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[wistful music playing]

[muffled echoing chatter]

[Gilles] So, where is he?

I thought Miguel was on the run.

- He's in Spain right now. - [Ferran] In Spain?

Would you be able to tell me what the hell his precious saint is doing here then?

That thing never left his camper.

[Pierrot] That's true. I never saw Miguel take it out of there.

- He was real attached to her. - Well, I'll go find out.

I'll go to the warehouses and get some info. I have to.

What answers you think they'll have for you? Huh?

"Excuse me, Mr. Gadjo, that statue we stole from you?

The Saint Sarah belonged to my father. Why is she here with you?"

"Oh, why, hello there, Mr. Gypsy!

I'm gonna go straight to the chief of police."

You wanna... You wanna send us all to jail?

- Is that what you want? - [Tony] No, I'm not a dumbass.

- [Fred] No, but is that what you want? - [Tony] Dude, step off. I'm not stupid.

But something could've happened to him.

Only way to know is to find out how the saint got here.

- [Gilles] So what's the plan, huh? - Enough! Stop! He's got a point.

[Pierrot] You're responsible for all of us. So take care of it.

We'll do Tony's plan.

He'll go find out why Miguel's statue was in the warehouse.

I'll try to make a deal with the Amayas.

[Gilles] Did you give Miguel a heads up?

Look, we're all tired.

I know Juan'll hear me out.

You be careful out there. You hear me?

[theme music playing]

[car approaching]

- You said you handled it. - That's what I thought.

You thought? Tony.

- Tell me you burned the camper. - I did!

Well, I sort of did. I had someone do it

- so it wouldn't be tied to me! - Oh, goddamn.

This gadjo was supposed to take care of it.

Why the hell would you trust a gadjo?

[Tony] His name is Martinez.

I guess he kept the saint for some reason. To pawn it maybe.

- But he was supposed to burn it. - And if he didn't?

Do you get it?

I've told everyone your father's alive for seven years.

That he messages me from Spain.

So if they discover the camper here? What then?

We're screwed.

- Who else was there with you? - Just the owner.

- No one else. You sure? - Yes, I'm sure.

Go back to the junkyard and make sure he did the job properly.

And if he didn't do it, you're gonna find that fucking camper and destroy it.

Okay.

And get rid of everything that's inside.

I don't wanna see anything else turn up, okay?

Don't gotta speak to me like I'm a gadjo.

I'll speak to you with respect when you earn it.

This wouldn't have happened if you'd done it right the first time around.

We wouldn't be in this shit.

What am I gonna do with Juan?

[sniffles] He thinks your dad's come back.

You get it now?

Your stupidity ruined it for the whole clan.

- And Jo? - Don't rope your brother into this.

- Tony, listen to me. - [sniffles]

If they learn what we did,

we'll be disowned by everyone.

- We'll be cursed, do you understand? - [sniffles]

Swear on your father's grave that that won't happen.

I swear on all my dead family members. I swear, Mom.

I swear to you.

If you screw this up, we're dead.

Mom, I got you. I'll make it right.

- [sniffles] - Take care of it.

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, are the potatoes ready? - Hey, what are you doing over there, girl?

¿Mami? ¿Dónde está mi madre?

[gasps]

Oh, God, you scared me, Leti! You don't look ready.

Mom, I've been hearing that...

the Torreses were gonna set up here but they're not anymore?

Your dad had a change of heart.

I don't have a problem with it

because this way, Tony and me can get married.

Oh, Leticia, let's not start this again.

Come on! What's he gonna do if there's no deal?

If you made the deal on my head, you can't back out.

[Inès sighs]

You can thank Sara.

[sighs]

She persuaded your dad to cancel the engagement.

It's not possible.

I was there.

I know what happened,

and your Sara traded your marriage for a plot of land.

And Tony didn't need very much persuading.

Embarrassed you in front of your family.

He would never tell you.

His clan's the only thing that matters to him.

And you'll always come second.

Voilà. C'est la vie.

[wistful music playing]

You have the right to be angry. I know I sure am.

How many times did I fight with your dad to get him to agree to this marriage?

The only thing I ever wanted was to see you smile.

[sniffles]

Don't you shed a tear for him.

He doesn't deserve you.

You can do way better.

You'll find yourself a handsome, intelligent man.

