Cassandro

ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): Good evening, El Paso and Juárez.

Tonight at Ray's Auto Shop,

Gigántico will face El Topo from El Paso.

And then, the exótico you love to hate...

Big Beltrán!

(upbeat Mexican music playing over speakers)

GIGÁNTICO (in Spanish): Check this out!

Muscle as pure as fresh milk.

- Fresh milk? You're tripping, buddy. - Screw you!

(lively chatter continues in Spanish)

PETE (in English): What's up, mi chavo ?

Hey, Pete, what's up?

You say hello to your rival?

He doesn't want to prepare, huh?

No, of course not. Okay.

WRESTLER (in Spanish): Hey, Mole!

Do you like digging holes or getting your hole dug?

What's with the shitty mustache?

The mustache?

I grew it for you, honey.

I heard you like the way it tickles.

Ooh. - (chatter in Spanish)

You should take off your mask and become an exótico .

Gerardo, why are you always late?

Talk some sense into him.

- Kiss! Kiss! - No fucking way!

From the sacred lucha libre ring

at Ray's Auto Shop,

it's my pleasure to introduce The Executioner of Tijuana... Gigántico!

In a spectacular mano-a-mano against a guy

who only goes out at night!

The most abominable creature from Madrigal Street...

El Topo!

- Topo! Topo! - (crowd cheering, jeering)

Hold onto my shirt, buddy. It's the only one I have!

Let's give them a show. Follow my lead.

Eat my ass!

CROWD (chanting in Spanish): Get him! Get him!

Listen carefully, little mole.

You strike me as the kind of guy

who likes to get down on all fours!

El Topo bites the pillow!

Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this amazing battle,

The Executioner of Tijuana, Gigántico!

That guy has no poetry. None!

He doesn't fool around, he gets to the point. Unlike you,

making an ass of yourself.

PETE (in English): Pretty good, mi chavo .

Next week, we'll do it again, you and Gigántico.

Again? With Gigántico again?

Come on, Pete, we-we always do the same. Come on.

You want to wrestle or not?

ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): Don't go to sleep yet, Ciudad Juárez.

The night is just getting started!

The rival in this face-to-face

draws his strength from the flutter of butterflies

and brings his exótico

Big Beltrán!

Fuck off!

- Get off the ring! - Faggot!

Uno, dos...

Uno, dos, tres.

- (speaking Spanish) - (cheering)

It's over, ladies and gentlemen!

The exótico has lost.

- (indistinct radio chatter) - (in English): Hey, Saúl. Go ahead.

- Yeah? - Go ahead.

Okay.

: Look at those earrings.

And that nice, shiny ring.

Do you think that would look good on me?

The earrings, or the limp?

Oh, you!

The earrings, smart ass!

She's gonna kill him.

- She'll cut off the oxygen. - Mm-hmm.

Mom, is Jezebel fixed?

I got her running last night.

Just a broken hose clamp in the clutch.

Are you going to help me drop off these clothes?

In a minute, but look. I still need to mend all these.

Some are missing buttons...

My hard working son.

A boy will make you happy one day.

Just don't end up with someone mean.

- (birds chirping) - (dog barking in distance)

Hi, sweetie. Are you the new maid?

What's your name?

Count the clothes, make sure nothing's missing.

It's all in there.

When has that happened? What's your problem?

You've been so nasty lately, what's the deal?

Come on, Mom. Let's go.

How much are they paying her?

Half what you make, probably.

That's why I told you to keep your legs closed,

so you don't end up with a bastard son.

Let's go, Mom! Come on, hop on.

SABRINA (in English): That's right, that's right, that's right!

: That's right.

Ah!

: That's right. That's right.

: Same time tomorrow. Good job.

Yeah, well done!

: Wow.

Hey, you want to practice or you just watching?

I've seen you fight at the coliseum.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Lady Anarquía.

- Sabrina. - Saúl.

- Hey. - Nice to meet you.

You fight there, too?

- No. - Mm.

No, um, I've been doing some nights at the...

: Oh, yeah. My students fight there sometimes.

I don't think I've seen you.

How long you been doing lucha ?

Since I was a kid.

But I've been doing real fights since a couple of years ago.

Oh.

But I'm gonna be fighting Gigántico de Tijuana next week.

Uh-huh.

And I want to flip it.

I want to turn it around, you know?

: I wanna get that bastard. Take him down!

Make him sweat.

: You're hungry.

- You willing to work? - Ey.

Come in here.

- Sure? - Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Let me guess.

You're always cast as the runt?

Yeah. They don't see nothing else.

Oh, yeah? What's your lucha name?

- El Topo. - "El Topo."

So cute. Cool, huh?

- (tapping) - (Saúl chuckles)

Oh, fuck.

You okay?

Think I can work with you.

Oh.

No, but I-I can't.

- I have no money. - Oh, shut up.

- We'll figure it out. - No, I'm supposed to...

We'll figure it out. We'll figure it out.

- Come back tomorrow. - Okay. Okay.

- Yeah? - Okay.

Got to go pick up my daughter.

- Ah. - (laughs)

Do you know how-how many sessions it'll take me

to be as good as you?

- A hundred. - Oh.

At least.

Okay.

"Topo."

Okay. Laps. Run.

I want four laps. Run 'em.

Faster. Come on.

Come on! Move it! Move it!

Faster!

- (grunting) - What are you gonna do?

Come on, stand up. Get up faster. Flip again.

Come on. Great, great, great. Fall, fall, fall.

Stretch it out.

Stretch it out, Saúl. Come on, come on.

- That's right. - One, two, three, four, five,

- six, seven, eight... (groans) - One, two, three, four, five...

- Four, five... No. No. - That's right.

- Till I say. Till I say stop! - No. 13...

Cheers.

- (bottles clink) - To men. (chuckles)

Do you think I'm gonna be able to do something with Gigántico?

: Ay, Saúl.

I mean, it's like you're-you're trying to fight like you're...

Hijo del Santo or something.