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Mexico, land of myths and tales, land of heroes and beautiful women.

5th of May, 1958. El Bicho is dead.

The monster is defeated. A wave of violence and terror comes to an end.

Mexico City has experienced some agonizing months.

It's still unclear where the mysterious creature came from.

Wild speculation about a crossbreeding between man and ant

are being denied by the Mexican government.

Only one man set himself up against the monster.

Despite heavy losses he destroyed El Bicho and became the hero of a nation.

The whole country loves him,

but he has love only for one woman.

With her help he wants to leave his past behind

and start a new life.

And will you,

Bella Bonita, take Don Jose de Alvarez, to be your husband,

to love him and honor him, as...

as not only the country... no...

as the whole state of Mexico...

Pardon me.

...until death do you part?

Yes.

Quiero mucho.

Well then, what God has joined, man must not divide.

Bella?

Yes?

I ask you one last time.

Do you love me?

I love you. - What?

I love you.

The radio is too loud. Could you say it even louder?

I love you!

There they drove, jaunty and unaware.

Too late did they notice the harbinger of terror.

Too powerful were their opponents.

The story of their love and their fight against evil shall become a tragic legend.

It throws a dark shadow over Mexico until today.

Here we are.

Is that you?

Yes.

I'm the big one and next to me is my brother, Miguelito.

I still remember the day this picture was taken.

It was on a Sunday in September.

The whole family gathered to celebrate the name day of my mother.

Miguelito and me, we had a small dog,

who had a lame hind leg because of a birth defect.

My father didn't like him,

because he couldn't use him for hunting.

So he shot the dog.

Ten minutes later we took the photo.

Eight years ago,

I received news that

my whole family died because of an epidemic.

Since then I've never had the courage to come back.

But now you're here.

Yes.

With you.

You give me the strength and the love

my heart has yearned for, for a long time.

Without you my life would be... like this desert.

Merciless. Bleak.

In the heat of the night the flame of passion burns bright and clear.

As is the custom, the garter gets left on the veranda.

The village deep in the wide desert of Mexico looks graceful and picturesque,

just like a drawing.

With the braying of the first donkey,

the new day awakens.

What're you looking for?

Fits like a glove.

What's for breakfast?

Oh, lizard eggs, shrub tea, chili, whatever's available,

and a can of Corned Beef, from your editorial office's gift basket.

They lay him on an ant-hill for one night.

A punishment only for severe crimes.

An old custom of the country.

God, that's horrible.

That's Campo del Sol.

Buenos dias, Don Jose de Alvarez.

Buenos dias, El Busto.

How are you?

Splendid.

As you can see we still amuse ourselves with the old rites.

Thought you'd like to know that before you leave again.

We aren't leaving.

We're staying.

Oh, you're staying here?

Then I have to tell you that people complained about last night.

You were too loud.

As the mayoress I have to prevent such things.

Campo del Sol is not a good choice for summer holidays.

We will live here, Busto.

We will build up the manor again.

Build up?

Build up.

Did you sing that beautiful song last night?

My name's Bella Bonita...

I don't give a shit who or what you are.

I only know that whenever an Alvarez says he'll build something up his words are bullshit.

For 200 years the Alvarez's tried to build something up here.

And the only result

are some exploited oil wells and a ramshackle manor

which would explode like a fat toad

if you put all the dead workers and Indians,

that were amassed during the "build up", into it.

Leave the village till sunset.

Come, Fumigimo.

Let us go before I start to become insulting.

I'm happy that no Alvarez ever received a proper burial.

I'd be even happier if you'd also kick the bucket.

Jose?

Jose. What did that Busto mean with no "proper burial"?

What's the meaning of that?

I don't know.

But I'll find out.

With typical female intuition Bella Bonita can feel what Don Jose still disavows.

Towards the Alvarez's, Campo del Sol is as closed as a can of mexican beans.

Something's threatening the village.

But no one wants to reveal the secret.

On the contrary...

With a heavy heart, Don Jose remembers

a place near the village that's tragically connected with his family's history.

A place of shame and sorrow he hoped to never have to visit again.

The white mist of the last hope lets Don Jose face his sad fate.

Remains.

Unholy and hastily buried.

What creature would do such sacrilege.

