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Let me ask you this...

Is this really where we belong?

It's true.

We put on a good show.

And we have a hell of a time, too.

But is this really what we deserve?

To crawl at the feet of our masters?

We are so much more than slaves.

We're brothers and sisters.

We share the same struggle.

And the truth is...

they are weak.

And we're strong.

Showtime.

She's real.

She's real.

- It's her. - Who?

You can see her, too?

What?

That's the girl that led me here.

This is for Earl.

He dies, you die.

Sweet Jesus!

That bitch ain't right.

Do something, you idiot.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

What the hell kind of floor show is this?

Richard, get your balls on!

Get under a table!

Dad, they're everywhere!

Professor Tanner?

Step aside, Sheriff.

The name's Sex Machine.

What the hell are you doing here?

I got you to thank, really.

Your investigation led me to this place.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's go, Dad!

Go, go!

Go!

Go, go, go!

What do we do, what do we do?

Get down, get down!

Dad... shotgun.

Daddy, no!

Is that supposed to work?

Why isn't it working?

Our Lord, who art in heaven, hallowed be your Name,

your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth...

- Ain't no use in praying now. - Give us this day our daily bread...

...but deliver us from evil.

Richie, talk to me.

I got a feeling you know what these things are.

No, I've seen them in a vision, but I have no clue what these things are.

Puto!

You miss me, mijo?

Shit!

Vamos a bailar.

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say these things are vampires.

Richie?

Yeah

Yeah, definitely vampires.

Go for the heart.

Bravo, Carlitos.

You think you can fight me?

Your fight's over.

Thank you, good night!

We're Chingon!

- I thought you were ugly before. - Don't worry, chulo.

Once I'm done with you, you're gonna look just as pretty as me.

That's your best face yet.

It's all right, Richard.

It's me.

I've been waiting for you.

Stop!

Why did you do that?

Because she's a goddamn monster!

Now you answer me this.

Why has she been waiting for you?

- Answer the question. - Get that gun out of my face.

Says the guy who put a knife to my neck.

You know, all this time, I thought I was the one that brought us here,

that I did the deal with Carlos.

Turns out, you've been a part of this club before I even knew it existed.

Are you kidding me right now?

After everything I've done for you?

Sonny doesn't betray Michael, Seth.

- That was Fredo. - Then explain the knife.

It's a blade, it cuts things.

I ditched it at a liquor store hundreds of miles from here

and it still found its way back to you.

Now it turns out Carlos is the guy that gave it to you in the first place.

- No, you're twisting things around. - Well, then set me straight.

Will you two quit it?

We don't have time for you to play Cain and Abel.

We just got attacked by the devil's legion.

We need to find a way out of here.

Stop, stop... It's no use.

Looks like they've got tempered steel deadbolts

all the way up and down.

There's no way out.

We checked everything backstage.

There's no windows, there's no corridors.

There's not even an access to the kitchen.

This place is sealed up tighter than a drum.

So we're stuck in here with those...

whatever they are.

Well, why don't you ask Richie what they are.

- He's seen them before. - In my mind.

Bullshit... You played me like an 8-track.

You knew about those things?

I begged you to let us go.

I knew that something was coming, but I didn't know what it was.

How could I possibly know that everybody in this bar was gonna turn into a...

They're vampires, aren't they?

No, I don't believe in vampires.

Well, neither do I, Richard.

However, setting aside the sheer absurdity of this conversation,

they had fangs and they die when you stab them in the heart.

So I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Mexican Dracula.

Except one of them ate my cross.

Is this God's judgment, Daddy?

Don't ask me.

He's the one with the gift of sight, apparently.

I think they might be Mayan or Aztec or something.

- Scott. - Wait a second.

What did you say?

Given that we're in Mexico and all,

it makes sense that these things might be Mayan or Aztec.

- Huh? - I mean,

those guys always have snakes in their art.

And I read about an ancient race of bloodsucking reptiles.

They terrorize people, hunt at the night time,

tear them apart limb from limb,

with fangs and scales and wings.

Just like frog legs.

- What? - Frog legs.

Oh my God, Scott.

This is from your stupid wrestling magazine, isn't it?

- Really, kid? - Actually, the kid's not far off.

Whoa, easy there, Tex.

Put down the gun.

I should say the same thing to you.

Who is this person?

He calls himself Sex Machine.

