All language subtitles for Hell.20

I'll be on my way now.

Take good care of yourself.

Pedro…

I love you, man.

Don't worry. As soon as I save
some dollars, I'll be back for you.

TWENTY YEARS LATER…

-García.
-García.

-Fernández.
-Fernández.

HOLY DEATH

The money, motherfucker.

Give me the money or I'll kill you.

All of it.

Come on, hand it over.

The watch too.

RAILROAD CROSSING

How are you?

Mom.

It's me, Benjamín.

Don't you recognize me anymore?

Benjamín!

Mom!

You bastard!

Thank you, Mom.

The thing I missed the most about Mexico
was your cooking, Mom.

I was so sick
of those hot dogs and cheeseburgers.

You should be ashamed of yourself!

Twenty years north of the border,
and you didn't send us even one dollar.

I thought you were dead.

You're right, Mom.

But things didn't go well.

Did you find your dad?

I would go for walks,
and see if I ran into him,

but the United States is huge, Mom.

Like father, like son.

So, where's Pedro?

Did he get a job in San Miguel?

No, your brother was killed like a dog.

The boy got involved with the wrong crew,

and one day, they put a bullet in him.

What do you mean, "he was killed"?

Talk to me.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, so you did care
about your younger brother after all!

You didn't even send a postcard
in 20 years!

Not even to tell us where you were.

My brother.

If you had kept your word,
he'd still be with us.

My brother…

What happened, miss?

What do you mean?

This is everyday business here.

-Remember, we're at war.
-At war?

Take a good look at those boys.

That's how they all start.

But they will meet the same fate.

Come on, Benja.

The cops! Run!

Come on, hurry!

Let's go, Mom.

We have no business staying here.

GARCIA'S TIRE REPAIR SHOP

Good morning, madam.

What can I get you, young man?

Actually, I was wondering

what happened to the tire repair shop
next door.

-The one that belonged to the Garcías?
-Yes.

They moved it about eight years ago,
over to the new road.

I think it's on kilometer 18,

just past the junk yard.

Do you know if Rogaciano García
is still the owner?

Not a clue.

Everything has changed a lot, hasn't it?

You ask a lot of questions.
Are you from around here?

Don't you recognize me?

I'm Benjamín García. Benny.

-I was friends with your son Beto.
-No shit.

No wonder your face looked familiar.

So, what is Beto up to?

I just got back from north of the border.
I'd love to catch up with him.

We buried him six years ago.

Damn, miss.

I am so sorry. God bless his soul.

Old Beto.

Don't you want to know how my boy died?

It was your brother, Devil,
who killed him.

My brother?

So, if you're going to stick around,

be very careful.

I really appreciate the warning, madam.

And again, I'm truly very sorry.

Not as much as I am.

-Hello?
-Cochiloco.

What is it?

Guess who's back in San Miguel.

TIRE REPAIR SHOP

What can I do for you?

I'm sorry, mister, but…

Don't you remember your favorite godson?

I'm so happy to see you, Godson!

Look how messed-up you look,
you fucking Chicano!

It takes one to know one, Godfather.

Just because I'm so glad to see you,

I won't slap you around
like when you were a kid.

Let me go get a couple of beers
to celebrate.

ECONOMIC CRISIS AND VIOLENCE
RAVAGE THE COUNTRY

Had I known, I wouldn't have come back.

You have no idea
what this country has become.

It can't be worse than when I left,
Godfather.

Apparently, it can.

Economic crisis, unemployment,

violence…

Around 13,000 people have been killed
just this year.

It's starting to look like a civil war,
people are killing each other.

We've been cursed.

Anyway, tell me about you.

How did the gringos treat you?

Twenty years is a long time.

Did you make a fortune?

Are you serious, Godfather?

Hey, what do you know about my brother?

I heard all kinds of stories.

The last thing I knew
was that he left your mom's.

He said he was tired of being poor.

He came over here to San Miguel,

but he got involved
with the worst of the worst:

drug dealers, whores, murderers…

Everybody called him "Devil."

-I can't fucking believe it.
-Yes!

He had such a reputation,
everybody was afraid of him.

One day, he just turned up dead.

They say he was shot 60 times.

Sixty?

-Who did it?
-It could have been anyone.

People will kill you for anything
in this town.

Who could help me find out?

Your brother was living with a broad
when he was killed.

Her name is Guadalupe Solís.

She works over at the Mexico Saloon,

a grotty den
in the red-light district of San Miguel.

A hooker?

Well…

THE FAVORITE BAR

MEXICO SALOON

Hey there. Are you alone
or is anyone expecting you?

I just wanted a beer.

-Just a beer?
-Yes.

Gloria!

Stop screwing around. Get the man a beer.

Sit down.

Hey, handsome.

Aren't you buying me one?

Maybe next time, doll.

I was wondering if, by any chance,
you knew Mrs. Guadalupe Solís.

Lupe?

I think she's busy,
but if not, I'll send her over.

What's up? What can I do for you?

Sit down, doll.

Have a seat. Do you want a drink?

I'm busy right now,

but if you stick around,
maybe I can take care of you.

No, that's not what I'm here for.

My name is Benjamín García.

They call me Benny. I'm Pedro's brother.

I don't know if he ever mentioned me.

So you're the famous Benny.

I just found out what happened to him and…

I wanted to know if you could help me
put the pieces together.

The news must have been heartbreaking.

I'd also like to talk,
but I can't just now.

Let me give you my address.

I'm out around 8:00, alright?

Maybe we can meet later--

What's with you and my girl, jerk?

Take it easy, honey. He's a relative.

-And he was just leaving, right?
-Yes.

Brother-in-law…

NO MINORS ALLOWED

Here's the address.

Take good care.

What's up, dude? What can I do for you?

I'm looking for Mrs. Lupita.
She lives here, right?

She's not in now.

And she doesn't see clients at home, man.

What's wrong, kid?

I'm not her client. I'm Benjamín García,
her brother-in-law.

Uncle Benny?

From the United States?

My name is also Benjamín! I'm your nephew!

Come on in, Uncle!
Don't just stand there!

Mom won't be long. But please, come in!

Can I get you anything to drink?

No, Namesake.

I'll wait for your mom to be back.

Sit down, Uncle. Don't just stand there.

So, tell me,

did you really make a fortune
over at "Gringoland"?

My mom said you were rolling in dough.

Well, sort of.

But I want to hear about you.

Did you get along with your dad?
Do you remember him at all?

Of course!

He was the toughest motherfucker in town.

They say he was the best with the ladies,
and even better with guns.

They say he killed over 20 bastards.

Let's talk about you instead.

How old are you?

Me? 16.

Don't lie to me.

Okay, I'm 14. But I look older, don't I?

So, what grade are you in?

Let's not delve into that, Uncle.
I never did well at school.

Do you know what you want to be
when you grow up?

Are you kidding?
I want to be a bad motherfucker, like Dad.

Hi, Mom. Did you see who is here?

It's Uncle Benny, Dad's brother.
The one from the United States.

Yes, we've met.

And so have you, I see.

Yes, my namesake has been filling me in.

Did you do your homework?

Of course, Mom. Uncle Benny
helped me do it, right, Uncle?

Oh, my boy, you're an awful liar.

Off to bed, it's late.

See you later, Uncle. I'm off to sleep.

See you later. We can have a beer.

-Sure, Namesake. I'll be around.
-Cool.

How could my brother end up like that?

Well, when I met your brother,
he was already a total badass.

I loved him all the same, though.

Do you know who killed him?

No idea.

Your brother had a lot of enemies.
It could have been anyone.

How did my nephew handle it?

When Pedro died, he was just a kid.

He's made him his superhero.

To be honest, I'm terrified that, if we
stay here, he'll follow in his footsteps.

And how is what you do
a good example for my nephew?

What do you mean, you asshole?

Come on, Lupita.

You think being a whore at a brothel
could be a good--?

You know what, Benjamín García?
You're worse than your brother!

-But, Lupita--
-Get out of here!

Screw you! Out!

-Forgive me, Lupita. I didn't--
-Fuck you!

My damned brother.

Look how you ended up, man.

A drug dealer, a murderer,

a pimp.

Killed like a stray dog.

PEDRO GARCÍA G., "DEVIL"

I swear to the Virgin of Guadalupe,

I'll do my best to help your woman,

so your boy can do better.

Everything happens for a reason, brother.

As God is my witness, I swear

I won't let you down this time.

May I go straight to Hell if I do.

Hey, Godson.

Is Lupe still as hot as ever?

Come on, Godfather.

That's my brother's widow
you're talking about.

Oh, Godson.

Being your brother's woman…

doesn't make her any less hotter.

You've got a point there.

Yes, she has some fine…

And my nephew
is my brother's spitting image!

God willing, he won't turn out like him.

Fucking Benjamín García.

Did you miss me, man?

What's up, my dear Fatty Mata?

How are you?

I'm no longer Fatty Mata, Benny.

Everybody calls me Cochiloco now.

Hi, Mr. Rogaciano.

Cochiloco? What a nickname!

What are you up to?

Pretty pissed off right now.