The way you love him, he'll love you too.

[sniffling]

[distorted] Let me help. I'll do your makeup. Hmm?

You'll be the prettiest one there. Huh? Look.

Voila.

They'll see you arrive and say, "Wow! Is that Leti?

Muy guapa!"

[Tony] Martinez!

Hey! Martinez!

Martinez?

Hey, boss.

[grunts] Can I help you?

Yeah, you seen Martinez?

No. He's no longer here. I took over the business two years ago.

If this is about scrap metal, I got a guy for that already. Sorry.

I don't give a crap about your scrap, dude.

- You know where Martinez is? - I have no idea, no.

- He didn't leave an address. You sure? - Yeah, pretty damn sure.

Fuck. But it's important, man. Actually important.

Like, "he owes me money" important.

I told you, I don't know where the man is! Get it through your head.

Now get your gypsy ass outta here. If you haven't noticed, I'm busy.

- [grunts] - That was the wrong answer, bitch.

- [gasping] - Breathe while you can, motherfucker.

Tell me right now where the hell Martinez is!

That son of a bitch stole my dad's van!

Talk, or I'll turn you into six cylinders, motherfucker.

- I don't know. - What? Tell me!

- Please, I can't breathe. - Who did he leave with!

Tell me, you piece of shit! Fuck!

[straining] He's in a trailer junkyard, but I don't know where.

[man grunting]

[breathing heavily]

- [squealing] - [playful chatter]

Ow. [grunts]

[girl squealing]

Why'd your daddy run away? [sniffles]

People say he's dead.

My mom says it's why

you stay in your corner and never speak anymore.

[Fred] Stop it, honey. Stop bothering him.

Here.

Can you grease that? I found a loose screw.

Okay.

[Fidji] Bet you miss your daddy a lot, huh?

You're sad, but don't be. He's alive.

[Fred] Knock it off, Fidji.

We'll find out the truth sooner or later.

Leave your cousin alone, honey.

Take a walk, go play over there.

We'll find out about Miguel.

Tony'll find out.

[sniffs] We don't know what happened yet.

Well, my dad's alive, Fred.

I'm sure of it.

Fuck you, asshole!

Fuck your mother.

["Peur de personne" by Kalash Criminel playing on radio]

[clicks tongue] Come on.

[cell phone ringing]

[exhales]

Fucking asshole.

Piece of shit!

[voicemail] You've reached Tony's phone, leave a message.

[beeps]

[knocking on door]

Sister, you can't leave without a bit of God's word.

"Neither their silver nor gold

will save them on the day of the Lord's wrath."

What's that mean?

[Nina] It means either the Amayas are gonna help us or God'll punish them.

[both chuckle softly]

- Thank you, sister. - Good luck, Sara.

[playful chatter]

[wistful music playing]

[Pierrot] Hey, be careful now.

[playful chatter continues]

[indistinct chatter]

So Leti, when's your time gonna come? When're you gonna finally become a mommy?

- What, are you interrogating me now? - You're gettin up there. Just sayin'.

Kids, kids, kids, that's all you guys ever talk about.

Just knock it off! We didn't ask you to... Just leave me alone. Can I live my life?

We're just trying to warn you. You're 19, unmarried, no babies.

- You might wanna hurry it up. - [Leti] You guys are driving me nuts.

- You know that? Jesus! - [chuckles]

- [indistinct chatter] - [folk guitar music playing]

- How long before it's ready? - Yeah, pretty soon.

It'll be ready any minute now.

[Juan] Mmm, smells good. Can't wait.

Eh, we'll still eat it. Doesn't matter if a leg's missing.

Hmm.

- ¿Qué hace esta aquí? - ¿Quién?

[woman] Mind your business. I wasn't talking to you.

I wasn't talking to you either. Did I ask your opinion?

I would've asked if I wanted it.

- Whatever, leave me out of it. - [woman] Right, what are you gonna do?

[laughs]

- Uh-oh, run. The mother-in-law's here. - Leti!

- Bet she wants to talk to me. - Sweetie, let me explain.

[Leti] Don't call me "sweetie" anymore.

Put the blame on me, but not Tony.

He loves you. He didn't want to split up.

You both humiliated me in front of my whole family.

Do you call that love?

[Juan] Hey, Sara. Why are you here?

You invited me, Juan, remember? [chuckles]

I do.

It's good you came. I didn't think you would after last night.

I mean, I wouldn't throw our friendship away.

Not over something as small as that.

- Right? - Hmm.

You and I've made such an effort to keep the peace all these years.

We shouldn't screw that up.

Especially for you and for Miguel.

Don't bring up Miguel. I don't know where he is.

Or if he's even still alive.

You should see my clan.

They've spent all these years waiting for him to return.

But we have to face the truth.

You said so yourself. He'd never let go of that saint.

So it showing up here...

means something must've happened to him.

Hmm.

First he was in Spain, now he's six feet under.

I don't believe any of it, so give it up.

- Kalia! - Juan...

- we can talk. - Don't embarrass yourself. Kalia!

Come and look after our guest.

Seat her at your table.

Hmm.

[Kalia] Follow me.

[men singing and playing guitar]

[indistinct chatter]

No more kids' table for you. Come with me.

Go and sit with your cousin Sandro here. He's our guest for a few days.

Catch up with him. He's become a man now.

[Sandro] Hey.

Here. Come, sit with us. So you two can get to know each other.

Sit down.

Sit down, honey.

Okay, everyone, sit down, let's eat up!

¡Vamos a comer!

Everyone, sit down.

[dramatic music playing]

[chatter and laughter]

[Juan] It's nice being with family, isn't it?

Being together's important. Especially nowadays.

¡Salud!

¡Libertad!

[all] ¡Salud! ¡Libertad!

[applause]

[child] Papa.

Papi. Look here, Papi.

[laughter]

[hip-hop music playing on radio]

[brakes screech]

[Tony] You know Martinez? Gadjo who used to hang around here?

- I don't know him. - [Tony] Ugh.

[chatter and laughter]

- [Kalia] Are you hungry, sweetie? - [child] Yes.

[Kalia] Yeah?

- [Juan] Help yourselves, kids. - [woman] Pass it around.

[Juan] Pass it around.

[man] Oh, thank God, I'm starving.

Here you go.

[Maria] You just smoke like that? In front of the men?

You should know your place as a woman.

I'm not an Andalusian woman. I'm Yenish.

- [Maria] I can see that. - You don't wanna sit down?

You don't have to stand.

It's okay, we do things different here.

Mm-hmm. When there're no more chairs, then women don't sit. [clears throat]

[man] ¡Andale!

¡Carne!

[indistinct chatter]

[Maria] Come on, get your plates ready.

[woman] We get what's left over. It's still very good.

[child] Can I go play after I eat?

[woman] All right. Dig in.

- Wait, that's your dinner? - Well, yeah. There's no more ribs.

No more ribs, no chairs...

You sure sacrifice for your men.

Oh, we don't mind as long as the kids get something.

What's there for them to eat?

- [Kalia] Well... - Tell me what's edible there?

[Kalia] Lots. See, you can eat the ears, behind the ears, there's some...

- Fat? - Yeah, the fatty bits.

We serve the men, and then we eat the rest.

I'm sorry, what?

[Kalia] It is what it is. There's no more ribs.

- No, it's fine, I'm not hungry. - [Maria] Want some?

[Kalia] Oh, no, I...

[Maria] Why aren't you eating, Kalia? You're so picky.

- I'm feeling sick, I... don't feel well. - Yeah, well, you're just picky.

[woman] Come on, don't be shy.

[Kalia] It's fine. I served the kids, I'm good.

[Juan] It's been a while since you were here last.

Did you, uh, get to check how much land we have here?

We're very comfortable.

Your dad, uh, said you wanted to start a stud farm?

- [Sandro] I hope to one day. - [Juan] That's great.

Leti loves horses too.

- Well, then we have something in common. - Right, sweetheart?

There a problem, Sara?

[Sara] Bon appétit.

["Cut Me Down" by Kevin Morby playing]

Birds will gather at my side

Tears will gather in my eyes...

What are you looking at? Eat your dinner!

Throw my head and cry

As vultures circle in the sky

And you're going to do

What you came here to do

So why not do it now

Oh, and cut me down...

[birds squawking]

[cell phone ringing]

No one, no way to go...

[voicemail] Hey, it's Leti. Leave me a message.

[clicks tongue] Shit.

Step out of my shadow

Take me as I am...