Don Jose would never forget the elegant curve of this familiar cheekbone.

Never forget the feel of the apron that gave him shelter as a child.

Mother!

Ants...

aren't they fascinating creatures?

No.

Not really.

Now I caught you lying, my beauty.

Just now those tiny animals

enraptured you to feelings

that were unique to you, right?

Pardon me. Satano, Loco Satano.

One has no choice over his name.

We are what the world makes of us.

There's a lot of talking about ants around here, you know?

Only few know about these unique beings.

Almost no one understands them.

They really are very similar to humans.

And still... they're superior.

They only lack a will.

They want to live.

Like every being.

No. Living... living, living doesn't interest them.

The only thing they live for

is the queen that gave birth to them

and who's repeatedly giving birth to the likes of her.

The queen is the only being that counts.

Just imagine, Bela Bonita...

wouldn't it be fascinating

to cross a human with an ant?

The indians call him the Antman.

For me it's the meaning of Creation.

Why do you tremble?

Why do you tremble?

Why... do you tremble?

Don Jose.

The only one.

As always with dramatic style.

Bella Bonita.

Most beautiful flower on unfertile sand.

Soon...

I...

Only one.

God, what a guy.

What did he want from you?

I've no idea.

Suddenly thousands of ants appeared and he stood there.

God, Jose,

this land has lots of weirdos.

Who was that guy?

A poor soul that lost his way.

Does it have to do with your family?

He's Miguelito, my brother.

Unlike me, Miguelito was always a bit fragile and sickly.

One day my father let him suffer the ant rite instead of me.

He was hoping it would make him a man.

Big mistake.

What do you mean?

My whole family, even my father, started to fear him.

He became unpredictable.

My father sent me to the boarding school,

and him into the desert.

Jose,

do you remember the rumors about El Bichos origin?

Your brother talked the same way.

Some nonsense about a queen and mating man with ants.

An... Antman.

Right.

An old indian myth.

At the time of the first colonial rulers some shamans supposedly tried

to create a human out of ants to fight the Spanish.

The creature was said to be unbeatable, invulnerable.

The Antman.

An invincible creature?

A creature that doesn't exist.

But what if it does?

What is it that those people fear?

What did you see in the desert today?

Nothing, Bella. Nothing but sand. Definitely no Antman.

Please believe me.

I've been raised here. It's a... myth.

A fairy tale to scare the children.

You are afraid.

Jose, did you notice that I'm the only woman in Campo del Sol?

I'll talk to Miguelito tomorrow.

Whatever curse weighs on this land

our love will be stronger.

I know.

Miguelito?

Not even the crickets dare to chirp.

What tension!

As a former star reporter

Bella Bonita of course had a dossier about El Bicho with her.

Miguelito!

What... what if there is a connection

between the creature in Mexico City

and the closed residents of Campo del Sol?

Miguelito!

Buenos dias, mayor.

I went into the desert.

I saw my mother.

Apparently it's dangerous for women living around here.

If at all.

If at all.

Except for the mayoress.

Must be because some men are only interested in the lower parts of a woman.

Antmen?

What the hell is going on here?

Honey, I think I've an uneasy sense of what's going on.

Me too.

What's up? Are you leaving?

Not me, but you.

What?

I want you to drive back to the city.

At least until I take care of this problem.

You're bonkers.

Please, Bella. Don't be silly.

Silly? What do you think is going on? A rabbit hunt?

No.

A hunt for you.

I don't know what my crazy brother has to do with all this,

but I'll put a stop to it.

With a gun against ants?

It's not for the ants, it's for the madman.

Yes.

The Antman.

And what should your Antman look like?

Like El Bicho.

There's no Antman.

Only someone who exploits that myth.

I think you're totally wrong there, Don Jose de Alvarez.

Nice way to start our new life.

But I just want to protect you.

I bet your family used the same argument.

No wonder they all got crazy.

You don't know what you're saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying and I can protect myself well enough.

A storm of emotions fights inside Don Jose.

But he knows where to find his brother.

At the place his father once banished him to,

in the hell of shame, in the labyrinth of terror.

Bella Bonita.

What a surprise, come in.

I try to avoid going into the desert during the hours of sunlight.

You don't like the desert.

But I love it. The whole world should be a desert.

