The Killer

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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL FILM

Blondie! What the hell, come back!

Come back, kids.

Hello, sir.

Excuse my kids.

We are just passing through.

Don't worry.

Let the kids rest a bit.

And you...

...make us some coffee.

Come on, let's go.

You heard it.

You two go sit over there, on that stump.

Damn!

I'm not good at making coffee.

I'm better at telling stories.

Let me make the coffee.

You sit here...

...and tell us a story.

Back in the days, north of these lands,

there were bad men.

Everything that breathed

and they didn't like, they killed.

Life wasn't worth much over there.

Bad men are everywhere.

Wimps too.

Yes.

But there, it was different.

Different, how?

Back then, only those who really deserved

to live survived.

Back then?

Yeah...

The days of the Cangao.

Tell us this story already.

Go ahead, man.

Do your poetry.

For God's sake, Corisco.

Do your singing, man.

We'll appreciate it. Right, fellows?

Yeah!

The monkeys have been killing

And will kill many more

And the strength of the Cangao

Is slowly fading out

The monkeys of the roving patrol

Have been doing their job

Each Cangaceiro corpse

Is exhibited like a trophy

And the Cangao is finally tasting

The sour bitterness

I admire the rovers

And their disposition

Bringing an end to the Cangao

And peace to the arid badlands

They've already killed Maria

And the feared Lampio

This time the rovers

Will have no bad omen

They'll catch the fearless Corisco

The blond devil

And they will exhibit his head

Along with his leather hat

I recited...

Let's go.

Damn.

The badlands are a dry,

hard and cruel place.

The bushes are uneven,

spiky,

and the soil is cracked.

Anything growing in there

must be brave and strong to survive.

But there you would also find

one of the world's most valuable gems,

the Paraba Tourmaline.

Even more valuable than diamonds.

It was blue and very powerful.

It was even said to be cursed.

Any man who would stain

his blood with this stone,

would be cursed and have his soul

sold to the devil.

Some families would lose everything

they had and starve, because of the stone.

That's why it was common to find

babies left in the woods.

The families that couldn't raise them

would feed the animals to eat them later.

But you couldn't stare

at the eyes of the babies,

or it would get into you, and it would

be hard to get rid of it later.

This guy was the greatest killer

in all of the badlands.

Until he ended up in Gringo's list.

The killer of killers.

Today you die, you son of a b*tch.

He was raised by Seven Ears,

his birth name was Janurio.

Once, seven men tied

Janurio's brother to a tree

and skinned him alive.

Janurio killed all seven of them.

Then he pulled out an ear of each of them

salted, pulled a string through

and made a necklace out of them.

Soon he was known as Seven Ears.

Seven Ears taught him

all the important things in life.

And his first lesson was,

everything that crawls,

walks and flies is edible,

but you only kill

what you're going to eat.

He told me that everything he learned

about weapons was from Seven Ears.

For example,

he taught him that the bullet tip

means more than the caliber,

and that each one does a different damage.

Seven Ears taught him

how to set a trap to hunt at night.

And the most important thing,

Seven Ears taught him how to kill.

Every detail counts.

Your clothes cannot be visible,

you have to breathe quietly,

and the main thing,

your mind must be empty.

If you think about the boar's offspring,

you won't kill it.

Seven Ears never let him

leave the badlands.

They had everything they needed.

The only thing he knew about Men's Town

were the chapbooks

Seven Ears brought from there.

Men's Town was the closest village around,

over a moon and a half away.

His dream was

to get to know that place one day.

When Seven Ears would go to Men's town,

he'd make a doll of Seven Ears,

to make sure he was coming back.

Seven Ears said that if the doll was fine,

he'd be fine too.

As time went by, he grew up,

and Seven Ears never came back again.

Every now and then he'd think

about going after Seven Ears,

but he would get scared

whenever he thought about the last time

he tried to cross the badlands.

Eventually, he built up the courage

and decided he wouldn't come back

without Seven Ears.

He knew all types of animal dens

in the badlands,

but he had never seen

where man hid himself.

He knew those little colorful stones,

and he knew Seven Ears liked them.

Are you trying to get killed,

son of a gun?

When someone's up to no good,

you can see in their eyes.

It's the same for every animal.

It was the first time he killed a man.

He started out very well.

Slash, Dry-mouth,

and the Peruvian.

They were the three most wanted hitmen

in Pernambuco.

He wandered the rest of the night

trying to find Seven Ears.

POLICE:

As a reward for killing those men,

he got three Paraba tourmalines.

He had a hard time understanding

how such a little pebble

was worth more than someone's life.

It wouldn't quench his thirst,

neither did it feed him,

nor it brought dead men alive.

Why did people love those pebbles so much?

He would watch from afar

people going through their activities.

It was like watching the badlands animals.

Each one was different.

He saw that the villagers also had a doll,

and they'd gather around him

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