[cell phone ringing]

[Tony on voicemail] I miss you, Leti.

If I could, I'd take you away from our shitty families.

We'd go wherever you want.

There'd be no more lies, no secrets, just you and me.

Promise. Just us.

I had to do what I did,

but I'll do whatever I can to make it right.

I'm really sorry. I gotta handle something first.

I love you, Leti. So much.

[dog barking in distance]

[footsteps approaching]

I screwed up, bro.

I never should've taken that camper to that junkyard.

[Jo] Hmm.

Or trusted goddamn Martinez. He couldn't even do this one job.

We can explain the Saint Sarah, but not the camper.

- Fuck! - [gasps]

[panting]

- Anyway, it's all my fault! - Don't say that.

- Of course it's my fault, Jo! - [sniffles]

I should've just torched the goddamn thing.

Instead of going off and getting hammered.

We'll take care of this, I promise.

- You hear? Huh? - Hmm.

We'll fix it, don't worry.

[kisses]

Soon as I find out where this fucking gadjo's hiding.

[thunder rumbling]

[breathing heavily]

[ominous music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[woman speaking indistinctly]

- [thunder crashing] - [gasps]

[raindrops pattering]

[engine starts]

[brakes screech]

[Tony] Come on, get in, bro.

We're gonna find this Martinez guy.

You'll see. We'll find him, bro.

I gotta stop by the cabin real quick.

It's crazy. The old man's boat's still there and everything.

Nothing's changed.

[Jason] Yo, Wilson. The bucket of eels.

Wait, why?

- Just do it. Pass me the bucket. - Go on.

Ugh, God. You're pissin' me off, Wilson.

You know gadjos don't... don't do the whole poaching thing.

[Wilson] You know I don't like touching them. It's different.

I don't like getting myself dirty.

The head looks like the tail, be careful. They bite.

Yeah, if it bites, it's the head. If it jizzes, it's the other one.

[Tony] Fuck, they haven't left yet.

Hey, hurry the hell up, you pricks!

Come on, you got a lot of impatient customers.

And I have somethin' to do.

[Stork] Hey, is that Jo in there with him?

[Tony sighs] I'm sick of eels.

I gotta find something else, for real.

What about you? Do you miss fishing? You were obsessed when we were young.

Oh, man, you used to reek of fish when you and dad came home.

What'd I used to call you? "Fish farts"? [chuckles]

Relax, bro, we'll find the camper.

I promise you.

I swear to God, we'll find it.

First we'll look around Aigues-Mortes.

They might be able to tell us something.

Tons of trailers there.

If we don't find it, then we'll go to Vauvert.

There's an industrial zone near there.

[cows lowing]

["Mourir d'aimer" by Charles Aznavour playing]

[singing in French] The walls of my life are smooth

I cling to them, but I slide

Slowly towards my destiny...

[knocking on door]

[Fred in English] Sara, can you come with me?

Everyone's waiting to see you.

- I'm coming. - Okay, I'll wait for you.

[singing in French] While the worlds is judging me

I only see one shelter for me...

[Gilles in English] Today, we're here 'cause that saint,

well, it was sacred to him.

He would never have abandoned it. So suddenly it appearing just feels off.

- I mean, that has got to be a sign, right? - Gotta be a sign of what?

What are you saying?

Sara, we all know that Miguel, he was a wanted man.

Everyone was after him, especially the Amayas.

So what? He... he sent me messages. You know that.

What about the messages?

[Ferran stammers] It's... It's just, it's...

How long's it been since the last one you got from him?

I mean, uh, maybe a couple of months...

[Ferran] A few months...

Don't tell me you guys are seriously thinking...

[Ferran] It just ain't normal.

Do you think someone killed him?

- [Nina] Yeah, well, it's not that I... - [Sara] Then what?

- I'm not sure what to believe, but... - [Sara] You think he's dead!

Why can't you just say it?

After the way he sacrificed himself for you!

I can't believe you've all let that get into your damn heads.

- If he were dead, I'd know. - [sighs]

We have 27 days left to find a solution.

I guess I'm the only one focused on saving our land.

- [Nina] Wait. No, come back... - I don't wanna hear any more!

[Nina] Sara. Wait for me, come on.

[Sara] How can you not believe me?

[Nina] Have you heard from Miguel since? Have you spoken to him?

