The Burning Plain

Get up.

What?

You fell asleep again.

Just 5 more minutes, please.

No... get up.

Hey.

Late night?

- I guess.

- Again?

- Again.

- Hm, same guy?

- No.

- Do I know him?

Maybe.

Does he know me?

Good morning everyone.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Talk to me, Lawrence,

what we have for specials?

- Lobster in white wine sauce.

- Mh'hm.

- What else?

- Spinach and almonds.

Linguini in a tomato sauce.

That looks good.

More than 25 no-suger

for Marshalls wedding?

Welcome back,

Mr. and Mrs. Dunning.

- So nice to see you again.

- Nice to see you too.

You remember Sophie?

She'll escort you to your

usual table, have a lovely meal.

Follow me.

Sylvie, table six

needs help with wine.

Alright, thank you.

- Good afternoon.

- Hi.

Huh... Vivian just told me

you need a wine recommendation.

Yeah, we're having

the "Petite Filet".

Um...

I would... highly recommend

the 87 "Castle Chateau".

- It's a beautiful Bordeaux.

- Hm...

no, I haven't heard of it.

It's not on our list...

we have it on special reserve

down in the cellar...

I think you really

would enoy it.

Why, thank you,

that would be fantastic.

Be right back.

- Um, table 18 wanted their checks.

- Okay.

What's the matter?

Exuse yourself...

- and get Vivian to do it.

- You Sure?

Going out for a quick

cigarette, alright?

Okay.

That was great suggestion,

that "Chateau Castle.

It's one of my favorite.

Yeah, what other kind

would you recommend?

That'd be depending

on the meal.

Well, if that's okay to figure

that out, tonight over dinner?

I don't socialise

with customers.

This is where my father

and that f***ing slut burned.

How the fire start?

The cops said they left

the gas on and it exploded.

So, it was an accident?

Yeah...

That's what the Sheriff said.

So, he was f***ing

when he died.

Their bodies still stuck

togather because of the fire?

I had use a knife

to cut them appart.

And who was the b*tch?

Some weird woman,

from I don't kow.

Here's where they met.

Catholic pinko town.

Now, what're you doing?

I think this was going,

after dads head was burning.

Why'd you bring, Xavier?

Because he's my friend.

You bury your dad tomorrow

you're running a circus.

I'm running a circus, b*tch.

F*** you.

Hi, mama, aunt, Rebecca...

Did you fight with Cristobal?

No.

Because, I don't wanna hear

anyone fighting.

Now more than ever.

Okay.

That's my dad's whiskey.

Is it?

When the hell is he

gonna drink it?

Santiago?

- Excuse me, father.

- Cristobal.

Your mom ain't going

to the funeral.

Neither Rebecca and me

ain't going either.

This son of b*tch doesn't

deserve this funaral today, damn.

Take care of everything,

the both of you.

...protecting us from evil.

For thine

is the kingdom in Heaven...

forever and ever.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Who are they?

I don't know.

And now we bid farewell,

of our brother, Nick Martinez.

I hope your father's

rotting in hell.

That wetback piece of sh*t took

away the best thing I ever had.

Hey! Leave the boys alone.

Alone?

It's their father's fault

that my kids lost their mom.

And I hope you rot too.

What's the location?

There's a job over in

the Free Azt calcium area.

- Anybody interested?

- Good.

How much does the jop pay?

How much do you pay?

- It's 80 acres.

- Good, I'll do it.

The plane's ready to take off.

One, two, three,

four, five...

Maria, come on!

I'm coming.

Maria, let's go!

Maria, stop playing and do

what your papa tells you.

See you later.

- Do you fly?

- Yeah, I do.

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