You got back but didn't stop by
to say hi to your best friend?

What's that all about?
Seems very ungrateful.

I meant to pay you a visit, Fatty,

but I came over to see my godfather--

I told you,
I'm not Fatty Mata anymore, Benny.

I'm Cochiloco now, got it?

Sure, sorry.
I didn't realize it was such a big deal.

Fucking Benny.

Just as much a wimp
as when you were a kid.

You're my brother.
Call me whatever the fuck you want, man.

Check it out.

These are my two partners,
Huasteco, from Tampico,

and that buttery faggot is Dolly.

I think we've met, haven't we?

Yeah.

Listen closely,
you goddamned motherfuckers.

Let me be very clear.

This wimpy little dude over here
is my brother!

If either of you lays hands on him,
you'll have to answer to me, are we clear?

Crystal clear, Cochiloco.

Sorry about yesterday, my friend.

It's in the past.

So, how about some pizza to celebrate?

Thanks, Cochi,
but I'm working here with my godfather.

I don't want to leave him hanging.

Won't you let him go, Mr. Rogaciano?

Are you going to get all bossy?

No.

-Let's go.
-I'll go get changed.

Fucking mobsters.

There you go, gorgeous.

Thank you, Cochi.

Benny here and I go way back, right, man?

He always dreamed
about north of the border.

We became friends

because he protected me
from this bully, Big Ears.

What happened to that guy?

The same as everyone.

Those who didn't go north of the border
like you, my friend,

got into the business and bit the dust.

May the Holy Death and Lord Jesus Christ
have them in their glory.

Hey, Cochi, pal,

tell me the truth,
what happened to my brother?

I'm going to tell you
so you can let it go and move on.

Your brother worked for Mr. Reyes,
like the rest of us.

He was a mean motherfucker.

Some bastards kept getting into our turf,
so we fought and…

they shot him.

Motherfuckers.

If it makes you feel any better,

we made them pay with interests, right?

Yeah.

Thank you, Cochi.

But we're not here to weep, Benny,
we're here to celebrate!

Since you brought him up,
here's to the memory

of goddamned Devil, who was the real deal.

-Cheers!
-A real tough guy.

Gloria, get us another bottle.

Hey, girl. I'll take it.

-Hey…
-I want to say hi to a friend.

Fucking bitch.

Benny, meet Mrs. Lupita Solís.

-She was your brother's wife.
-I know.

We've met already, haven't we?

Nice to see you, charro,

especially in such good company.

What did you do to her, Benny,
to get her to treat you like that?

So, now that you're back,
what are you going to do?

I wanted to open an English academy,
but the way things are here,

I think I'm better off
heading back north of the border.

Don't be foolish, Benny.

Why the fuck
would you go back to those gringos,

who treat us like shit? Look.

This country is full of opportunities
to make a fortune, man, isn't it?

Check this out.

My patron saint, made of pure gold.

So, you know.

If you need anything, you can count on me.

No, Cochi, thank you.

-This business is not for me.
-Hold on. Hello?

Yes, boss. What's up?

We'll be there in half an hour.

Hurry up, boys.

Mr. Reyes needs us.

Benny boy,

if you need anything, just let me know.

See you, Cochi.

-Cochi!
-Just put it on my tab, Mr. Camilo!

Still mad at me, Lupita?

What's it going to be?

Can I get you anything else,
or just the lady?

Neither, thanks.

If you're neither eating nor fucking,
get lost, you bastard.

Have a good day, charro.

Godson.

Shit is getting worse by the day.

Not even flies
show up around here anymore.

Remember that,
before you went to "Gringoland,"

I was going to open a mechanic's shop?

Yes, what happened?

In this fucking country,

you don't do what you want,
you do what you can.

It's a miracle
I haven't had to sell Reyes my shop.

And who are these Reyes
that everybody keeps talking about?

Allegedly, they are breeders.

Everybody knows them
as the Reyes from the North.

The old man, Mr. José, is the big boss.

That motherfucker

handles all the dirty business
in this area and the outskirts.

Drug dealing, kidnapping,
prostitution, smuggling,

and every dirty crap you can imagine.

But the fucker is protected

by people high up the ladder.

And the other guy?

His brother, Mr. Pancho,

is the toughest guy in San Francisco.

What's going on between the two of them?

Things got ugly when José
decided his son, Jesús, would be his heir.

The other Reyes, Pancho, was pissed off

and he declared war on his brother.

Ever since, they are fighting this war
for their turf,

and it keeps going on and on.

Wow, what a soap opera.

It's no fucking soap opera, Godson.

This narc war has taken more lives
than the Revolution.

I hope that friend of yours, Cochiloco,
didn't offer you a job.

Are you kidding, Godfather?
I would never get into any of that.

Look, Godson.

Every single thing I own,

which is basically this shop,

is as much yours as mine.

But don't be so stupid
so as to follow your brother's footsteps.

Of course I won't, Godfather.

Now, since you just made me partner,

is there any way
you could lend me some money?

PROTECT US, MOTHER

What is it? To what do I owe the honor?

Hi, sister-in-law.
I just wanted to raise a white flag.

They're really pretty.

Thanks.

Come on in.

This one is from the time
we went to Mazatlán.

Some holidays…

The bastard disappeared for three days.

He showed up with a bullet in his shoulder
and soaked in blood.

We didn't even get to visit the cathedral.

Did you get married?

He kept proposing,

but every time we were about to marry,
he made up some excuse.

Nevertheless,
I never doubted he truly loved me.

The boy had good taste.

Don't mock me, okay?

I know I look awful now,

but when I was young,
people would stop to check me out.

Nobody mocks you, doll,
you can still make the whole world stop.

Easy, charro.

Can't you tell I'm confused?

"Confused," my ass!

I can see you feel the same way I do.

-Yes.
-Right?

What's up, Namesake?

Where the hell were you?

-Around.
-"Around"…

You were out drinking again, weren't you?

Just a beer, Mom.

Straight to bed.

And you'll be sorry if you don't get up
in time for school tomorrow!

Okay, Mom, I can take a hint.

I'll leave the two of you alone.

See you, Uncle Benny.

-Sure--
-Have fun with my mom.

Fucking kid.

He's barely 14.
What will I do when he's older?

What gives me the chills
is how much he looks like my brother.

They even speak alike.

You also look a lot like him.

You know what I was thinking
while you were kissing me?

You know what, Lupita?

I think, I'll be on my way.

It's getting a little late and…

No, don't go, charro.

I know what I'm saying.

Come here.

This charro got fucking lucky.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

You're such a pig.

Am I?

Don't worry, love.

I'll take care of you and your boy.
You will never have to work again.

Thank you, my Devil.

What was that, doll?
What do you mean, "my Devil"?

Sorry, I got mixed up.

So, where did you spend the night, boy?

I went over to my mom's.

And it got late, so I stayed over.

Your mom?

Yeah, your mom, sure.

I wasn't born yesterday, Godson.

There's your mom right now, boy.

-What's up, doll?
-Benny, I'm in deep shit.

-Deep shit? What happened, love?
-Your fucking nephew was at it again.

-He got arrested.
-Arrested? Are you kidding me?

And I have a date with these gentlemen,
so I can't go anywhere.

Do you think you can take care of it?

Of course, my love. Don't worry, I…

But I don't have any money.

I have 3,000 they paid up front,
and 5,000 from Mr. Camilo.

-That should be enough.
-Sure, don't worry.

I'll take care of my nephew.

Thanks.

I'll leave it to you.
If I finish early, I'll see you at home.

Fucking tramp.

I don't think 8,000 pesos will be enough,
Mr. García.

You know whose van
that felon nephew of yours tried to steal?

The very municipal president's.

Your nephew isn't a first offender,
which leaves us no choice

but to send him to juvie. Right, Amaya?

Couldn't have said it better, Chief.

Commander,
I understand this is no petty theft, but…

is there any other way to settle this?

Jeez, Mr. García.

You're starting to remember
how we do things here in Mexico.

So… how much is this going to cost me?

Just for you,

knowing you just got back to Mexico,
I'll leave it at just…

fifty K.

Fifty thousand pesos?

Where am I supposed to get
that kind of money?

The kid has already been booked.

If you don't get the cash by 12:00,
we'll just have to move forward.

What is it, Benny? What's the emergency?

Shit, Cochi. I'm in a real mess,
and I need to make some quick cash.

Come on, you bastards, fuck off!

Hurry!

What kind of mess?
Do you need us to off someone?

No, Cochi. I would never…

They got my nephew behind bars,

and I need 50,000 pesos
to help my… sister-in-law get him out.

Don't tell me there's something going on
between you two.

Fucking Benny.

I heard of people fucking their cousins,
but your sister-in-law? You bastard.

Don't get things wrong, Cochi.

The point is to help my nephew.

Yeah, fuck, sure.

Because you're such a kind soul,
right, man?

Your new chick is so fucking hot, man!

Don't be rude, Cochi.
The thing is, I really need the money and…

you said, if I ever needed a job,
I could count on you.

Look, Benny.

As a dealer,

you can make a ton of money,

but it's not an easy job.

