you

when you needed help, didn't he?

He'd be very sad if I didn't do

the same thing.

Remember, I always wanted

to be a federal agent.

What do you have to lose?

My life. And you, yours.

Give me a chance.

Okay. I'll explain on the way.

Where to?

Mexico City.

ENTRY PROHIBITED

Who's this guy?

The curandero.

I brought him to purify the station.

Lieutenant Jess Gmez,

Carlos Gutirrez.

What are you doing?

Somebody has to investigate

what happened in there.

Do you want to purify it?

Why isn't anybody here?

We thought your father

would purify this place.

Nobody wants to go in.

They think it's cursed.

You think so too?

No, I don't think so. I'm sure.

Castaeda is a powerful practitioner

of Palo Mayombe.

We thought we were protected,

but as you can see...

we were completely wrong.

What happened?

Castaeda escaped

the day after he was arrested.

Marcelino, the chief's curandero...

was found hanging upside down...

on that wall you're looking at.

Nobody saw him leave.

He also left a Nanga.

That's how Castaeda

marks his territory.

That's why our men

are afraid to return.

They fear his curse.

You don't believe

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