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ON THE ROAD

Come on in. I'll be right with you.

Thank you, Lupe.

We'll see how it goes from now.

OK, OK. But it happens to be scary.

Yeah, but we're already used to taking that road.

I'll be right back.

I'm going to the truck to get my wallet.

- Because I liked him. - You like a different man every day.

He had a very thick and big cock. It was delicious.

He even hurt my throat.

Sometimes you embarrass and even disgust me a little bit.

- Why? Stealing is embarrassing. - Only if you get caught.

Sure.

- Nothing about you surprises me. - Why, you idiot?

- Morning, Lupe. How are you? - Working hard. The usual?

The usual, Lupe. Thank you.

Hey, what's up?

What's your name?

Eduardo.

But people call me Muñeco.

I am Veneno.

Where are you going?

To Saltillo.

Give me a ride?

What are you going to that shithole for?

That's my business.

Are you high?

Nah, I'm fine.

Come on, Muñeco. Help me out.

- Thank you, darling. - You're welcome.

How old are you?

Twenty-four.

Twenty-two.

Sure.

Twenty. Honest.

I really need the help, man.

I don't want any strangers in my truck, man.

- What's that? - It's yours.

Fucking Veneno.

Do you know the trucker's prayer?

No.

Give me Lord, a firm hand and watchful gaze

to reach my destination safely without harming anyone.

Your turn.

Say it, man.

Give me Lord...

a firm hand and watchful gaze

to reach my destination safely without harming anyone.

a firm hand and watchful gaze to reach my destination safely

- without harming anyone. - There you go.

- It's good. - I have more.

Fucking Veneno.

I'll take you to Saltillo.

But the minute you fuck up, you're fucking out of my truck, got it?

Sure.

Four, four. Careful near Peñaloza.

Four.

- Are those your kids? - And my hand brake.

My wife, man!

I haven't seen my kids in a while, because of the job.

- Where are you from? - From Juaritos.

- And your family? - I don't have one.

Sorry, bro.

No problem. It's been a long time.

Hand me the bottle that's back there.

Hold on.

That's the job, man.

Eduardo...

Thanks for the ride.

Call me Muñeco, man.

Mom...

It's me.

This is my new number.

Don't save it, don't give it to anyone.

No, not even her!

Don't tell her anything!

Don't tell her anything!

No, Mom.

You have nothing to fear.

Nothing will happen. I swear.

Nothing will happen.

I love you guys too.

Take care.

You're in trouble, man. You don't fool me.

Here.

Thank you.

You're a fag, right?

Yeah.

You couldn't stop looking at my dick, man.

I'm not a fag, but I don't care.

You never fucked any girls?

Many times.

And so?

I'd rather get fucked.

Fucking Veneno. No way!

Doesn't it hurt, man?

Nah, it feels good.

Fuck off.

There's lots of gay truckers.

I know married dudes that go out looking for whores

and when they're drunk they end up fucking each other.

I'm telling you.

I don't understand that, man.

But the truth is that we truckers

are hornier and so we're better lovers.

Do you know why?

Because the rhythm for making love

is the same as the rhythm for driving the truck.

Truckers move in ways other men can't.

For driving the truck, you have to move your whole body.

You have to know when to go fast and slow.

The same way I handle the truck engine, I handle the girls' engine.

- Really? - Yes.

I'll go talk to my friends.

Finish your food.

The problem is that when he reached into the glove compartment to grab the money,

the cop thought he was reaching for a gun,

so he shot him three times, right there.

And that was the end of Albino.

That sort of thing happens on the road.

Everyday.

And now it was Albino's time. What can you do?

- To Albino, who was a great comrade. - To Albino.

He was a devil too...

You fucking asshole! I'll beat the shit out of you!

- Judas, calm down! - This is not your fucking business!

- Calm down, Judas! - I already told him!

The boy is here with me.

- That fucker is selling shit, man. - He's with me.

I told him he can't sell that shit here.

- He doesn't know any better. - Fucking asshole.

Calm down. It's all good. All good, OK?

C'mon. Help me out, man.

I don't want to see him ever again or I'll beat the shit out of him.

- Get him the fuck out of here! - All good, right?

OK.

Fucking Veneno. Damn it, man!