The supreme is like a mother to me, profound and fertile.

I thought you could maybe-

Now you're wondering, that's good, that's good.

I thought you could maybe explain to me some of the phenomenons?

Everything, everything, my love.

Would you like one?

Yes, gladly.

Why don't you have a seat, Miguelito?

First time I hear that Miguelito.

I thought you would know him.

Miguelito... never heard of Miguelito...

Miguelito...

Pablo, Santos, Maradonna.

Let me through.

You know this is a holy place.

Leave, Jose.

Go home. Take your girl and go.

These bones.

These are the bones of my family.

This is not only my problem.

What are you so afraid of?

Loco Miguelito?

Loco Satano.

Fine.

Then we have the same reasons to smoke this dark cave out.

Let's work together.

And then I have...

pupils...

who...

rub their asses together...

all the day.

It makes a very weird sound.

You will...

For hours.

And you can't disturb them by any means.

That kind can't be trained.

Can I have some sugar?

Just a moment.

Amazing.

And those are just normal ants?

Yes...

Well, these ants...

are, how should I say...

are from a very special brood.

They're just ants.

Ants as you've always known them.

Sometimes they're a plague but nothing more.

Josito.

Go.

I'll go.

In that cave.

And if you're not with Loco Satano,

you let me go.

Would you like another tea?

Yes, that would be nice.

That would be nice, yes.

Wait.

Don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Everything's too old.

Dios mio.

You old farts.

My new queen arrived.

My new queen arrived.

For a moment of eternity their breath caught.

What force gives this fearless gringo the power

to face the gods of the underworld?

You shouldn't have come, Jose Alvarez.

Not you and certainly not your young wife.

Jose.

Jose, don't do it.

I've been wondering why it's taken you so long.

I have to go. - Why so suddenly?

Drink another cup of tea. You'll feel better afterwards.

No, thanks.

Doesn't it taste good?

To tell the truth, it tastes a bit strong.

It won't harm you.

No, I think...

Now you're thinking again. It's nice to see women think.

I like intelligent women, Bella Bonita.

How many generations can you remember, my beauty?

One?

Two?

Three?

At best.

But then, nothing.

Not so if you were an ant.

Every single ant is a gene that memorizes

the collective mind of millions of generations.

Yes, they're so many but still one.

That's what I call a family.

Just imagine, Bella Bonita,

in order to survive

we must make a leap of evolution towards the ant.

And what if we don't want to?

That would be deeply ignorant and cheap thinking.

Such humans wouldn't be qualified for breeding.

My... queen.

Doesn't matter.

It's all over.

The rendezvous is over.

I thought you wanted to spend the night at his place.

Do you have any idea what's going on here?

You want to know what this maniac is doing in his cellar?

Don't start telling me stories, honey, or I'll have to puke.

What's going on here?

What's with Jose?

I think he's not well.

Bella.

Jose.

What did they cover you in?

Sugar water.

It's just for one night. By tomorrow it's over.

No, wait, damn it.

Cow.

No.

Bella!

La Busto, do something.

Nobody asked him to purposely kill ants.

But don't you understand!

Jose is the only one who tries to end all this and you...

Fumigimo, tell her.

She's from the city.

The ant is a holy animal around here, and a very powerful one.

Many people fear the wrath of the gods.

That's why Jose has to endure this punishment.

Until death if the gods wish.

Until death?

That's insane.

Let me free. Jose.

You're insane. All of you.

Yes, maybe we are.

Before the Spanish came our people lived in harmony and productive exchange with the ants.

It was a rich land.

The conquerors from overseas destroyed that culture and let the land wither.

But the ant is still our totem animal.

Our guardian spirit, our force.

With the help of your ants Loco kidnaps and rapes your women.

Yes, he does.

He has the knowledge of our ancestors.

He not only knows the highest secrets of the ant priesthood,

he's able to perform them.

What are the odds on surviving this?

For an Indian... 1 in 10.

Jose!

Jose!

Listen to me carefully.

If you want to survive the night concentrate on something that's stronger then you.

Your wife for example.

Think of the one you love as if it's the only thing you exist for.

That way I became old too.

Jose!

Jose!

Fumigimo.

Expiation.

Expiation.

He made it. He's one of us.

Jose.

Jose.

