Desperado Page #4

Tell him to get his ass over here!

- I want to know what happened!|- He's dead.

I'll tell you, boss...

...whoever it was didn't come for the money.

They came for me.

You've heard stories of the man with|a guitar case full of weapons.

Those are stories. That's all they are, stories.

I cannot believe it.

Can't you see we are f***ing closed?!

We need to find him.

You said the Colombians are watching.

So we move quickly.

He's probably left town.

He knows I'm here now.

He's not going anywhere.

Where am I?

Bookstore.

Bookstore-cafe.

What the hell did you give me?

Painkillers.

I'm operating.

Where is everybody?

I closed early so no one would come around.

No one would come around anyway.

Why?

Nobody reads.

Is it yours? All those...

...books?

It's mine.

My parents passed away.

They left me the building and some money.

I have an apartment upstairs.

Why a bookstore?

This town never had a bookstore.

So I get this bright idea.

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Why a bookstore, huh?

All right. Isn't there a hospital?

Trust me. You don't want to go to a hospital here.

You'll never find work in this town.

What?

The guitar.

Nobody hires musicians around here.

I know.

I use it to pick up girls.

Oh, come on!

- You see this?|- I see it.

That one had your name on it.

You don't even know my name.

That's right.

I don't know your name.

You smoke?

Nope.

Thanks.

It's the least I can do for you, after saving my life.

Have a couple more.

- What is it?|- Painkillers.

Hot water.

Sh*t!

What're you doing?!

- Sorry.|- You're crazy.

Relax. Here, this is the cold water.

Better?

Let's stitch you up.

Get out of here!

I know you.

Really?

You're that guy you always hear stories about.

You kill drug dealers.

Do you know Bucho?

I hope you don't think you can take Bucho alone.

You know him?

Yeah.

I have a few friends I can call.

They owe me a favor.

Don't complain.

That would be straight|if you hadn't been moving so much.

That one's worse.

Who did that one?

I did, a long time ago.

I don't want to know what that is.

Saved my life more than once.

You can have it.

No, thanks.

No, I'm okay.

Will you help me?

I don't think I can help you.

I must leave my things here for a few minutes.

Okay.

I can trust you, right?

Yeah.

Really?

All right.

Where're you going?

I have to go to church.

What for?

Confess my sins.

I'm a sinner.

I know.

Did I thank you?

No, you didn't.

I will.

What do you think?

Bulletproof windows...

...sidings...

...the hood.

Just what you asked for.

Listen...

...there are no more pickups today,|except one in Hidalgo.

Stay away from there.

The rest of the town is game.|Take this car and find him!

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