I told you the minute you fuck up, you're fucking out of my truck.

Where the fuck did you get that?

Some guy owed me money.

That's what you say, asshole.

That's why you are screwing around?

There's a lot of cartel lookouts in these places, man.

But listen...

I can do you a favor.

Do you know how people call me besides Muñeco?

The King of Road Restaurants.

I can introduce you to cool people who will play along.

You just have to give me some money.

How much?

- Thirty percent. - Fuck no.

- Twenty. - Fuck no.

Fifteen.

Ten, man.

OK.

We have to be careful.

If they find out we're taking over at the road restaurants,

we're going to be in huge trouble. Right?

- Understood? - Yeah.

- And then we go separate ways. - Yeah.

"Yeah." Is this all you say, asshole?

Let's go, then.

You have to be careful this late at night.

The most fucked up things happen between 2 and 5 in the morning.

This highway is fucked up. I've seen everything.

People fucking on the road.

Tons of dead people.

Hits and runs, people bleeding to death.

What's the most fucked up thing that happened to you on the road?

It was in Tamaulipas.

There's a very dangerous road.

You have to take it, because if you don't,

the only alternative route takes two and a half hours.

You can't go very fast

because if the cops stop you it can get messy.

One day I saw an abandoned truck.

Truckers never stop there because it's too risky.

But I had a hunch.

There were 50 dead bodies in plastic bags.

It was the only time I thought about quitting the job.

I never could take that image out of my head.

Never.

- Sorry, man. I'm an asshole. - Don't worry about it.

What the fuck?

- What is it? - Didn't you see that man?

- What man? I didn't see anything. - He was there...

I saw him, man.

There's no one there.

Fuck.

- Chill. Maybe it was a dog. - It was not a dog.

Muñeco. Stop it, man.

- What day is today? - Thursday.

I haven't slept in a week.

Is that car in our lane?

No.

- You sure? - Positive.

Let's do another line.

Are you serious? Look at you.

C'mon, man.

- Three is better than two. - Fucking Muñeco.

Look at you.

I like you, fucking Veneno.

- What's up? Are you tired? - Nah. But you get some sleep.

You're crazy. I can't. I have to get shitfaced first...

Let's hit the restaurant.

That blow won't sell itself.

It's good stuff. Trust me.

It looks good.

- Alright. I'm off. - OK. Take care.

- You want it or not? - It's good. Let's do this.

- Here it is, man. - Let's see.

It's not that I don't trust you.

But like my grandfather used to say: what's fair is fair.

- You know it, fucking Talegas. - You son of a...

How's the family?

Fine, thank God. No complaints.

Going to school, working at home, while I'm here at work getting wasted.

Your fair amount, my man.

- Short reckonings... - Make long friends.

That's it...

So, can we stay here?

Sure, man. You know this is your home, no need to ask.

- This is your house. - OK.

Where did you get this guy?

He's helping me out on the road. No worries.

And the fucking cop asked me: "What are you snorting?"

I told the motherfucker it's not blow.

- Fuck off! - "It's not blow!"

And then he said he was going to frisk me.

I said: "Go ahead, motherfucker." So what?

That's fucked up, dude.

My balls shrank to the size of fucking peas.

I prayed to God, told Him that if He helped me out,

I wouldn't do any more of that shit. Honest.

You didn't keep your promise, fucker.

Are you playing or not, Memin, you prick?

You keep scratching down there. You got crabs or what?

Maybe crabs, man. Just like fucking Talegas over there.

You fucking scratching non-stop.

- Pour rat poison on him. - Diesel.

Diesel. Diesel, man.

Do you want to get rid of that?

You're not pouring rat poison on me, man!

Diesel, dude! Diesel! Diesel on your fucking balls!

I have a small dick, you'll make it disappear!

- Ready? - Easy, man! Wait, motherfucker!

- You're getting on my nerves! - Come on!

Fuck, man!

Jump, man! Jump! Blow on it! Blow on it!

Idiots.

Does that really work against crabs?

Yes, of course.

That's fucked up.

You see the difference, man?

You're not that ugly, fucking Veneno.

Are you wearing that T-shirt again? It stinks, I'll give you one.

Thank you.

Veneno, do you smoke?

Sure.

Look dude, that's the guy I told you about.

What do you think?

Muñeco...

Muñeco...

- Licha! - How's it going?

- How are you, sis? - It's good to fucking see you.

When you got the time come have a beer with us.

Let's talk business.

- Sure, Agreed! - Agreed!

My friend Veneno.

What's up?

- Dude! - What's up?

- Long time no see. - Come over.

- How are you, love? - Darling!

- How are those chicken breasts? - Well done as you like them!

- Two waters, love. - I'll bring them over.

- Those are some good tits, right? - Yeah, great tits.

Whatever happened, happened. No big deal.

Sometimes you get horny because you need affection,

but that's all, nothing more.

- Hi, love. - Hey, how are you?

- I've missed you, my love. - Me too...

- I missed you so much. - Yeah?

What else did you miss?

This one, more than you, love.

What's up, fucking Veneno?

- The fuck you doing here? - Nothing, man.

What shit did you get into?

Some assholes have been looking for you.

Who?

I don't know. They got my phone number.

They told me to call Lupe's restaurant if I saw you.

They even offered me money.

What the fuck did you do?

Nothing. What did you tell them?

Nothing. That I gave you a ride.

Help me out, man.

Of course. We're friends, right?

But what are you giving me for my help?

Let's go to your truck.

Motherfucker...

Alright.

Let's go.

What the fuck, Muñeco? What happened?

I don't know.

This has never happened to me.

Just give me a second.

- I have some pills for that shit. - I don't need it. Wait.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Motherfucker...

I'm getting there.

Almost there. Look, almost.

What?

Goddamit...

- Alright. See you later. - What?

Do you think I'm gonna help you, just for that?

Fuck you. The fuck is this?

That's all I have.

Is this a joke, motherfucker?

Didn't you say we're friends?

Look. I'll give you one week to get me more money.

Understood?

Fuck you.

What?

Asshole.

- Where were you? - Selling blow to a friend.

Asshole, you can't go around just like that. It's dangerous.

No worries. He's a friend.

- And that T-shirt? - He gave it to me.

- Where's mine? - I have it in here.

- Let's go. - What's your fucking hurry?

Let's go to Licha's, have a beer and then we'll leave.

Pleasure doing business with you, Licha.

Sure, man.

Here you go.

What's up with that face?

Here.

Lighten up.

- All set? Agreed! - Agreed!

- OK. - OK.

- See you later. - Later, man.

What's up, honey? Are you lovesick?

What is it? Where did you meet Muñeco?

He gave a ride and now we're friends.

That's what everyone says. You don't fool me.

I know how things work.

Truckers will fuck anything,

especially when they're high.

Cool, right?

What's wrong?

You've been acting weird all day.

Nah, I'm fine.

You're lying.

I'm fine, really.

I'll go talk to my girl. I'll be right back.

What the fuck? I'm clean!

Not even one beer.

No, I just want to talk to my kids.

Don't fuck with me.

I'm being nice.

I'm not screaming! You're screaming!

Stop, stop. I'm calm.

Stop, chill...

Just tell my kids that I...

Hello?

Hey...

Can I hug you?

Alright.

Just don't try anything with me.

Hello...

Yes, it's me. Who is this?

Yes, yes, yes. No problem.

For how long, do you know?

Yes, OK. Yes, no problem.

Yes, sure.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be there.

What happened?

A trucker was killed at Licha's...

The police called me to testify.

Really?

Did you know him?

I knew who he was.

They called him Eulas.

Why was he killed?

I don't know...

Who did you sell dope to yesterday?

- A friend. - But who?

I don't remember his name.

- But he's a friend? - Yes, but I don't remember his name.

- Are you alright? - Yes, man.

I'm fine.

You look like shit.

We can't load yet. We have to wait 24 hours.

We'll have to wait at a truck stop nearby.

OK.

TRUCKERS OF THE 57

TAKE ME BY YOUR HAND

RIP EULAS

CHOMPIRAS: SO FUCKED UP

EL PITUFO: YOU CAN'T DRIVE SAFELY ANYWHERE, ALL ROADS ARE DANGEROUS

PROCORO: CRY-BABIES, FIND ANOTHER JOB AND STOP COMPLAINING.

TALEGAS: MUÑECO, ARE YOU THERE?

MUÑECO: YES, BRO

WRITING...

