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Do you need help?

Is she here?

Do you need to see her? -Yes, I do.

What's wrong?

Are you ready for tomorrow?

I wonder what they're going to think of you.

You're not Magdalena's son anymore.

Or Miguel's cousin.

Who are you?

Sit down, boys.

They say they aren't Mexican but they're darker than me.

Idiots.

They're going to play a song I composed.

It's called...

You're going to love it.

What's it called?

Moron.

...for bringing the beautiful music they played at the funeral.

Thanks, guys.

To help pay tribute to our fallen friends...

...who died in an unfortunate territorial dispute.

When the Arab and Jew gangs try to make deals with you...

...don't do it.

They're all a bunch of terrorists.

Look what happened to two of our cousins.

Now we have to take donations to cover their expenses.

Taco vendors.

What's wrong?

We're not making as much money as we should be.

White boys think they can sell our cuisine without giving us a cut?

Fuck no.

How much are the Mexicans paying?

Done. Moving on.

What?

Are you crazy, you moron?

Like what?

You're a moron.

We'll put it on the agenda.

Who're you laughing at, idiot?

Can I ask...

...what's happening with our women?

It's not just that.

They're saying it's a woman who did it.

And there's a song about her.

It says she's The High Priestess of Death...

...come back to life.

That's what they call her.

Just peasant fairy tales from the border.

Maybe so...

...but people are scared.

We should find her...

...and make an example of her.

Because the Casita is losing money.

- My mother once met The High Priestess of Death.

She came to take my grandfather to the other world.

It was a long time ago.

Back when he rode with Pancho Villa in the war.

My mother always said...

...that The Priestess...

...was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The face of an angel.

With cold eyes.

Judging everyone she looked at.

And when she comes...

...the apocalypse follows.