Desperado Page #5

I'll take my truck.

Take the car. That's why I got it.

If you see a stranger...

...kill him. I can't take any more chances.

The sunroof's bulletproof.

Works as a shield when shooting out the top.

Look at this guy.

It works. Now go and get him.

I want you to take her.|You'll need all the help you can get.

You too.

Bless me, Father,|for I have just killed quite a few men.

No sh*t.

From what I hear,|you cleaned out the entire Tarasco Bar.

Nice job.|Every hit man in Coahuila's looking for you.

Things got out of hand.

I said no more bloodbaths.

I told you. Bucho's the last one.

Then I'm finished.

No, I'm finished.|They killed the woman you loved.

Then they shot through your hand.

Two points. Wake up!

There is no payback for that.

Walk away.

Trust me...

...this is one you won't want|to see through to the end.

What do you mean?

I've done some checking,|and Bucho is not someone to mess with.

Trust me.

I cannot leave without Bucho.

You don't expect to live much longer? Fine. I do.

If you need any more help...

...don't call me.

Call Campa and Quino. They're crazy.

I should be able to count on you!

Those days are gone.

Just wait! Come on!

Good luck. Don't get shot.

Did you want confession?

Maybe later, Father. Because where I am going...

...I'd just have to come right back.

Look...

...I didn't call about it before because...

...I could handle it.

Yes, he's got no place to go.

I got my men on him right now.

You brought someone in?!

How long has he been here?

Who is he?

What are you talking about? We can handle it.

Someone like that will just tear the place up...

...will make a lot of noise.

What does your guy look like?

I've got to know,|or the wrong people might get killed.

Next time I'll call sooner,|but I knew I could handle this -

Sh*t!

What's the number to the phone in my car?

Fuckheads, what's the number to my car phone?!

Number!

It's in your car, boss.

What's the f***ing number|to the phone in my car?

F***.

- What are you doing? Get away.|- You can't go away like this.

I need you.

I dreamt about her again.

So what!

Listen to me!

You are right.

You are right.

Maybe I should quit.

Now you're talking some sense,|because let me tell you...

...you keep this up and it'll be over real quick.

Get in!

Watch it!

Where is he? We got to kill him.

It's me again.

The man you sent in -|What does he look like?

Just so that I know.|So my people don't get confused.

Dark hair, dark skin. I figured that.

Can I have a few more details?

Tattoo on his chest.

Tattoo of a woman on his chest.

What else?

Any weapons?

Throwing knives.

And...?

And pay-phone money so he can call|you with progress reports.

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