TALEGAS: SOME WEIRD DUDES ARE LOOKING FOR YOU AND THAT BOY

I TOLD YOU THERE WAS SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS ABOUT HIM

TALEGAS: ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?

Tell me something.

About what?

About you.

My father was a trucker.

He left us.

He abandoned me, for being a fag.

He told me I acted like a girl.

But I didn't understand why that was wrong.

One day I ended up in the hospital because he beat the shit out of me.

He also beat the shit out of my mother.

He said it was her fault I was so effeminate.

Because she spent too much time with me.

And one day, after a trip to Nuevo Laredo,

he didn't come back.

Later I found out

he had married again.

He had other children.

But I never saw him again.

Because he died.

Come on, it's not such a big deal.

Sorry.

What's wrong?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I have to call the cops.

It's your fucking fault.

You got yourself into this mess.

Go ahead.

Do it.

Do it, asshole.

What are you doing?

Calm down. OK?

I'm here.

Stay calm.

I'll take that knife. OK?

I'm gonna take the knife from you, and you'll let it go, alright?

Keep calm, bro.

I'm here. Keep calm.

Easy. Drop it. Easy.

Easy.

All is fine. Yes? I'm here.

I'm here, OK? Good.

Let it go. Let it go.

Let it go. Let it go.

There you go!

There you go.

You're fucking crazy.

Come on.

Let's go get help. Come on.

I got you by the balls, asshole.

I don't want to call the cops, but you left me no choice.

What are you going to tell them?

That you were selling blow and fucking me?

Some guys are asking about me in truck drivers' chats.

Who are they?

If you tell me everything,

I'll let you go. I swear.

You owe me.

I didn't want to hurt Eulas.

But he was going to do me in.

I'll give you everything you need.

But you have to behave.

You just have to follow three rules.

First.

You have to come see me

whenever I want.

You can't say no.

Second.

You can't be with anyone else.

Third.

You will be with me for as long as I want.

If you leave,

I'll kill you,

and I'll cut your balls off.

I am your father.

Yes, father.

The old man owns many factories in Juaritos.

There he hunts for young boys,

makes them quit their jobs and gives them a ton of money.

I later found out that he had killed many boys.

Made them disappear.

One day we didn't show up and the fucker kept his promise.

He spared me because I was his favorite.

But I knew that sooner or later he would fuck me up.

Because he never forgives.

Omar was burned alive.

I didn't want to get you in trouble.

You already did.

Here.

I have to go to work so I don't miss my spot.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

You're not coming back.

You don't know what you're saying.

How are you, Dulce?

What's up, dog? It's been a while. I'm good. And you?

All good.

I'll take some water for my coffee.

I'll take a shower.

Sure, dog. Make yourself at home, Muñeco.

Thank you, Dulce.

Where is Muñeco, you motherfuckers?

Where is Muñeco, sons of bitches?

Where is he?

Where is Muñeco, motherfucker?

What's up, Dulce? It's Muñeco.

Yes, I'm fine.

Are they still there?

No way I'm coming over, then.

Thanks for letting me know.

OK.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: YOU'RE FUCKED!

GIVE US THE BOY OR WE'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

Veneno.

I haven't seen my kids in a long time.

Because of the fucking dope.

They don't even talk to me.

But the truth is...

I will change.

I'm quitting that shit.

I'll be right back. I'll get us some cokes.

Get out of the car. Get out, motherfucker!

Turn around! Turn around!

There!

Stay there! Stay there!

Don't move! Don't move!

Shut up! Shut up!

Stop moving.

Where is Veneno?

I turned him in!

I turned him in!

You're fucked, asshole.

- I'll be back in two weeks. - Yes.

Behave.

Irving, come say goodbye to your father.

- Take care. - Yes.

Are you really coming?

I'd rather you told me the truth and not keep fucking up.

Imelda... I really am coming back.

How are you doing?

I'm good. Four months sober.

One day at a time.

God bless you, Muñeco.

That's the last photo I took with my father.

Why did she give it to you?

I don't know.

Your mother gave it to me when I came to visit her.

She told me they sentenced you to 20 years in prison.

Sorry.

Don't look at me like that.

If you're mad at me...

I'll be here when you come out.

Where are we going?