[Sara] I'm doing everything I can with the Amayas!

And now, there's no more music!

- You turned off the music? - Yeah, 'cause...

'Cause he was throwing a big party, but now he's not.

How can you throw a party without any music?

Yeah, yeah. He's crying. Look!

- [imitates crying] - Oh, no! He's crying!

Quick, quick, quick, quick! No, no, no...

Ana, what are you doing?

You wanna chat?

Go see your mom. [laughing]

This is grown-up talk. Go bother your mom.

- Anyway, where were we? - Hold on.

- [boy] Come on. Look it. Come on! - Just a second.

[Leti humming]

- This yours? - Mm-hmm.

He's beautiful.

He's a she.

I'm going for a ride. You, uh, wanna come? So, uh, they can get acquainted?

She doesn't play well with others. She's kind of wild.

Come on. Your dad mentioned there's nice beaches around here.

Just an hour, to hang. So that we could also get acquainted.

- [horse neighs] - [Sandro grunts]

Come on.

- Just for an hour, come on. So we can... - Wait, what are you doing?

[Lola] Hey, there you are. Been looking for you forever.

- Weren't we going to the market? - [Leti] Yeah.

All right, well, let's go then.

[clicks tongue]

[sighs deeply]

You saved me back there.

Don't even worry about it.

Could be worse, you know. At least he's hot.

- Meanwhile, I got José hanging around. - [chuckles]

You laugh. He's older than my father. [laughs]

[chuckles] Sometimes I really wonder why I stay.

They act like the Middle Ages never ended.

Well, I can tell you the grass isn't much greener.

I've been on the outside. There's nothing for us there.

Gadjos see us as good-for-nothings.

At least here you have some support.

When you're in need, our people won't let you fall.

Trust me. [blows]

- You still think about him sometimes? - Who? Yacine?

Yeah. I dream about ripping his eyes out with my bare hands.

[both chuckle]

Why?

I don't know.

Girl, really?

- Nah, Tony totally disrespected you. - I know. I know he did.

But that's just because the Torreses were in trouble.

- I still love him. And he loves me. - Yeah...

But he still went too far.

Don't let yourself get carried away.

Even if you forgive him, you'll never have your big wedding.

And now that Miguel's come back, well, peace is over.

- What'd you say? - Didn't you know?

No.

They found something in a warehouse. Apparently, your dad was furious.

So he canceled the deal with the Torreses.

- Are you sure it was on the right? - That's what the guy said.

Hope the gadjo didn't screw me over.

[Jo] What did the junkman say about Martinez?

That he was hiding out in a trailer junkyard.

Something like that.

[pensive music playing]

[Tony] Bunch of shitty-ass trailers.

I'm telling you, bro. We're gonna find the old man's camper.

But be careful. We don't know this guy.

You check that way, I'll go here.

Martinez!

Hey, Martinez!

Yo, Martinez!

Fuck.

Where the fuck's he at?

Martinez!

Yo, Martinez!

Fuck! Get your ass out here!

[Tony whistles] Jo!

[Tony sniffles] Motherfucker's gotta come this way eventually.

For sure. There's one way out.

I saw you in the car when we passed the herd.

I saw the way you looked at those bulls.

You should get back into it.

- And the fucker's not here to stop you. - Stop, that's our father.

Who gives a shit?

Being our dad doesn't make him any less of a dumb-fuck.

If it weren't for him, you'd be a bullfighter.

You know I'm right.

I'm done with bulls.

I told him how talented you were.

But no, he wouldn't listen.

He wanted to keep you in the camp.

We always argued about that.

Tony.

Tony, are you there?

- Tony? - [Sara] Tony's not here.

[Leti] Where's he at? We need to talk.

I don't know.

You do. It's important.

- But I don't. - [scoffs]

He's with Miguel. I knew it.

- [door closes] - [Sara sighs]

I don't know where Miguel went. But he's never returned.

Your dad's spreading that rumor.

Because then, if he tells everyone,

he can marry you off to whoever and keep his land.

I saw who he's trying to set you up with.

You don't have to listen to your old man.

- You don't have to marry anybody. - Just stop.

Stop giving me big speeches and ideas. They don't mean anything.

That stuff's not gonna work anymore.

You might be able to manipulate other people, but I'm not that girl.

I don't trust you, Sara.

- I had to do it. - [sighs]

- I had to save my family. - [scoffs]

I thought we were family.

Huh?

I even called you "Mom," remember?

You didn't even care about that, though. It meant nothing.

You were even willing to sacrifice your son.

- I didn't. - But you did!

You... you can say whatever you want, Sara,

but you have no integrity, no family values.

No. I thought you two would still get married.

And once we moved over there, we'd convince your old man.

- Or so I thought. - Yeah. Yeah, sure. [sniffles]

I consider you my daughter. You know that.

You wanna go with us to the HLM? You're welcome to.

Tell Tony I was here.

[sighs]

[Ferran] Any news from your sons?

Jason saw the boys leaving together this morning. Yeah.

It's nice to see Jo out and about, finally leaving his room.

It's been quite a while.

Might be a long shot, but who knows?

His father comes back, maybe he'll start speaking again. Right?

Hey. Stranger things have happened.

[Tony] Hey.

- What? Wait, you brought a gun? - I had to this time.

Believe me, this gadjo's gonna talk.

[Jo] Don't do anything dumb. Tony!

[Martinez] Moon.

Moon, it's Papa. Look!

Yeah, look what Daddy brought you. It's the ones you like too.

Yeah, your favorite.

- Look at that. Aw, there you go. - [dog whining]

[grunts softly]

Bon appétit, beautiful. Hmm?

- [Tony] Where's the camper? Huh? - [grunting]

- Tell me right now, you prick! - [coughing]

You better talk, or I swear to you, I'll put a bullet in your head.

- Bang! Tell me. - I... I pawned the statue, man!

- Where's the camper? - [panting]

- I won't ask you again. - Tony!

- [crying] - Talk, or your dog's gettin' popped!

- No! - Come on!

- No! I... I sold it to some gypsies. - [Tony] Where? To who?

- [sobbing] - Which gypsies?

- I don't know. - What gypsies did you sell it to?

- Gypsies from Saint-Gilles! - Tell me who you sold it to! Huh?

Andalusian ones? Were they travelers? Who were they?

Who was it? Whoa, I'm not done!

Just some guys from the Saint-Gilles projects.

You think I'm fucking playing here?

Why would randos from Saint-Gilles buy the camper and not travelers?

[crying, grunts]

Stop fucking around!

- [screams] - [grunts]

[Jo] Stop it, Tony!

- Have you lost it? - [Martinez panting]

- I'm out, man. - Don't walk away, bro.

What? What's your problem? Don't be a prick.

Come on, bro. Seriously, you're acting like a fucking gadjo.

- What's gotten into you? - Why'd you have to take it that far?

He told you everything!

Son of a bitch got what was comin' to him. Honestly, I should've hit him harder.

Don't worry about him. He'll be all right.

Listen, dude. You better get your head on straight.

What's important now is finding these gypsies Martinez gave the camper to.

Jo. Come on, don't leave me, bro.

At least not till we've found that piece of shit camper. All right? Okay?

Because now, anyone and their mother could see it since nobody burned it!

No one burned it. Yeah?

And if they see the camper,

if anyone finds out dad's dead, what'll happen? We'll be fucked.

[panting]

Bro, is that what you want?

- Fuck! He heard everything, Jo. - [breathing heavily]

Stop! Stop, or I'll drop your ass!

Fuck!

I told you to stop. Now stop looking at me.

- [coughs] - I said stop lookin' at me, God damn it!

Bitch, I said stop looking!

- Put your head down. Put it down, now! - [Martinez] I won't say anything!

- Tony. Come on, man. - [panting]

Please don't do this.

He overheard. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do, bro? Huh?

Please. Please. Don't do it!

So he can get out of here and make a beeline straight for the cops?

And they discover dad's been dead, and you're responsible?

What happens then? Tell me, bro.

What then?

What'll we do? Now, come on.

It's the only way.

- Help me. Help me, man. - [coughs]

I can't...

- Put the sheet over him, please. - [sniffles]

I can't, Jo. I need your help here.

Go on. Get the sheet.

Dude, go! Hurry.

Get it over with!

- No. - [Tony] Go on, do it!

[Martinez] No.

[Tony panting and sniffling]

- [gunshot] - [Tony gasps]

[tense music playing]

[wistful music playing]