Subtle.

- Excuse me? - He was at the Rattler, too.

He's tried to hit on me.

Is that right?

Now, hold on a second.

The name's Aiden Tanner, Professor Aiden Tanner.

I'm undercover as Sex Machine.

You?

You're a Professor?

Yeah... Department of Archeology,

Alamo State.

I was consulting with one Ranger Gonzalez

about a series of bloody killings along the US-Mexico border.

And when he left, I realized he was on the trail of something...

something epic.

So I decided to follow him and it brought me here.

Yeah, okay, so what do you mean, the kid's not far off?

- What I mean is... - These are Mexican Dracula.

Exactly.

Ladies and gentlemen,

We are standing in the domain of the Waxaklahun Ubah Kan

or Los Culebras, which, in Spanish, it means...

Serpent.

Yes.

Now, I've been studying this cult for over ten years.

They worship... the Vision Serpent.

This is their territory.

Their glyphs are all over these walls.

I mean, I've... I've seen their writings before,

but never anything like this.

We're standing on sacred ground.

This place is a source of immense power for these people.

People?

When they want to be.

A lot of what we hear about vampires

comes from the Spanish missionaries' misconceptions about these Culebras.

They had most of it right, but these puppies are more snake than bat.

Check this out.

Venom glands.

And look at this.

See the fangs?

Conical in shape.

And they fold up against the gums, right?

'Cause they hinge down like a snake.

- That's insane. - Yeah...

Well, the codices say that these guys are descendants from the mistress,

who was a nice young lady that the snake God

transformed into a bloodsucking demi-Goddess.

Just think... succubus.

But then, neither she nor these Culebras are supposed to exist.

Yeah, well, it's been that kind of day.

Ooh.

We better make sure these things are dead.

I mean, really, really dead.

Makes sense.

Destroying the blood organ kills them.

You know what to do.

Where's Richard?

You said you handled El rinche.

I did.

This wasn't supposed to be like this.

I can fix it.

The counselors are already downstairs.

They can wait.

So this mistress, is that Santánico Pandemonium?

I don't know, could be.

I mean, she sure put the hurt on them bikers,

squashed them like they were little cockroaches.

Well, Professor, unlike you,

my brother here has had a little field research on the subject.

So how about it, Richie... Why don't you tell us all

about your little dancing queen?

I can't reach him.

He's blocking me.

The trust is broken.

Then trust me.

No more mistakes.

Who is she?

You told me she led you here.

She wanted me to set her free.

By killing her, I think.

You killing her or her killing us?

I don't know.

I could feel her inside my head,

and she was pulling me close.

And, yeah, I think it was to this place.

What do they want?

Knowing that could help us figure a way out of here.

Maybe us being here pissed them off.

Doubt it... You seen the signs outside?

This entire club is designed to lure people in.

And keep them here.

What is this place?

Well, from the markings on these walls...

I'd say this bar was built on top of a temple

like the Spanish conquistadors did with Tenochtitlan.

Okay, Indy-with-a-cock-gun...

what kind of temple?

The kind where people come and make offerings

to the vision serpent.

Blood offerings?

If it's blood that they want...

they're gonna want more soon.

She's right.

The glyphs are right here on the walls.

Ughl... These ancient pre-Mayan cultures are amazing engineers!

This isn't just a bar on a temple.

This place...

is a giant people juicer.

People juicer?

For who?

If this is a feeding under naturalistic conditions,

then their nutritional autonomy might be hierarchical.

Okay, okay... English, Professor, please.

What I mean is, there's a pecking order.

Gentlemen, thank you for waiting.

To the nine lords of the night

and our guests, their counselors.

Salud!

One group ravages the herd

and sends the prime cuts to the next group.

Por favor.

Hookers feed the pimps, pimps feed the capos,

capos feed the bosses-I get it.

What I don't get is how do we shut it down?

I don't know.

Fresh catch.

I do know who's on the menu, though.

Seriously, dude?

You need a PhD to figure that out?

You're one rude little bastard.

What did you call him?

All right, just relax... Everybody take it easy, okay?

Now look, I get that we're all a ragtag bunch of ramblers here...

But my guess is tonight's not gonna have a Scooby-Doo ending.

So whatever beefs we got, forget 'em,

or else we're all gonna get juiced.

Or worse off, end up like the Cisco Kid did earlier.