My love.

It's better you leave now.

Loco Satano won't rest

until he catches and abuses Bella Bonita too.

She can go, he stays.

Let him prove how much of a hero he is.

This is his chance.

He doesn't have a chance.

Busto's right.

I'll fight against Loco.

That's impossible.

Jose defeated El Bicho too.

Satano is not El Bicho.

He controls El Bicho. He can control as many of it's kind as he wants.

He has the knowledge of how to create an Antman.

There must be a possibility.

Loco?

I'm back.

I thought about it. Thoroughly.

And I'd like to know more.

About the desert...

and about the ants.

Oh, I guess I misunderstood something.

I thought...

you want me, Loco.

I thought Loco Satano knows...

how to welcome a queen.

I guess I was wrong.

I knew you wanted me.

Come.

Come and take me.

You make me horny.

I wait for you.

I wait.

I want to show everybody

who is the real queen

of Campo del Sol.

Hasta la vista, gringo.

Mexico breathes easy.

Released.

The evil spell seems to be broken.

But the scream that sweeps through the village with increasing loudness isn't a scream of death.

It's Satano's call for his horrible creatures.

Bella. Bella!

We have to let go. - Never.

Let her go or she'll drag you with her.

Bella!

Bella. Where is she?

In Loco Satano's cave.

I must rescue her.

Dios mio.

Bella.

You may not want to hear it but it doesn't look good.

Keep your mouth shut, Busto.

I'm going in now.

What are my chances?

If you go alone, zero.

If we go together, tiny.

Very tiny.

Have both of you gone nuts?

Within Satano's ant temple you don't have the slightest chance.

Jose already defeated the ants once.

Why not a second time.

And you?

We all have a reason to fight.

So lets fight... together.

My brother.

Your teacher.

You think that's goofy?

To be honest, yes.

That's why the ants will eat you and not me.

Eat. - Fumigimo.

Eat.

Are you ready?

We'll enter the cave before sunset.

Fetch your weapon.

Finally you look like a real man, Jose Alvarez.

Hopefully you'll also behave like one.

Here.

If Loco isn't impressed by your war paint, he'll surely fear this.

What is this?

My own shit.

Dried and stretched with lizard eggshell.

And... maybe... the real reason why Satano spared me.

Thanks.

Will it take long.

An eternity.

Two lonesome silhouettes are riding toward their destiny.

The aggressive hoofbeat of their horses shows grit and fighting spirit.

Today the future of Mexico will be decided.

And our heroes will either be winners of the fight or martyrs in death.

Stay close behind me.

Jose, did you notice?

No ants.

Loco is smarter than I thought.

Are you ready, Jose?

Yes.

Lo and behold.

Visitors.

Just in time to attend the great conception of my new queen.

My big brother.

I'm not sure what suits you better, your chest hair or that silly painting.

Well...

I don't wanna be impolite.

You can be with us when Bella Bonita and I launch our new ant breed.

A perfect way to honor humanity

and improve the Creation.

How about cutting off your balls first?

You don't need them for that.

You dumb and good-for-nothing Indian.

What do you know, eh?

What do you know?

You let your culture degenerate.

I took her out from oblivion and gave her a meaning.

You should be thankful.

Then come down from your turd and show me your power, little Miguelito.

What did you dare to call me?

I called you what everyone else does, Miguelitino.

The little ant bungler.

The bastard from Campo del Sol.

My dear. - Jose.

Jose! Take your wife and go!

Don't you understand yet, Indian?

My power is too great for you to be able to escape.

On the contrary.

I'll have fun with you. One after the other.

Take care of Bella. This is an issue between brothers.

What...

what melody is this?

That's your melody of death, Loco Satano.

Don't you want to call me Miguelito, little brother?

Our mother's Sunday dress.

Mother?

Don't know her.

You're the epidemic that brought death to all the people.

They didn't understand me.

They were so...

Yes, so they were.

But you became something worse. You're no longer a human being.

Stop playing the hero, Josito.

Being a human doesn't mean anything.

It was our father who opened my eyes.

Do you remember the day...

when he shot that lame dog?

He was right. That dog was a weakling, a runt without the right to live.

From then on I knew my way.

The rest...

was fate.

You always felt so strong, Josito.

Strong like a real Alvarez.

