Pit Fighter

---

And now the man

you have been waiting for!

El Yanqui!

Yanqui!

From Sao Paulo, Brazil,

Diablo Calvera!

Calvera! El Asesino.

Are you ready?

Are you ready?

Anything goes! Fight!

No! No! No! No!

Come on!

Yeah! Come on!

Get him! Get him!

Yeah, Yanqui!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

La cara!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

The winner!El Yanqui!

He cannot be beaten!

El Yanqui!

Yanqui! Yanqui!

Get him out!

Yanqui!

Manolo!

Another win, huh?

Keep the crowd happy.

- Don't spend it all at once.

- Did you count it yourself? All right.

Let's go!

Five years, fiighter.

Five years, you made

a lot of people a lot of money.

Shh! You know who.

Hey, that's yours.

You earned it.

Okay? Yeah! Good man.

Adios! Adios!

You know, he and I are brothers.

Oh, sh*t!

Nathan. Nathan.

You're shot up pretty bad, old friend.

Save your strength, all right?

Marianne! Marianne!

You hang in there, all right?

Come on! Get him up!

Get him in the truck!

I may have done you

a serious injustice, senor.

Where am I?

In my line of work, it pays to be able

to assess a man's material worth.

His fiiscal prowess.

Only I can decide whether

I work for money or for glory.

- I can't breathe.

- I'm not cheap.

The Marietta wouldn't expect me to work

for nothing, so they will have to pay.

However, I owe them

a considerable amount,

so this will simply

go against my debenture.

A drop of mouse piss

in a sizable ocean of excrement.

You'll do about fine.

Just try not to breathe deep.

The stitches on your chest

will fissure your tissue.

You'll owe the Marietta

for my service.

That's the ironic injustice

of all this.

Is she dead?

You're the sole survivor,

as far as I know...

and you're looking at the only surgeon

in this whole flea-bitten province.

They'll bring me back in a week,

get your stitches out before they rot.

Infection'll kill you

deader than a 45 down here.

I don't understand

what you're saying.

Como? Eso es

un guero maricon.

You seem to be recovering.

How does what's left of your head feel?

I don't remember who I am.

What am I doing here?

Well, your existence

has been simplifiied then.

He says you're working

La Marietta...

and that could entail

any manner of thing.

You owe them a substantial amount.

I hope your trade

is a lucrative one.

The Marietta?

You suffered massive cranial trauma,

a serious concussion,

extensive tissue damage.

not to mention the loss of a fiist-sized

portion of your brain matter.

It's reasonable to expect that may have

caused a mild amnesiac situation.

I daresay you will regain

certain memories.

Don't expect it to happen

overnight, however.

- I've lost my memory!

- They're dangerous people! Please don't ask me about them!

I have a family I'd like to see again someday,

so don't make the mistake!

of thinking that because I'm an American,

I'm any more your friend than they are!

Why, I would sell you out in a gnat's heartbeat

if I thought it would buy me some credit!

Actions, smells, sounds,

like certain familiar tunes on the radio!

um, uh, an intimate face can

sometimes act like the key!

to the metaphysical door

your mind has closed!

Who did this to me, Doc?

Time to remove your stitches!

You'll have to stop talking! It will hurt!

May I suggest

you take a shot of this?

I don't drink.

You remembered that!

We get caught with this load,

we all go down!

They'd be more suspicious if someone

who looks like you gets involved.

- How do I look,Jack?

- Like nothing I've ever seen before!

This could be trickier

than we anticipated!

I don't know! I don't see

you have a lot of options, kid!

They run these mule teams,

shouldering bundles of weed!

up into Arizona, New Mexico,

but it's dangerous work, and it pays sh*t!

That is, if you don't end up

in la tumba del mojado.

The wetback's grave!

And you just pay the interest

on the loan, basically!

I recommend a trade,

if you've got one!

And if you don't,

fiind one! Or else-

Come on!

Let's get out of here!

All these sweaty men

make me nervous, man!

Come on!

Hey, maybe I can fiight!

No! Uh-uh-uh-uh!

You see these guys?

They're hard-core cage fiighters!

They will eat you for breakfast!

And in case you haven't noticed, your skin is

just a few shades lighter than everybody else!

Okay? You stand out

like a diamond on a goat's ass!

Don't even think about it!

This feels familiar!

Yeah, well, so will the hospital!

Do you understand?

- Come on!

- Find me some gloves!

Whoa!

Your stitches

haven't even healed, okay?

Your skull is being held

together by bailing wire!

Think about it!

This is not your game!

Now, I suggest we get out

before you die!

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

Can I make money doing this?

Yeah, maybe!

This suit is 20 years old!

Why do you try so hard?

Because I'm an Indian, you know?

I couldn't go to their schools!

My home where I grew up

had a straw roof!

Just a couple of drops

in the sea of life's injustices, fiighter!

Well, you ever wanna know

what God thinks about money!

you look at those

to whom he gives it to!

Wish me luck, eh?

This guy's, uh-

no girls, no, uh, drinking...

no gambling, nothing.

He donates all his pocket money

to the priests at the church!

And he gives all his free time!

He helps out, you know?

And in return, he gets

a cot and free meals!

He'd make a dream fiighter!

Carlos, cabron, chasing women

is a form of higher education!

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes