El Mariachi

Yes.

Yes.

You know what to do.

Good moming, Azul.

Do you know who this is? - Moco...

It's been years. What do you want? - I'm a few towns away...

...with a whole new gang. I heard you were Iocked up nearby

so I decided to call, my friend.

That was nice of you, you pig!

Get me out of here and give me my share of the money.

I got you where you are. - Should I really get you out?

I know you're doing business from your cell with some Ioyal men,

a mobile phone and the protection that prison offers.

Not a bad idea. Maybe someday I'II give it a try.

You owe me a fortune. In here I make peanuts.

You know it. So help me out...my friend.

Soon, Azul. Soon.

I'm sending some friends to get you.

In a few days.

That's more Iike it. Just Iike the Moco I used to know.

Hang in there.

I won't forget that you've been a big part of our triumph.

What's going on, Moco?

Getting me out today?

There are three armed men. Did you send them?

I'm still here. And so are your friends. But not for Iong.

They have something they want to scream to you. Listen close.

You'II repeat it to me when I visit you.

That momning was just like any othem.

No love, no luck.

No mide.

No change.

I came acmoss a turtle on the highway.

We weme both taking oum time getting to wheme we weme going.

What I didn't know was that my time was munning out.

Fmee coconuts... I was beginning to like this city.

I always wanted to be a "mamiachi".

Like my fathem, my gmandfathem and my gmeat-gmandfathem.

I'm not as good as them yet, but I'm impmoving.

I planned to follow theim footsteps to the end. Die with my guitam.

I played fmom town to town, picking up expemience.

This town was my next stop.

The fmee coconut at the edge of town

made me feel this place would bming good luck.

But I was wmong.

What'II it be? - A soda.

A Iittle music? - Why?

I'm a mariachi. A good one.

I play ballads, Iove songs... A few originals.

What do I care? - I could add class to the place.

I work for next to nothing. I Iive mostly from tips.

But I need steady work.

I guarantee you'II get more customers.

Why would I want one mariachi when I have a whole band?

You see? I only pay one guy and I have a whole mariachi band.

Understand?

Thanks.

If you want to earn a real Iiving, get yourself a real instrument.

Idiot...

What the hell is this? Mariachi day?

There's no work for you, either.

Bartender...A beer.

In a bottle.

I'm Iooking for an old friend.

His name is...Moco.

Where is he? - Sometimes he's here.

He owns the place.

So you know him? - Of course, we work for him.

That's too bad...

Hold this.

What the hell is going on?

Say something! - Moco!

Give me the phone.

Take it.

Moco?

Dead? AII of them?

How Iong ago?

What does he Iook Iike?

Carrying a guitar case?

Dressed in black?

Don't worry, Moco.

We'II find him, kill him, and feed him to the dogs.

If you see someone dressed in black, with a guitar case...

Call this number. His name is Azul.

And if I don't call, you'II kill me, right?

I won't. He will.

I was beginning to mealise this town had no luck.

What happened to the days when guitamists weme gods?

Like my fomefathems.

Technology has cmushed us...

...and mobbed us of oum cultume.

Tumned us into machines.

She was the most beautiful cmeatume I'd seen that day.

Next to the turtle, of coumse.

What can I get you? - A soda.

Soda? Are you a Iittle boy, or what?

I'm a musician. I can't drink or smoke.

My voice is my Iife.

Cheers.

I work for next to nothing.

I Iive mostly off tips. But I need steady work.

Where? - Here, in your bar.

No, I don't have the money for a mariachi.

This isn't my day.

What?

Thanks.

I need a cheap room for the week.

I'm Iooking for work. Can I pay you Iater?

Yeah, pay me Iater.

Thanks.

Excuse me, but could you Ieave a deposit?

You don't trust me?

Sorry... How much can you give me?

Not much. I only have a few pesos.

That's fine. Have a nice day. Thanks.

No, not there. Room ten.

There!

He's wearing black. Find him!

Here he is!

What happened, mariachi? Too much soda?

I just killed four men.

Is that true?

Wait! What's your name? - Domino.

Wait, Domino. It was self-defence.

I'm not from here. I don't know anyone.

No friends...

No enemies...

Were they thieves? - I don't think so.

Four men.

I was staying at a cheap hotel.

Nothing of value. No money.

They just wanted to kill me.

Then why come here? So they can kill me, too?

I need a place to stay until this passes over.

They think I'm someone else. I'm just a mariachi.

I've got a room up there. Don't touch anything.

I'II be up Iater. Then we'II call a friend of mine.

Thank you. I'II never forget this.

It's over there.

Watch out for my pit bulls.

Hello, Domino. - What is it?

Give me the phone. I have to call Moco.

Domino...Has anyone strange come around here?

Strange people always come here.

Dressed in black, guitar case? - No.

He killed ten of our men.

AII in just one day.

Aren't you gonna call your boss? - Give me a drink first.

Moco...He got away.

He shot at me. And he killed several of our men.

He's bad news. I didn't get a good Iook at him.

If he changes his disguise I won't recognise him.

Don't worry.

One thing I know. He always carries a guitar and dresses in black.

It's his thing.

But...it's not a guitar.

It's a guitar case full of weapons.

What is it? - It's not a guitar.

It's a case full of weapons.

He uses it on his victims.

Goodbye. Thanks for the drink.

I'II be right back.

I said not to touch anything. - I was trying to relax.

I can get out... - No...Finish up.

Want some shampoo? - Yes, thanks.

Who are you? - I'm a musician.

What do you have there?

Guns, knives? - My guitar.

We'II see...

You're modest, mariachi.

You said you killed four men.

But you really killed ten.

Don't you even want to Iook?

PIay!

PIay! Sing!

PIay!

Sing!

That was the best I ever played.

You inspired me.

You are a mariachi.

And a good one.

Then hire me. - I can't. I have no money.

This fancy place, and no money?