Didn't they nourish and care for you.

Just so that you would become the one you now are.

But now,

you'll find out which of us is the real Alvarez.

Your slight, little brother Miguelito.

The freak.

What a mistake.

From now on the world shall not only hear about El Bicho,

now it'll know what El Bicho is!

An Antman! My Antman!

Made out of his most fierce foe,

the liberator of Mexico City,

the hero of Mexico,

my brother, my brother, Don Jose de Alvarez!

Why is it taking him so long?

Don't be so impatient, honey.

As vain as he is, he's probably taking a shower before coming out.

What if he doesn't make it?

He'll make it.

Oh my god.

Stop, Josito.

Bethink yourself. Loco Satano transformed you into the Antman.

But this doesn't mean you lost your conscience.

It's up to you to decide. For Good or for Evil.

It's up to you. You've not yet done him a service.

Choose the Good.

Fumigimo.

You vile monster, you!

You son of a bitch, you, you cunt!

Let her go. Let her go. - Let me go.

Come back you cowardly monster.

Come back and fight like a man, you pussy.

My beauty.

My princess, my queen.

This is the moment I waited for.

I know how to welcome a queen.

And you know...

what you owe me.

Don't try to defend yourself against it.

Enjoy it.

It's your triumph.

You are so... godly.

Now you're hot, eh?

You can kill me, I don't mind.

But you'll never get the fruit you're expecting from me, Miguelito.

You don't have my heart.

It belongs to Don Jose.

Yesterday, now, and forever.

You good thing.

You beauty.

You one-of-a-kind.

I don't want your heart.

I don't care for it.

The only thing that interests me is your brain and your ovaries.

Love, my queen, love is the weakness of the humans.

That's why I'll prevail.

You're mine.

My friend.

Calm down.

You're eager to start, eh?

Well, both of you will get what you want.

Oh god. Oh no.

I'm not a barbarian. Come. Come.

Take her.

I'll never be yours, Loco Satano! Never!

Come on, take her, Josito.

I order you to take her.

Complete my triumph.

Jose, where are you? Jose! Where are you?

Take her.

You rebel. Just wait. I'll show you who's the master of this land.

A fight like the world has never seen before breaks out right in front of Bella Bonita's eyes.

A brutal fight, remorseless and artful.

A fight that only the winner will survive.

I'll miss Fumigimo.

There's many men,

but none like him.

Don't be sad, my dear.

You can be proud of Don Jose.

I know.

He'll always be with me.

Can I get a kiss?

On the mouth, you bitch.

Bella, my dear.

My eternal love.

It hurts me to see you lonely because of that horrible fate that befell me.

But I know you'll live on.

I beg you, please forget me.

I'll never again be the one you once loved.

There's only one last request I have.

Let me be near you forever.

I know I'm asking a lot.

But watching you living your life is the only thing that gives me a reason to live on.

If my request isn't objectionable to you, give me a sign and wear this cactus flower.

I'll never bother you.

I'll love you forever.

Forever yours, Jose.

The producers say 'thank you so much' to the president of Mexico and the gentlemen and ladies of Campo del Sol!

Love... lost love.

Crazy things. Bella Bonita.

Don Jose, inhales, smokes marijuana.

Loco Satano, Fumigimo, and La Busto. Good evening, friend.

The cockroach, the cockroach, cannot move anymore...

because it has no, because it needs some...

marijuana it can smoke.

The cockroach, the cockroach, cannot move anymore...

because it has no, because it needs some...

marijuana it can smoke.

A brandy please, Don Jose, Don Jose.

Ah, Campo del Sol, tell me! Damn fortune, tell me!

Don't fuck with me, Jose, Bella Bonita,

Matrimony, Bella, inferno!

Crazy things, marijuana ???? please,

Mexico,

Mexico,

Escaping the scene with the husband. Antman, a new film!

With marijuana, Bella and Jose. Damn crazy man, Miguelito.

Drink to the film Antman. ??? marijuana, Barbara and Jose.

Having a drink with Miguelito. Tell me, tell me.

??? don't fuck with me.

[The cockroach, reprise]

A brandy please, Don Jose, Don Jose.

Ah, Campo del Sol, tell me. Damn fortune, tell me.

[Reprise the whole song]