You've got to be tough, man.

I have thought this through, Cochi.

I don't really think I have a choice.

You know how tough things are right now.

Consider it done.

I'll talk to my boss about it.

But let me warn you:
once you're in, there's no going back.

-You got that?
-Thank you so much, Cochi.

Check it out.

Get familiar with our stuff.
This is what we send to the States.

-No, I'm not into that shit.
-Come on, motherfucker!

Cochi, this… is some good grass.

This motherfucking weed
is the true treasure of Sierra Madre, man!

Oh, yes.

Oh, my boy.

You have no idea
what you're getting into, man.

What's up, Tadeo?
We're here to see the boss.

A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN
RANCH OF THE REYES FAMILY

Keep your cool, Benny.

The boss doesn't bite.

Just listen and keep quiet.

-Got it?
-Okay.

The boss is loaded.

This is just one of his many properties.

He's made a fortune with the business.

Although what he's really into
is cock fights and livestock.

-Really?
-Picture this.

He gets up every morning

just to milk his cows
and feed his roosters.

It's an unfair world.

Puff out your chest!
So you look tougher.

Come in.

Wait here, okay?

I'll go get Mr. José.
And remember, keep your mouth shut.

Sir, Benjamín García, at your orders.

Come in.

Sit down, make yourself at home.

Thank you, sir.

So, you're Pedro's brother, right?

-Yes, sir.
-Famous old "Devil."

A good element, but too crazy and brash.

I heard you spent a long time
in the United States.

Then, you'll agree with me.

I say it's the gringos
who fucked this country up.

Those damn fucking Yankees
have stripped us of everything we had

thanks to the indulgence
of the fucking presidents we've had.

They just bend over, lick their boots,

and then turn around
to let the gringos fuck them in the ass.

That's capitalism, they say.

Haven't they noticed that people like me
can screw them finely and nicely?

Dad.

You sound more and more like a politician.

Those gringos are our best clients,

and you say all those things about them.

Son of a fucking bitch!

You think you know better than I do?

Don't you ever disrespect me again,
you bastard!

Get out of here!
Go to your mother, you fucker.

Fucking kid.

It's my fault, I've spoiled him.

But sometimes
he just crosses the line and…

One thing I want you to know.

I regard those who work with me
as family members.

But in this business,

there are certain rules and principles
you must follow

if you don't want to end up
with a bullet between your eyes.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Number one, honesty,

number two, integrity,

and number three, silence.

Complete silence.

Blabbing
can get you a one-way ticket to Hell.

-Do you understand?
-Yes, sir.

And one more thing:
you need to be very discrete.

Don't go around showing off
like these idiots.

You can see the kind of crooks they are
from miles away.

Look,

my son Jesús will be your boss.

He's my only son and I love him to death.

If anything happens to him,
you're paying with your life.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

I'm giving you this upfront,

so you can get equipped.

You can pay me back later.

Just be careful, García.

Be careful.

There's a lot of money in this business,
but there's also a lot of temptation.

If you're smart,
you won't get hooked on the shit we sell.

The new Pope said so himself:

"Filling your body with garbage
is living in deadly sin."

-Do you understand?
-Yes, sir.

-God bless you.
-Thank you, boss.

I guarantee you won't regret it.

Reyes, you motherfucker!

I warn you,
next time you lay a hand on my boy,

I will cut your balls off,
you son of a bitch!

And you know it's not an empty threat!

My queen, the boy was being disrespectful!

Don't lie to me, Reyes!

Come here, sweetie.

Your father is going to apologize.

Goddamned old prick!

You'd better apologize to my son
or else you'll have to deal with me.

-I'm sorry, my boy.
-Okay, Dad.

You see, J.R.?

Your father is such a sweet man.

By the way, my queen,

I'd like you to meet Benjamín,

Devil's brother.

He's going to be working with us.

Very nice to meet you, boy.

Excuse me, bosses.

Excuse me.

Thank you, love. They're gorgeous.

And this dress…

Where did you say you're working?

With a breeder who wants me
to look after his cows.

The old man turned out to be very nice.

He even gave me some money in advance.

You're working with Cochiloco as a thug,
aren't you?

You know what?

Take your money.

What do you want, García?

To end up like your brother?

Don't say that, doll.

You're getting it all wrong.

You saw me try to get a job.

But I don't really have a choice here.

It scares me to death.
God already took one man from me.

I promise you,
it's just until we save enough money.

Then we'll pay off our debts
and the three of us can go to the States.

Promise me
you won't turn into your brother.

I swear to the Virgin of Guadalupe
I won't. Come here, love.

HOTEL AND RESTAURANT
THE ROCKY GROUND

Alright, Benny.

Welcome to the business.
This is our first delivery.

Pay attention so you learn the ropes.

Okay, Cochi.

Hey there, Mr. Eme.

What's up, Cochi?

Why the long face? Rough week?

I'm fucking sick of this business.

I haven't slept in five days
and can barely make ends meet.

This damn economic crisis
has really hit me hard.

Don't complain, Mr. Eme.

Every time I drive by the motel,
I see a ton of horny couples.

Crisis or no crisis,
people will never stop fucking.

Who is this?

My partner, Benny.

He's going to take over
when I'm on holidays or retired.

Be nice to him.

Benjamín García, at your service.

What's it going to be, Mr. Eme?

Give me 20 grams,

a quarter of dope, no molly,

a pack of coke, 12 rocks

and about… 200 speed pills,
that's what people are into nowadays.

That's one hell of a crisis, Mr. Eme.

Any needles?

Rohypnol, porn?

I got this one
with a Swedish broad and a donkey…

Motherfucker!

No. How much do I owe you?

There, for your sodas.

Okay.

See you next week, Mr. Eme.
Have a good one!

I'll have a good jerk-off, you fucker.

How much
is this whole briefcase worth, Cochi?

We're talking about a lot of money,
Benny.

But to the boss, it's peanuts.

His true business
is wholesale import and export.

That's where the real money is.

The thing is that, with this damn crisis,
our competitors are taking over.

Any random dude can get a gun now
and try to steal your turf.

I hope we won't kill
the goose that lays the golden eggs.

The cops, Cochi.

-Damn it, we're screwed!
-Take it easy. Relax, man.

Just hide the briefcase under the seat.

Hey there, Cochiloco. How's work?

Just fine, Commander. How about you?

What are you doing
with that fucking Chicano?

He just started working with Mr. José,
so I'm showing him the business.

Tell him how things work around here.

Commissions, especially.

Don't worry, Commander.
I'll make sure he knows the fees.

See you around, you fucking crooks.

Jeez, Cochi.

That cop scared the shit out of me!
Fucking pig--

Hey, Cochi, you don't happen
to have any speed on you by any chance?

I'm on duty tonight.

Check the glove compartment,

see if there's a brown jar
for the Commander, Benny.

Alright, you bastards. Get lost.

Especially you, Chicano.

Fuck, Benny. You're white as a ghost.

Let's go grab a drink
to get your blood pumping.

Let's just stay away
from the Mexico Saloon.

If Lupita sees me like this,
she'll give me hell.

I'll take you to a really nice place,
not that damn den your lady works at.

Try to keep it cheap, Cochi.
To be honest, I'm short on cash.

Look, a gift from the Reyes.

Isn't that the boss' money?

Of course it's the boss', you asshole.

You think he'll notice
if a tiny bit is missing?

What if he does, Cochi?

Don't worry.
It's all part of the business.

We don't just put our asses on the line
for nothing.

Just make sure you never get caught.
And don't overdo it.

Thanks you for your advice.

THE GOLDEN ROOSTER

So, do you like this place?
Isn't it the fucking best?

It is fucking amazing.

So, man? How do you like the job?

Like any other job, it's a matter
of getting the hang of it, I guess.

How did it go with the Reyes?
Was the boss nice to you?

To be honest, I thought he'd be rougher,
but he actually seems like a nice guy.

Nice guy? You're out of your damn mind.

Mr. José is the worst motherfucker
ever to have set foot on this land.

That's why he's the fucking top gun.

May St. Jude
and our patron saint of narcs, Malverde,

keep him in good health for years.

Because the day Mr. José leaves us,
we're totally screwed.

If the business falls
in the hands of that imbecile J.R.,

in less than a month,
the Panchos will kick our asses

and our turf will be theirs.

Yes.

We have to watch out
for those motherfuckers, Benny,

really watch out.

The second I run into
one of these Panchos,

I'll shoot him between the eyes.

You see, you fuckers?

I told you Benny here was the shit.

To Benny!

Cheers! So, what now?

Let's give him a real welcome!

Let's get some chicks.

Lola! Get over here!

Cochiloco,
if Lupita finds out I fooled around,

she'll cut my balls off!

Don't be such a pussy!
Come on, just have some fun!

-What are you doing here?
-Treat him gently, honey.

You scared me, honey.

I promise you, baby,
I'll take care of you and your boy,

and you will never need to work again.

Come on, Benny.

Get dressed now!
We have to get the fuck out of here!

But, Cochi, I haven't finished.

Cut the crap! It's work!
The bosses are waiting for us!

-Come on, motherfucker!
-You hear that, honey? Speed it up!

What happened, Cochi? What's the rush?

I was giving it to her so good,
why did you make me stop?

-That brunette was--
-Have some of this shit.

-No, Cochi. You know I--
-I said, "Have some," man!

If J.R. and the boss
catch a hold of us in this state,

our balls are on the line.
Come on. Sniff it up.

Alright.

Hello?

Don't worry, J.R. We're on our way.

We're on it.

Yes, I know
the boss wants him today, alive.

We'll be there by 12:00.

Sure.

Alright, Cochi, fill me in.

I feel like new, man.

I think you're about to have
your true baptism, Benny. Brace yourself.

Wipe your nose, man.

What's up, man?

Where's your brother?

-Let's see the money first.
-Fucking snitch!

Selling your brother for 1,000 pesos.

Is there anyone you won't screw over?

I'm a poor man.

You don't remember what it's like.

Plus, that shitty brother of mine
never gave me a hand.

Cut the crap.
Spit it out before I get more pissed.

He walked in there a couple of hours ago.

He's probably still there.

I hope he left, man,

so I can take it out on you.

-I swear he's in there.
-Fine, you rat.

And remember:

what goes around, comes around.

Load your gun, Benny,
and get the packing tape.

Listen,

if anyone tries to make a run for it,

I'm shooting them.

Cockroach!

Cockroach!

Come on, lady.

Don't play the fool.
Tell me where Cockroach is.

Don't be such an asshole, Cockroach!

Come out by the count of three
or I'm killing your family. One!

-Two!
-Okay, take it easy!

I'm right here, Cochi.

-Tie the fucker up!
-No!

Please, don't do it, Cochi!

For old times' sake, let me just
say goodbye to my wife and kids.

Alright.
You have one minute, and counting.

Give me your blessing.

See you. Take care of the kids.

Let's go!

Come on, motherfucker!

Come on!

Listen, Cockroach,

you know you won't make it.

In honor of our friendship,
I'll give you the chance to get back

at the fucker who sold you out.

Thanks, Cochi.

You've always been a stand-up guy.

There you go.

Try any funny business,
and I'll make you suffer even more.

Keep an eye on him, Benny.

Pánfilo!

Pánfilo!

Pánfilo!

Pánfilo!

Goddamned Pánfilo.

We got here together,
we're leaving together, motherfucker!

Thank you, Cochi.

You're the best.

Just please don't take me to the boss.

You can shoot me here, next to my brother,

but please don't turn me in
to that motherfucker!

Sorry, Cockroach.

I was clearly instructed
to bring you back alive.

Come on!
The boss is going to let us have it.

Come on!

Let's go!

Who do you think you are?

We've been waiting around for hours
like idiots.

We'll settle that later.

First things first.

What happened, Cockroach?

You worked for me for years
with no complaints.

I always paid you good money.

So, why did you go to the cops?

No?

What did you tell them?

If you tell me everything you said,
down to the very last detail,

I'll let you go.

I swear I didn't say a thing, boss.
Not a word.

I hope that's true.

Otherwise,
I'll do away with your kids too.

I swear to the Holy Virgin,
I didn't say anything.

We know everything, you fuck.

Okay, Cockroach, I believe you.

I do.

The thing is that in this business,

there are certain rules and principles
that need to be followed.

You know what happens to snitches,
don't you?

Cochiloco.

Hand me the machete.

You, hold his head.

Hold it!

No!

Come on! Open up!

Open up, motherfucker!

Now, this is for stealing.

Come on.

And this is for being an asshole.

-Come on, son.
-Yes, Dad.

What happened, love?

You don't want to know, doll.

Just look at my hands.

You probably had to do something awful,
didn't you?

No, not me.

The boss. He's a lunatic!

I swear, today was the worst day
of my entire life.

I can't even imagine.

But the way things are going,
you have to toughen up and keep working.

We are doing a little better, aren't we?

I honestly don't know if I can, doll.

Listen, honey,

the only thing we can't get used to

is starvation.

You're right.

You've got a point there.

-How are you, madam?
-What's up?

How very discreet of you.

I owe you, right?

Come on, Cochi.

FUCKING ASSHOLES
A MEMENTO FROM THE RELLES FROM THE NORTH

I'M A CHARRO, I'M A SNITCH
I'M A COWARD AND A BITCH

LONG LIVE MEXICO

Fucking Benny,
I didn't know you were a poet.

I christen thee "Gringa,"

in the name of the Father and of the Son
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

What did the fucking gringo say?

He can make 75,000 dollars for everything,

including the grenades and the bazooka.

The whole lot?

Well, tell him we'll take it.

-Oh, yeah.
-Nice to meet you.

HEROES OF THE BICENTENARY PRIMARY SCHOOL

Ladies and gentlemen,

social justice was,
is, and shall always be

an eternal debt to our beloved Mexico.

But today, as we celebrate
200 years of our Independence Day,

and 100 years since the Revolution,

events that have given us a proud nation,

thanks to the great generosity
of Mr. José and Mrs. Mari Reyes,

with the big hearts and the patriotism
God has granted them,

we receive this wonderful school
they have donated to our municipality.

The entire community
of San Miguel Arcángel,

and especially Mexican children,

who are the future of our country,

shall be eternally grateful.

God bless you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes.

How about our new national heroes, Cochi?

And now, to conclude
this commemorative ceremony,

join us as we proudly sing
our national anthem.

Mexicans, at the cry of war

Assemble the steel and the bridle

And the Earth trembles to its core

To the resounding roar of the cannon…

What's up, Texan?

What's up, Cochi?

How's life treating you?

Hanging in there.

I don't give in without a fight.

-And you?
-As good as ever.

Is it all there
or will you make me double-check?

No need, Cochi.
When have I ever let you down?

You know
I always bring you the good stuff.

Let me try it.

Hand it to me, son.

Let's see.

It's good, man.

-And the opium?
-My dear Cochi.

Allow me to give you some friendly advice:

trusting people is good,

but not trusting them is even better.

Fuck, Texan, you never change.
Give the man his money, Benny.

-Looks good.
-Right?

Come on, boy, help me with the money.

Teodolo! Get the goods.

My dear Cochi.

Always a pleasure to do business with you,
Texan.

See you around.

Until next time. Come on, boy.

Taste this shit.

Check out the quality of the stuff
Texan sells us.

What's his story?

Is he really a gringo?

He was born in Brownsville,
his parents are from Reynosa.

He says he's a gringo,

but he's as Mexican as nopals.

And he gets to keep all that cash?

He does.

Texan is what people in the business
call a "coyote."

The guys spends months up in the hills
buying from the peasants.

He buys them their poppy and weed,

comes down, and sells them to the boss
at ten times the price.

I think there wouldn't be
as many problems with agriculture

if there weren't
so many fucking intermediaries.

What does this asshole want?

Good afternoon, my friends.

What's up, Mendoza?
Why are you blocking the road?

It turns out, Cochi,
we had a 3-18 at kilometer 20.

The road is closed.

Quit wasting my time
with your "3-18" bullshit.

Come on, we're in a hurry.

I'm terribly sorry, Cochi.

A truck tipped over.

This damn road will be closed
for a few hours.

Why not going around the nopal field?

Nopal field? You goddamned motherfucker!

Screw all of this.

I'm sorry, Cochi,

orders are orders.

Benny! It's the Panchos! Duck!

Follow that fucker, Benny!

Don't let the son of a bitch get away!

Don't shoot!

I'll give you anything if you let me go.

Don't do it, please, just let me go.

Fuck, Benny.

I couldn't have shot him like that.
Just look at him.

And I thought
you weren't cut out for this job.

Hat off, man.

We have to thank God
things turned out the way they did.

I had already sold this shipment
to the gringos.

We had to deliver.

You showed you've got balls, boys.

Thank you, boss.

If it weren't for my fucking brother…

What a jealous prick.

He crossed the line.

Dad, if we don't put Uncle Francisco
in his place,

things could get even uglier.

Yes, my boy.

That's why we'll send him
my nephews' bodies.

Maybe that will cool him down.

So, fucking Pancha?

Who's the big fucker now, huh?

-Fucking fag.
-That's enough, J.R.

Don't mess with your cousins.

For the memory of your grandma,
respect your family.

And for you two,

a token of my appreciation.

There you go.

Don't be idiots,
don't spend it right away.

No need to show off.

Don't worry, boss. And thanks again.

Thanks, boss.

Come over here, boy.

I'm going to teach you
how to classify the goods.

What's this all about, Benjamín?

-What's up, Mom?
-Did you win the lottery?

How are you?

As promised.

Look what I got you.

It's a TV set,
so you can watch your soap operas

and forget about this crappy life
for a while.

It's gorgeous. Thank you, my son.

Let's see, Mom.

There you go.

You followed in your brother's footsteps,
didn't you?

Of course not, Mom.
What makes you say that?

The way you're dressed,
what else could you be up to?

It's your choice.

Just don't break my heart like he did.

-Don't worry, Mom.
-Come on in, son.

I can't, Mom. I have to get back to work.