Yeah, where is Ranger Gonzalez?

- What happened... - Forget him.

Let's just worry about the next wave.

Hope you're hungry.

We need a plan.

That's easy.

Grab as many shotguns, knives, and wooden stakes as you can.

That way, when those bloodsuckers come back,

even if we can't kill them, we will make them wish they were never unborn.

We're gonna need a better plan than that.

You got one?

It's coming to me.

- I'm not sure... - Carlos.

Carlitos.

Tell us a story while we wait for the mistress.

My stories are more of a bedtime tale

compared to your epic novellas.

I don't know.

I think everyone will love this one.

I'll help you begin.

Once upon a time, there was a sad excuse of an errand boy

to serve.

But instead, he led a pinche rinche to the foot of our table.

- Well, he's gone now. - Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Don't interrupt.

The rinche followed the trail of los hermanos Gecko,

two Kansas City pistoleros you hired to rob a bank for you.

30 million American dollars.

Is that worth the chance of exposing us,

all of us, for your own profit, hmm?

I never said I wouldn't share.

Everyone here serves the nine lords, Carlitos.

And you, Santánico, and your people,

you are the lowest of all.

Slaves of slaves.

You are my bitch.

And do you know what a bitch does best, hmm?

He licks the heels of his master.

- Still can't believe it. - Eh, get over it.

We live in a world with Culebras.

Plan this job, make a deal with Carlos, I keep it together,

get us all the way across the border.

For what?

To get sewed up on a goddamn silver platter.

- Seth. - I mean, was that the plan?

Keep the money for yourself,

let us get eaten, hmm?

- I didn't have a plan. - Apparently.

You were in charge, which you reminded me of every five seconds.

- 36 jobs. - 35.

You did the last one without me, big papa, and it got you tossed in the can.

Yeah, where I still put this together,

And I dragged you out of your little Unabomber shack, you remember that?

Or was that part of the act, too?

Okay, what is this act that you keep talking about?

Greatest long con in history, I guess.

You pulled it on me.

And I consider myself to be the Picasso of bullshit artists.

But, you...

You painted a goddamn Rivera mural.

- You're so up your own ass right now. - Yeah, well, I was an easy target.

An easy target.

In a million years, I never could have seen this coming.

- Yeah, why's that? - Because I'm your brother, Richard.

I'm your brother.

You know, you're right.

- We have a sacred bond. - Yeah, real sacred.

Not to you.

Wave $20 million in front of your face, all that goes away, right?

Don't you mean $16 million?

Our take is $20 mil.

Did you think that I wasn't gonna find out about the missing $4 million?

What are you talking about?

Okay, let's imagine the most expensive pineapple burger ever made.

'Cause that is what you went to the Big Kahuna Burger to buy, am I correct?

Book of Revelation didn't prepare you for this.

But then I guess you probably chalk this all up to God, huh?

Actually, I blame the Gecko brothers.

I wouldn't be so quick to judge.

There's an old story about the hero twins.

Very old story.

Xbalanque and Hunahpu.

They descend into the underworld...

and they best the dark lords.

It's in the old book, the sacred book, the Popol Vuh.

I can't say I've read that one.

I wouldn't imagine you had.

I got my lord and you got yours.

But I believe mine can save us.

Trick is to find the light again,

share it with those you love before it's too late for all of us.

That'll work.

- You all right? - Yeah.

I'd be better if crazy lizard beasts weren't trying to kill us.

- I know you're scared. - I'm not scared.

- I am, too. - I said I'm not scared.

Be glad I'm doing something.

Between your praying and his surrendering to a higher power...

He froze.

He froze?

He doesn't have it in him.

He doesn't have what in him, Scott?

Who'd you really give the money to, Seth?

I can't hear you, brother.

Okay, look.

Whatever you think that you know about that $4 million...

Do you think that I don't know that the money is for Vanessa?

Do you want to talk about the long con and the master grift?

You have to take the prize, Seth.

What were you two lovebirds gonna do?

Go buy that stupid bar in the Keys

- that she's always squawking about? - Moron.

Do you honestly think that I would be here if I was gonna bail on you?

Does that make sense?

It was the opposite.

I paid her to stay away.

She was supposed to cross with us, you remember that?

Yeah, yeah.

But, no, she didn't... Why?

'Cause I told her I had to take you to El Rey.