What about that watch?
Can I have that too?

Of course, Mom. You name it.

Come here.

I'll stop by soon, Mom.

Hold on.

I almost forgot.

You didn't give me your blessing, Mom.

Who cares about a blessing?

My neighbor's son got her
a "wasman" from the other side.

Could you get me one?

Of course, Mom.

I'll get you one with MP3 player.

Wow. Thanks. Okay, now for that blessing.

See you around, Mom.

What do you guys think?

Come on. Try it out, boy.

-It's ours?
-Yup.

What do you think, honey?

It's beautiful, love.

Go on, dress up.
We're going to celebrate.

-You like it, boy?
-Yes!

Come on, it's getting late.

What are we doing here?

I don't like this place.

Come on, love.
I have a big surprise for you.

OLIVE FIELDS MUNICIPAL GRAVEYARD

IN LOVING MEMORY OF PEDRO GARCÍA, "DEVIL"

FOREVER IN THE HEARTS OF HIS WIFE LUPITA,
HIS SON BENJAMÍN, AND HIS BROTHER BENNY

REST IN PEECE

My goodness, love.

You earned your place in Heaven.

Wait until you see this.

Good evening, Namesake.

-Hey, Uncle Benny.
-What's up?

I just wanted to thank you
for what you did for my dad.

He was my brother.

And I loved him to death.

Uncle Benny, can I ask you a favor?

When I get killed, if you're still around,

can I get a grave with a corrido
like Dad's?

What kind of bullshit is that,
"when I get killed"?

I'm going to make sure
you walk a straight line,

no matter what it takes.

See you tomorrow, kid.

I swear, today was
one of the best days of my life, love.

Really?

Well, I still have
a little something for you.

-Really?
-Look.

Tomorrow, hand this money to Mr. Camilo

and quit the Mexico Saloon,
how about that?

This is a ton of money, love.

What if we hang on a little longer?

Not even one more day, honey.

Money is the one thing
we don't have to worry about.

My future wife
can't keep working as a hooker.

I can't let that happen!

Oh, Godson.

You made my dream come true.

THE 4 GARCÍAS'
TIRE REPAIR AND CAR SHOP

And here I was, criticizing you.

It is the least I could do for you,
Godfather.

As soon as I get some more money,
we'll put a car wash right next to it.

-What do you think?
-Let's do it!

Hey, how are your wife and nephew?

I haven't seen them around for a while.

Speaking of the devil.

What's up, doll?

Don't cry, my queen. Stay right there.

Don't do anything stupid.
I'll be there in a minute.

-Is everything okay, Godson?
-I'll explain later, Godfather.

Now all we need is clients.

So then, Mr. Camilo came in
and I gave him the dollars.

But he said that it wasn't enough
and I still owed him interest.

And that I was one of his best hookers,

and he wasn't just going to let
any old pimp take me.

Is that what he said? "Pimp"?

And it didn't stop there.
The fucker started beating me up.

If the other girls hadn't stopped him,
he would've killed me.

Don't worry, doll.

I'll have a talk with that man.

Can't you see we're closed, assholes?

Damn it!

Coming!

You son of a bitch!

You fucker!

Let go of me, man!

Fuck you!

Motherfucker!

Benny, man. Wait.
We have better plans for this bastard.

Fuck him up
so he learns some respect, man.

Shut up, you asshole!

Shut up, Mr. Camilo.

You are going to learn to respect women!

Go ahead.

Okay.

Remember, Benny,

how you always hear in the news
these places are dangerous?

-Yeah.
-I think they're right.

Son of a bitch!

Let's get the fuck out of here!

-Good morning, love.
-Good morning.

-You'll never guessed what happened.
-What happened?

Gloria stopped over early this morning,

and told me the Panchos
burned down the Mexico Saloon.

-No way!
-That's what she said.

Mr. Camilo was nothing
but a piece of coal.

They recognized him by his golden tooth.

Damn, these Panchos are assholes.

I didn't even get the chance
to talk to your boss, love.

There's Cochiloco. I'm off to work.

This job has no fucking schedules.

-Thank you, love!
-You're welcome.

Check him out. What an angel.

STATE POLICE

You're going to get what's coming to you,
you son of a bitch!

Go on!

No! What's wrong, Cochi?
We're pals, you and me.

Cut the crap! We're not even
on speaking terms, you bastard!

Drive, Benny.

I'm going to start with this motherfucker.

Let's go!

Let's get you a nopal field,
motherfucker!

Take that.

So, Mendoza.

How much did the Panchos pay you
for our heads?

I swear they didn't, Cochi.

I swear on my sweet mother!

Don't fuck with me.
Tell me or I'll blow your brains out!

-Spit it out.
-I swear it wasn't me, Cochi!

Have mercy on me!

Think about my kids!

Did you think about mine?

Don't be dumb, Mendoza.

Just tell Cochi the truth,
and I'll help you get out of this.

Thank you. You're a good man.

-Tell Cochi not to kill me!
-Then answer his question.

Six thousand.

That's all those the Panchos gave you,
you piece of shit?

It's more than what I make all month
at the police station!

Three thousand apiece, Benny. No.

No fucking way, man. That's so cheap.
Go ahead, Benny, fuck him up.

Let's see, you asshole.

Do you know what happens to snitches?

No, García!

I'm begging you, García, please!

Please, García! Help me!

I can't, Cochi.

You're missing out
on the best part of the job, Benny.

See?

You know, Benny.

Like the artist José Alfredo Jiménez
said in his song,

life is worth nothing.

For 3,000 fucking pesos,
this son of a bitch almost got us killed.

Tell me the truth, Cochi.

Don't you feel anything,
shooting someone in cold blood like that?

I mean, aren't you afraid…
of going to Hell?

"Hell," my ass.

This right here is Hell.

Remember when we were kids?

The hunger? The damn cold?

The poverty we lived in?

Or like right now,

where assholes like us
have to go around shooting people

because we have no decent way
to make a living?

To me, Hell is in this life, not the next.

You are absolutely right.

What's wrong, Cochi?
Aren't you giving me a ride back home?

Of course.

But this is my place,
and I want you to meet my wife.

You know,
I'm still sick to my stomach, Cochi.

-Look at me.
-Exactly.

We'll grab a beer,

and you can meet my wife. Come on.

Come on, family.

One next to the other, everybody.

I want you to say hi to your uncle Benny.

-Go on now.
-Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening!

Puppy,

Princess,

Shorty, Mariachi,

and my favorite, my firstborn,

Cochiloquito.

And look.

The future of all my futures,

Benny.

Oh, Cochi! Very nice to meet you, madam.

-Nice to meet you.
-Alright.

Off to bed, everyone!

-Goodbye.
-Good night.

-Go on, boy.
-Good night!

Good night! Bye, Puppy.

They're adorable!

Come on, let's have a drink.

Make yourself at home, Benny.
What will you have?

Whatever you say, Cochi.

Let's see.

Cheers, partner!

I have to see it to believe it, Cochi.

Well, one thing is the business
and another thing is my personal life.

What did you think?

That I lived in a cave
and ate human flesh?

No, but seeing you…

Don't take this the wrong way, Cochi,

but it's as if you were two people
at the same time.

Of course.

But if I didn't deal drugs,

how could I provide for my kids?

I'm only doing this
because I have no choice.

No, you've got a point there.

SANDRO'S USED CAR DEALERSHIP

POLICE

The boss is so pissed off.

If he finds out,
he'll chop his head off at the very least.

Alright, motherfuckers! On your knees!

Hands on your heads.

Don't you dare try anything stupid.

What's up with this asshole?

We are screwed, Cochi.

As I was saying, Captain,

arresting these dangerous drug dealers…

is very good proof that the collaboration
between all three levels of government

is working pretty well,

and that the war
the president has declared

on organized crime is gaining strength.

And, believe it or not,
we're actually winning it.

Commander Mancera here,

chief of our heroic police force,

will give you some more details
about these hotshots.

Let's see, Captain.

First we have Eufemio Mata,
also known as "Cochiloco."

He's considered the cartel's leader

and the main distributor of illegal drugs
throughout the region.

Next to him is Benjamín García,
also known as "Benny."

For many years,

he's been importing and exporting
illegal drugs,

and he's connected
with a human trafficking network

in the United States.

-Then we have…
-Hold on there a second, Commander.

Do you have any evidence
for these accusations?

Because it looks like you have here
the most dangerous men in the country.

You know, Captain,

these kinds of criminals
have so many resources,

from expensive lawyers to help them out--

Yes, I understand. May I have a moment?

I would like to speak with them
in private.

Of course. Mancera!

What's going on, boys?

Apparently, you are more dangerous
than all the cartels combined.

Look, motherfuckers,
I'm really after the Reyes.

I know all four of you work for Mr. José,

so you won't tell me a thing right now.

But I'd still like to offer you a deal.

Hear me out, you never know.

Don't beat about the bush, Captain.

Just tell us what you're offering.

We have a very interesting
witness protection program,

exactly like the one in the United States,
which has had great results.

If, for any reason,
you choose to spill the beans,

you come to me.

I offer you freedom and protection.

In exchange,
I want your testimony against the Reyes.

How does that sound?

Think about it.

Take your time. You never know.

Life is full of surprises. Who knows?

Maybe, one of these days,
you could need some help.

Also keep in mind,

being a live rat
is better than being a loyal corpse.

Excuse me.

Fucking federals.

The two of you are nothing
but ungrateful bastards!

Or did you forget who got you your jobs,
you parasites?

Especially you, Félix.

What?

Did you forget how much
I had to donate to your campaign

so you could win the elections?

I should have run for mayor myself,
like my wife kept telling me.

Well, love, you'd certainly be better
than this jerk.

Please, Mr. José,
put yourself in my shoes.

The Federal Government
has us under a lot of pressure

to fight organized crime and…

Haven't you seen
all the commercials on TV?

"At the Federal Government,
we're working for you,

fighting organized crime.
And, believe it or not, we're winning."

Shut your mouth, Jesús.
You sound as dumb as a cheap car salesman.

You're a real idiot, Félix.

What's all this crap
about the Federal Government?

That campaign
is just meant to trick people,

to justify all the money
they're stealing from them.

That federal agent who came over
is the real deal, Mr. José.

And to make things worse,
he stopped by unannounced,

didn't he, partner?

I couldn't have put it better, Mr. José.

Why didn't you just arrest my nephews?

Or my fucking brother?

Did you know they tried to steal our goods
the other day?

Too bad for them, it didn't work out

because my boys here
are some badass motherfuckers

who took good care of them.

-Right, you bastards?
-Yes, sir.

Okay, motherfuckers.
Which one of you is trying to screw me?

-No!
-No!

Don't even think of it, Mr. José! Please!

The thing is,
your boys really crossed the line.

For instance, the other day,
they bumped into Agent Mendoza,

and he's been missing ever since.

Don't give me that crap, Félix!

My boys here don't even take a piss
without my permission.

I'm sure it was the Panchos.

And you have done nothing so far
to arrest them!

But, Mr. José,
it was just the Federal Police this time.

Next time, they're going to send
the entire Army.

You really are a pair of idiots,
aren't you, Félix?

How many times do we have to go over this?

I'm sure my colleagues from Sinaloa
offered them a little something,

and these threats
are just to divert the attention.

But mark my words:

unless you want a war in your streets,
take care of my brother.

You can't say I didn't warn you.

I promise you we will both get to it.

-Right, Mancera?
-Yes, Mr. José.

Excuse me.

Alright, you bastards.

Which one of you wiped out Mendoza
without my permission?

Nobody, sir.

What's wrong, doll?

Benny, I'm so worried about my son.

Can I let you in on a secret?

But you can't say a word.

For a while now,

I have been very slowly
keeping a little extra cash from the boss.

I think, very soon,

we'll have enough to go to the USA,
all three of us.

How does that sound?

Benny, please be careful.
If the Reyes find out, they'll kill you.

I'm no moron, doll.

I keep it well hidden.

I hope you're right,
and we can leave this place for good.

BRODER, JUST SO YOU KNOW
WHOSE COK IS BIGER. ENJOY.

Did you read that?

I forgot, you can't even read!

This proves you've got no balls!

You couldn't handle this.

And since that's the case,

my son is going over to Reynosa
to get some fuckers who can.

Then they will see
who a bad motherfucker is.

This is war, fuckers.

But I swear on my sweet mother,

I will kill my brother and all his family!

Family means nothing to me.

Now get this shit out of here!

Here.

Give…

three thousand dollars to each widow,
so they can bury these suckers.

Alright, let's get going.

You heard my father.

You sleazeballs.

Come on now, take that shit down.

I'm home, doll.

Hey, Benny, how was your day?

It was okay, love.
My boss had taken care of everything.

Why the long face? What's wrong?

Your fucking namesake
didn't spend the night here, again.

Look what I found under his bed.

I think he's into something dangerous.

-What if something happened to him?
-No, honey.

If something had happened,
we'd have known by now.

Don't worry, I'll go out looking for him.

He's going to hear what I have to say.

What's up, Benny? You got some speed?

-Do I look like a fucking dealer to you?
-No.

Listen, boy.

Do you happen to know
where my nephew might be?

He's been missing since yesterday
and his mom is worried sick.

Tell me what you know,
and I'll give you ten bucks.

If it's in speed, I might remember.

-You're a damn minor.
-So what? I'm big enough.

There. Choke on it.

Now, spill the beans.

He's become very friendly
with the Panchos from San Francisco.

He keeps bragging and saying
since he works with them,

he has a ton of money and girls.

Fucking Namesake.

Hey,

don't tell him you heard it from me.

Don't worry, boy.

If you see him,
tell him to go home right away.

-Alright?
-Sure, Benny.

And you know,

if you ever need a tough assistant,

I'm here and ready.

Here, Little Devil,

have some practice.

Go on.

Your mom is worried sick about you
and you're here, wasting your time with…?

-Come on, let's go.
-Can't you tell I'm busy?

Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute.

Fuck, Namesake, cut the crap.
Either you're coming or I'm making you.

Now come on.

Didn't you hear Little Devil, man?

Do you think you can handle
all four of us?

Take it easy, Pancho.

This dude is my uncle, he's cool.

Whatever you say.

Saved by the bell, man.

Come on, Benny.

Go ask your uncle to change your diaper,
Little Devil!

Fucking crooks.

What's up, doll?

Yes, he's right here with me. Don't worry.

Love you, honey.

Do you know who you're hanging out with,
you fool?

Are you stupid, Namesake?

Or do you feel cool out here
acting like a dealer?

This is no game.

Think of your father.

Or me!

If I don't get out of this business soon,

I'll end up just like your father.

Are you trying to follow the tradition

that every guy in this family
has to be a jerk?

Listen up, you bastards.

These guys will teach my cousins.

From now on,
we're working in three groups.

You, García,

are pairing up with Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

You, Huasteco, are working with Shorthorn.

Cochiloco,

since you're my father's most trusted man,

you're working with me.

Dolly and this boy, known as Fruit,
will be helping us out.

-Got it?
-Yes, sir.

Hey, J.R., excuse me.

Is there any chance Dolly and I could…?

Cut the faggotry, Huasteco.

There will be many opportunities
for you and your boyfriend to be together

and do that nasty business you do again.

But right now,
you do what my son tells you to do.

Do you understand?

-Yes, sir.
-Go, then.

We're not paying you to be idle.

Let's go.

-What do you think, Dad?
-Nicely done, my boy.

Keep behaving like a full-fledged man

and you'll become a worthy heir.

Yes, Dad.

If only your grandma
were alive to see you,

tears of joy
would be running down her face.

Yes.

To sum up,

the owner owes the boss some money.

Mr. José's orders were to scare him a bit
so he pays up.

Any questions?

Negative, whitey.

Okay then.

You stay right here.

I'll take care
of the boss' orders myself, got it?

Sure. Okay.

Done, whitey. What now?

-That fast?
-Affirmative.

Hey, Sergeant,

if you don't mind my asking,
how did you do it?

Shit!

-A smoke, Sergeant?
-Negative.

How about a beer?

The cooler is in the back.

They're really cold. Don't you want one?

No.

You're not from around here,
are you, Sarge?

No.

May I ask where you're from, Sergeant?

Oaxaca.

So, what's your story?
Were you in the Army?

Look, whitey.

Let's make this short:
my name is Benito Juárez

and I like to be called "the 'Patrot'."

And just to be very clear,

I didn't quit the Army
so I could make friends,

I quit the Army
to make a shit-ton of money, okay?

Affirmative?

And to keep things smooth
between the two of us,

you call me "Sergeant" or "sir,"

not those damn gringo expressions,
like that "Sarge" crap.

Am I being clear, whitey?

Alright, Sergeant.

What's up, Cochi? Do you miss me already?

Where are you?

Hang on, Cochi! Hang on! I'm on my way!

Cochi! Cochi!

Damn it…

-What's wrong, whitey?
-All hell broke loose.

Cochi…

What happened, Cochi? How are you?

The Panchos kicked our asses, Benny.

We're screwed.

How did they catch you off guard, Cochi?
What happened?

Some fucker must have tipped them off.
They caught us having lunch.

By the time I realized who they were,
I could shoot those two over there, but…

Mr. Francisco and his fucking kids
made a run for it.

Where is J.R.?

J.R. and Dolly are in there.

Go see them.

LIFE HAS MANY TUISTS AND TURNS, BROTHER
WERE COMING FOR YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE

Apparently, my boss' son liked them young.

Look what he did to my nephew.

Damn it, Sergeant.

We're going to have to bring him
to Mr. José.

Now we're definitely screwed.

Yeah.

I'm going to put an end to all this crap,
my son, I swear!

I'm going to squash
each of your kids like rats, Francisco!

Damn you, Francisco, you fucker!

Tell me everything, you bastards!

Tell me what my son was doing!
Where were you?

The truth is,
they ambushed us down the road, boss.

The Panchos greatly outnumbered us.

But, from the bottom of my heart,
J.R. fought back like a hero!

"Hero," my ass, you fuck!
You think I didn't know my own son?

He was such a kind soul.

You'd better be telling me the truth!

-Huasteco.
-Yes, boss?

Do you have enough weapons and ammunition
to get rid of my brother?

Yes, boss, the warehouse is loaded.

We'll fuck them up.

Don José.

Don José, I just heard.
You have no idea how sorry I am.

My most sincere condolences, Mrs. Mari.

Mrs. Mari, I'm so sorry.

Shut the fuck up, you asshole!

What a tragedy! My goodness!

We'll declare a day of mourning
in San Miguel.

To lose such a brilliant young man,

with such a promising future in politics--

-You too! Shut up, you jerk!
-Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

This is fucking war, motherfuckers!

If my brother thinks
this is going to stop me,

he has another thing coming!

I'll show him whose cock is bigger!

Don't lose your temper, Mr. José.

War never solves anything.

I vow to you, and to God, our Lord,

that Commander Mancera and I

will get the culprits
and make sure justice is served.

We will avenge your son's death.

What do you have to say, Mancera?

Didn't I tell you to stop my nephews?

We've already begun the investigation.

You, bastard, and nobody else,
are responsible for my son's death!

If you'd done as my husband told you to,
this wouldn't have happened, you jerk!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Mari,
but you can't blame this on me.

The problem is,
your husband has a lot of enemies in--

Thank you, my love.

You can always read my mind.

And you, Félix,
anything you'd like to add?

Then get the fuck out of here.

And get a new Head of Police,
one who has some balls.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

And you,

you, motherfucker!

You and I have a lot to talk about!

But first, go fuck yourself,

and take
these worthless pieces of shit with you!

-Get the fuck out of here!
-Yes, sir.

Mari…

-Oh, honey!
-Oh, dear!

What happened, Uncle Benny?

Did you see the mess
your little friends started?

They killed J.R. and Dolly.

Let's see if you listen to me now.

Benny, you have to be careful.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Mr. José swore he'll kill the Panchos,

and I think he meant it.

Okay.

Don't leave the house
until things cool down.

It's about to get ugly out there.
And this time, it will be a bloodbath.

I mean it.

As we all know,
the Lord works in mysterious ways.

But there are certainties,
both here on Earth and in Heaven,

in which to find comfort
even in the most painful times.

Who can deny that such a kind young man

with a heart of gold
like our beloved Jesús

is now, as is his namesake,
at the right hand of the Father?

Heaven, my friends, is not just for saints

but also for men
like our beloved Jesús Reyes.

May he rest in peace.

Amen.

Revenge, Lord!

Revenge is all I ask of you, God Almighty!

And not figuratively.

As you have taken him,

take the sons of bitches
who took him from me.

Take care of my family, partner.

I hope my orphan children
will do well in life.

Don't say those things, Cochi.

-Maybe nothing will happen.
-Come on, Benny.

You saw the way
the boss was looking at me.

You know what I hate the most
about leaving this world?

That I won't get to meet your godson.

Let me ask you this, partner.

If Mr. José declares war on his brother,
who is the toughest shooter around?

What kind of question is that, partner?

The boss is loaded,

so he can get whoever the fuck he wants
from anywhere in the world.

He'll never forgive me for this.

And he's right.

Keep a positive mindset, partner.

Your family needs you.

Cochi!

A black man with a pig face
said you should go home right away.

Okay.

Didn't I tell you, man?

Damn it!

No, no!

No!

No! Cochiloquito, no!

No!

My boy…

Cochiloquito…

Cochiloquito…

THAT'S THE WAY IT IS:
AN AYE FOR AN AYE, A SON FOR A SON

Wait for my wife to get home,

and tell her I loved her to death, Benny.

-Please, take care of my family.
-Of course, Cochi.

What are you going to do?

Justice, Benny.

-Nothing but justice.
-Let me come with you.

No.

This mess is between
that motherfucker Mr. José and me.

I told you so, didn't I?

It's in this life,

not in any other,
that we're in Hell, Benny.

Sorry I'm late, but you know,

I had another six wakes today, I mean…

Let's just pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven…

MAY GOD LIGHT THEIR PATH
MAY GOD HAVE THEM IN HIS GLORY

Listen closely, you bastards.

After the awful loss
our family has suffered,

the only thing left to do is to get rid

of the pack of rats
that are my brother and his kin.

I promised it to my son
before he went down to his grave.

And I'm going to fulfill that promise!

And you, fucking Benny!

Forget those damn ideas.

Your friend Cochiloco,
who was like a son to me,

was offed by the Panchos.

Do you understand?

Stop looking so sorry, motherfuckers!

You have no feelings!

You're only here for the fucking money!

What wouldn't we give

to have our son back with us?

My entire fortune, motherfuckers!

But since that's impossible,

I offer you a deal.

I will give you 100,000 dollars

for the head of each motherfucker
involved in my son's murder.

Do the math, you bastards.

Each of you can make
more than half a million,

more than you could ever dream of.

But let me make this very clear…

I want their motherfucking heads.

And not just my nephews',

I want my brother's head too.

I also want the head of a motherfucker
I'm sure you know all too well.

The head of the one who betrayed us.

In fact,

I'll give you an extra 200,000 dollars
for that fucker's head.

But let me warn you,

be very careful
about trying to screw me or betray me.

This time,
I won't just kill one of your children,

I'll turn your entire families
into meatballs, do you understand?

Come here, honey.

Boys,

when my husband says we want
the heads of our son's murderers,

he's not saying it figuratively.

We want their heads!

Look, whiteys,

don't take this the wrong way,

but I've noticed you are a bit dumb.

I won't let you do something stupid,
I won't risk it.

So, Shorthorn and myself
are going to execute the boss' orders.

You just get us there

and tell us who we need to take care of.

Affirmative?

Fucking whiteys.

Fucking dumbasses.

Shorthorn here says
you don't need to worry about your money.

THE OFFICE BAR

This is where Pancho Macana
does his business.

He's bald, has a mustache…

-He's very big and…
-Hey!

What do you think about these swine,
Benny?

I think they were trained by the CIA.

That's not them, Sergeant!

Damn it!

Get out of here!

Where are you going?

Get up there.

Come on, all the way back.

Let's go, whitey.

Son of a bitch!

Come here!

Don't move, motherfuckers.

Let's go, whitey!

Are you sure that's all of them, man?

Sergeant, I told you,
I know the Panchos closely.

I know them from the days when Mr. José
and his brother worked together.

We just need to find Mr. Francisco.

You fucking son of a bitch,
you're dead already.

But to have a painless death,

I'm going to give you
three chances to tell us

who told you where the boss' son would be.

One…

Go fuck yourself, you piece of shit.

Shorthorn.

Two…

Fuck you and your fucking mother!

Three.

So, little Pancho.

I was really nice to your brother

and gave him three chances.

You're just getting one.

Who was the fucking rat?

It was the boy!

The boy from San Miguel.

Atta boy,

nice and helpful.

What's his name?

I swear… I swear I don't know, man.

I just know they called him
"Little Devil," that's all.

…Little Devil.

Let's see, whiteys.

Since you are both from San Miguel,

do you know
who this Little Devil could be?

-No.
-Honestly, me neither, Sergeant.

But he shouldn't be hard to find.

Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's go find these fuckers' father,

so we can finish
the task the boss gave us.

Shorthorn,

hand me the machetes.

You two!

I know I told you not to get involved,

but you got too lazy!

Get some bags for the heads!

COCK FIGHTING RING
SAN FRANCISCO CITY HALL

Wait here, whiteys.

Sons of bitches!

Move and I'll blow your brains out!

Don't move, motherfucker.

Mr. Pancho Reyes,

we brought you some presents
on behalf of your brother.

You goddamned sons of bitches!

LETS SEE IF THIS TEECHES YOU TO RISPECT
THE REYES FROM THE NORTH, FUCKERS

Little Devil…

Let's see, Namesake,

what did you tell the Panchos,
you idiot?

-Nothing!
-Don't play dumb!

Namesake, you were the one who ratted
and told the Panchos where to find J.R.

Man up and tell me the damn truth!

Do you know what those people are called?

Blabbermouths, squealers, snitches!

Rats! Traitors!

And, in case you didn't know,
there's nothing worse in the world!

Tell me!

What did they give you in exchange? A gun?

Money? Drugs? A car?

Why did you do it, Namesake?

Because fucking J.R. and damn Mr. José
killed my father!

That's why I did it!

That's bullshit, Namesake.

It's not bullshit, Uncle Benny.

Do you want to know the truth? Look.

Where did you get that?

One of the Panchos who worked with Dad
gave it to me.

He had it because he was there
when they killed him.

Do you think this is true?

Benny, I don't know what to say.

That was
your brother's most prized possession.

He didn't have it when they killed him.

I need to go somewhere.

I need to know the truth.

There's only one person
who knows what really happened.

Don't go! Don't do anything crazy!

Pack up my nephew's stuff,
and don't let anybody in until I get back!

-Who the fuck is it?
-It's me, Huasteco. Benny.

Open up.

What's up, Benny?

What made you come over this late?
Come on in.

Have a seat.

What?

-Can I get you some tequila?
-No, Huasteco.

I'm just here because there's something
that's been eating me up.

Well, what is it, Benny?

Huasteco, tell me the truth,

who the fuck killed my brother?

Didn't Cochiloco,
may he rest in peace, tell you?

Don't obsess about it
and try to get some rest.

Cut the crap.

Look what I found.

I'm not leaving
until either I know the truth

or there's a bullet in your head.

It's up to you.

-Do you really want to know?
-To the very last detail, motherfucker.

Well, the truth is, Benny,

your little brother,
who, between us two, was a great man,

truly crossed the line one day,

and Mr. José and J.R.,
couldn't let him get away with it.

And you and Cochi
knew about it the whole time?

We didn't just know about it,

we were right there when it happened.

And how did those motherfuckers kill him?

I think you lost your mind.

-Why do you want to know?
-That's my damn problem.

Well, since you insist,
here's the whole story.

The Reyes killed your brother
worse than a dog.

Remember Cockroach?

Just like him.

Except that,
instead of cutting his tongue off,

Mr. José cut his balls off.

What did my brother do
to be killed like that?

Your brother's mistake, Benny,

was sleeping with
none other than Mrs. Mari,

the boss' wife.

-Mrs. Mari?
-And not just once.

Fucking Devil.

Your brother was truly something.

I think there's no woman he didn't fuck.

Let's hope his son, that Little Devil,
doesn't turn out as crazy as him.

What did you call my nephew,
you bastard?

"Little Devil." Isn't that his nickname?

You were going to screw me, weren't you?

Don't kill me, man.

I wasn't going to say anything.

You're not like the Reyes,
you don't kill people like dogs.

You're right, Huasteco.

But I don't take risks either, man.

What's up, doll? Is everything okay?

Are you sure?

Do you need anything?

Okay, I'm on my way.

Are you going to be okay, Huasteco?

Take this money, boy.

I'll send you more later.

Fuck! Duck!

-What's up, Benny? Where are you headed?
-What's wrong, Amaya?

Another 3-18?

-Let me through.
-I thought you knew, Benny.

Your boss said nobody leaves San Miguel.

Cut me some slack.

Benny, you know things are pretty tense.

What have you got there? Who is that?

Step out, I need to search the vehicle.
Step out. You son…

-You killed him, Uncle Benny.
-I had no choice, boy. Hang on tight.

…bus number 3014, headed to Culiacán…

Come on, Namesake.

Time to go, son.

Remember what I said.

-As soon as you get to Nogales…
-How many times are we going over this?

I head over to the big farmhouse
and see Fat López,

I tell him I'm there on your behalf,

and he'll help me cross
north of the border.

Once I'm in Phoenix,
I call the number you wrote.

There you go. You're no moron.

You don't even sound like a García.

Hold on to that money.

Those damn polleros
have no respect for anyone.

Okay.

Okay, boy.

I love you so much, Uncle.

I'm so sorry I got you in trouble.

You are an amazing kid.
Stay out of trouble from now on.

Take care of my mom as I did.

Let's see, boy.

Here.

Off you go.

Just fine, doll.

Cry? Of course not, he's a García.

Yes, love, I'm on my way.

What?

What time were those motherfuckers there?

Listen, doll. Leave the house
and get out of San Miguel.

Go ask my godfather to help you.

Yes. Listen, keep your phone with you
and call me back if anything happens.

Yes, honey…

I love you with all my heart.

Sons of…

Damn it.

FEDERAL INVESTIGATION FORCE

Okay.

What can I do for you?

Remember me, Captain?

Of course! You're Cochiloco, right?

No, that was my partner,
may he rest in peace.

They call me "Benny."
My name is Benny García.

So… how are things going in San Miguel?

Is it still hell?

It's getting worse every day.

That's why I'm here.

Remember that offer you made us?

Of course.
What do you have for me, Benny?

Nothing short of…

the life and miracles of Mr. José Reyes.

You tell me if you're interested.

Yes, of course I am.

You know our president's policy

is to turn Mexico
into a country of snitches.

And, of course, I'll return the favor.

Thank you, Captain.

López.

Prepare the cage, we have a songbird.

And so, Captain,

in a single night,
we killed all eight of them.

Approximately,

in the short time I worked for Mr. José,

he had us kill

about forty people.

How much do we have?

Like two hours and a half, Captain.

Make sure everything is okay.

Okay then, Benny. Very good. Excellent.

I'm glad you have such a good memory.

Would you like some more coffee?

No, thank you. I'm quite nervous.

It's all good, Captain.

-Sure?
-Are we going to keep rolling?

No, we have enough

to put the Reyes behind bars
for the rest of their days.

Go wait outside.

-Can I go now, Captain?
-No.

Let me call my boss.
I need you to fill out some forms.

Do you want me to wait outside?

No need. It's standard procedure.

-Are you in a hurry?
-Yes, in fact I am.

Mr. Reyes?

Good evening. It's Ramírez from the FIF.

I have something
you might be interested in.

Do you know a Benjamín García?

Where is Little Devil, motherfucker?

García.

García!

Stop fucking around.

Tell us where to find the boy,
and put an end to your misery.

Get him out of here.
I don't want him to die in here.

Mr. José wanted him alive.

Once you hand him over,

tell him I'll stop by later
with the tapes.

Yes, Captain.

What a pity, right?
He was such a good snitch.

Hey, man.

How much did you say
your nephew's head was worth?

Two hundred thousand green ones.

Damn.

-I could do so much with that money.
-Yeah.

Look, agent,

if I may,

how much will you get
for turning me in to Mr. José?

-Just five thousand pesos.
-Five thousand pesos? Fuck…

Between you and me,
your boss is getting like 50,000 dollars.

Really?

Don't make things up.

Do you believe this motherfucker, partner?

I don't know, but clearly…

dealers work at a very different level,
monetary speaking.

I'm telling you the truth.

In fact,

if you let me go,
I'll give you 50,000 dollars each,

and I'll add a kilo of blow as a tip.

What do you say?

Okay.

If you're talking shit

or you try to screw us over,
you're a dead man, got it?

Come on…

Right here, man, this is fine.

I need to use my hands
so I can get the money.

Release him.

Didn't I tell you, partner?

These dealers are so eccentric.

-Yes.
-Just look at this grave.

Help me out, man.

Help him, I have your back.

Check this out, partner!

Don't fuck around.
We said 50,000 each, and a kilo of blow.

-These are all my life's savings, man.
-Forget it, man.

You never know who will profit
from your hard work.

Suck it.

Let's see, partner.

Damn it, partner.

I think he's dead.

What the fuck do we do now?

Let's just bury him
and get the fuck out of here.

Damn it!

Godson!

What happened?

I'll tell you later, Godfather.

I need to go home urgently.

Hang on, Godson.

Careful!

24-HOUR TOWING SERVICE
AT THE SERVICE OF THE FEDERAL POLICE

Motherfucker.

Lupita!

Lupita!

Lupita!

There's no one here, Godson.

Can you tell me what's going on?

Hang on, Godfather.

My darling!

Doll!

Oh, love.

I was scared to death, love.

My love.

My love!

BEST RIGARDS, YOU FUCKER.
THE REYES FAMILY

Lupita!

Lupita!

Drink this, my boy.

No…

Go on.

Thank you.

Well, Mom,

I'll be on my way.

What are you going to do?

When are you coming back?

To be honest, Mom,
I think this time is our last goodbye.

Take good care of yourself.

God bless you on your way.

Thank you.

This is crazy, Benny.

Are you sure
you don't want me to come with you?

Thank you, Godfather.

Take care of my mom.

Take care, Godson.

Everything you asked me for
is in the van.

Thanks, Godfather.

Bye, Mom.

BICENTENNIAL, 1810 - 2010

Testing. One, two, three, testing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Cry of Dolores reenactment,

in honor of the anniversary
of our Independence Day.

And to lead this magnificent event,

let's all welcome our municipal president…

Mr. José Reyes!

He's accompanied by his beloved wife

and other distinguished people
who honor us with their presence!

And… halt.

Flag handover… now.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

our municipal president

will proceed
to re-enact the Cry of Dolores.

Mexican men and women,

long live our 200-year independence!

Hurray!

Long live the heroes
who gave us our homeland!

Hurray!

-Long live Hidalgo!
-Hurray!

-Long live Morelos!
-Hurray!

-Long live San Miguel de Allende!
-Hurray!

Long live the "Corredora"!

Hurray!

-Mrs. Josefa Ortiz!
-Hurray!

-Long live the poor in Mexico!
-Hurray!

Long live Mexico!

Hurray!

-Long live Mexico!
-Hurray!

-Long live Mexico!
-Hurray!

Hurray!

LONG LIVE MEXICO 2010

IN LOVING MEMORY
OF BENJAMIN GARCÍA, "BENNY"

FOREVER IN THE HEART
OF HIS NEPHEW BENJAMÍN

BLES MY SOUL

MAY GOD HAVE HIM IN HIS GLORY