- Okay, yeah, here we go. - Yeah, I gave it up for you... For you.

You understand me?

I said good-bye to my only chance at any kind of... any sane, normal existence.

And for what, hmm?

So you could get a seat at the table with these goons.

'Cause let's face it, that's all they really are, right?

Just another crew.

Another version of Bernardo and the Sharks.

The Sharks were Puerto Rican, you idiot.

Was it that piece of ass on stage then?

Oh... Yeah, that's it, isn't it?

So that's what she taught you to do with your little knife.

Back-stab. - I'm getting real sick of you calling me a traitor.

You know, my entire life, I have felt like I've owed you something

because you pulled me out of that fire when we were kids.

I'm getting real sick of paying vig on that.

So what are you gonna do about it?

As soon as we're out of here...

you and me, we're done.

Still waiting.

The lap dog must learn who he really serves, huh?

Sorry I'm late, gentlemen.

Narciso, pero what's wrong, mi vida?

Looks like somebody hurt your feelings.

Where have you been?

Qué importa... I'm here now.

And we are gonna have un parrandon.

One you'll remember for he rest of your lives.

Underneath all your heavy French perfume,

some of us can still smell your fear.

You think I'm scared?

I want to know what you're up to with los hermanos Gecko y El rinche.

Why don't you explain how they fit into this special night?

Tranquilo, Narciso... You'll get your answers

because tonight is special.

Tonight all the little surprises...

are gonna keep on coming.

It's true.

We put on a good show.

And we have a hell of time, too.

But is this really what we deserve?

To crawl at the feet of our masters?

We are so much more than slaves.

We're brothers and sisters.

We share the same struggle.

And the truth is...

they are weak.

And we're strong.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you really put yourself above the nine lords?

Santánico.

I thought you'd tasted enough of their anger by now to know better.

But no.

Not you.

Tú eres necia.

Why can't you accept your lot?

All you and your people have to do is feed us.

That's all this temple was built for.

The lords are weak, Narciso.

They are greedy and vain,

and no matter how much you look down on us,

we are all still Culebras in this room.

There's a difference between being a slave in your body

and being a slave in your soul.

We have suffered too long now.

But it ends tonight.

So you have a choice, senores.

You join us...

and live free.

Or...

you die being slaves to the nine.

So what is it gonna be?

Didn't think so.

Now the real show begins.

Six against two.

I like those odds.

They just got biblically worse.

Wait a second, I know that lugnut and his biker chick.

They weren't Culebras before.

Neither was that perv.

Yeah, well, they are now.

don't let your anger get the best of you.

There's a fine line between self-defense and depraved violence.

Dad, I got this!

There are better ways to channel your grief.

Who says I'm channeling grief?

All right, it's time to ring the dinner bell.

Culebras, come out to play!

They're still coming!

Keep shooting!

Ugh, I shot my load!

I'm out!

Everybody down.

This better work.

It'll work.

Scott!

Ah, shit.

Scott!

Scott!

Seth.

Plan "B."

Hey!

Now, that's one for the books.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Dad...

We have to find Scott.

We will, honey.

We will.

You can't leave, Richard...

not yet.

Morning, baby.

Morning.

I had the craziest nightmare.

I dreamt that Earl got shot...

and I went to Mexico

to find these dudes.

- There was these things. - Oh?

What kind of things?

Never mind.

- It was just a dream. - Okay... Just a dream.

Today's her big day.

Oh.

Father Quintana is gonna splash your face with water.

He's gonna make you street legal.

Oh, by the way, Earl called.

He said he'd see you at the Place of Dead Roads.

What?

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

- I'm so sorry, babe. - What.

You belong here.

Somewhere inside, close to the bone, you know it, too.

- You don't know me. - That's not true.

I know you better than your brother does.

You tell me, brother.

Does she?

I'm in your soul, Richard.

But I don't blame you for being suspicious.

I asked you to trust me... I didn't tell you what was coming.

I wanted to show you who I was on my own terms.

The world is much more complicated than you know.

Richie, look at me... Don't listen to this.

Don't listen to this.

What do you think you're doing, slave?

Becoming the master.

I taught you how to see, but that was only the beginning.

- Don't listen to this. - I don't want to hurt you.

I need you.

And you need me, too.

You have to let these people go.

Richard... Stop!

Something's coming, remember?

Then let them go.

Richie!

Richie!