Seven Cemeteries (2024)

[bunniefuu]

(wind whistling)

(dramatic music)

(door closes)

- Babe, we're just talking.

- [Carmela] I'm

calling the police.

- Just stay quiet,

get behind me.

- (speaking foreign language)

- (speaking foreign language)

- Buenos das, Matteo.

- Buenos das, Abuelo.

I didn't think you'd

be back so soon.

- On my age, time is not

something you take for granted.

You have an answer for me?

- Your offer is

very generous seor.

But I cannot accept.

Our family has worked

this land for generations.

It's all we have.

But that's worth a

lot more than money.

- Family, pride, history.

I can respect all those things.

- (speaking foreign language)

- Of course.

(suspenseful music)

But you misunderstand one thing.

This wasn't a negotiation.

- No!

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

Matteo!

- Look at me cabrn.

I want my face to be

the last thing you see.

- (speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- No, no!

(Carmela crying)

- I have a new offer.

Much simpler.

Turn over your ranch or uh...

this.

My men will be back at

dawn for your answer.

(Carmela sobs)

Your choice.

Adis seorita.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

- No, no!

Vamanos.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(camera clicks)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(men speaking foreign language)

(g*n clicks)

- You know what?

I'd best be going.

- Santana Bravo.

My husband Matteo

sent you that note.

That's his blood on the ground.

I need protection.

I can pay you.

- Protection, from who?

- El Abuelo.

He wants my ranch and he'll

be back at dawn to take it.

- Lady.

Unless you've got an

army in your pocket,

I suggest you just

give him what he wants.

Call it a day.

- I can't do that.

Not anymore.

(dramatic music)

- I'm sorry.

What you need, I ain't got.

(dramatic music)

(siren wails)

- Everything all right, Carmela?

Mr. Bravo, heard you just

got released from Huntsville.

- That's right, sir.

- He came looking for work.

I told him we had none and

that was the end of it.

- That Matteo's old Henry r*fle?

- Like I said.

- All the same, I

think we'd best bring

Mr. Bravo back to the

station, have a little chat.

- Alright sir, just turn

on that body camera.

- Funny thing.

It was working fine this

morning, but oh well.

Theirs too.

Go on now, get in.

I said get in.

I ain't going to ask you again.

- Unless you got a warrant Jake,

you can get off my property.

- You might want to think

twice about pointing

that blunderbuss at an

officer of the law, Carmela.

Assuming it'd actually fire.

(sheriff grunts)

I'll tell you what...

Let's just forget

the whole thing.

The lady here obviously doesn't

wanna press any charges.

You're free to go.

(Bravo groans)

(Bravo grunts)

That's for all the times

you didn't get busted.

(Bravo groans)

Now get.

Not that way.

That way.

- [Carmela] Jake.

Just seeing him off.

You believe in justice Bravo?

That there's somebody

bigger than both of us

making sure that

the good prevail

and the bad get there

just desserts?

Take this old hog k*ller...

Probably ain't been

fired in a decade.

Got no idea if it

still even sh**t.

Now it stands to

reason that if there's

a grand design in heaven,

all I gotta do is pull the

trigger and find out what it is.

What do you think Bravo?

(g*n clicks)

End of the line...

Or are you destined for

better things?

(suspenseful music)

(g*n clicks)

Well damn, Susie.

Maybe this is your

lucky day after all.

(g*n clicks)

(g*n firing)

Well hallelujah.

(dramatic music)

Sorry son of a b*tch.

(g*n clicks)

(g*n firing)

(dramatic music)

(g*n clicks)

(g*n firing)

(Bravo groans)

(g*n clicks)

(dramatic music)

(g*n clicks)

By the way, El Abuelo

sends his regards.

(dramatic music)

I'm sorry you had to be

a part of this Carmela.

Truly am.

- f*ck you Jake.

(Bravo grunting)

(wind whistling)

(dramatic music)

(Bravo breathes heavily)

(birds chirping)

(truck door closes)

(engine rumbling)

(Bravo groaning)

(Bravo groaning)

(dog barking)

(door opens)

- You're up.

Listen, sorry I couldn't

keep the kidney.

Okay?

It's over there in a

mason jar if you want it.

Keepsake or whatever.

It's not like I could

sell it or anything.

Smells like mezcal and rat piss.

Anyway, welcome back.

- What if I didn't

wanna be back?

- Well, maybe I

don't wanna squeeze

my dog's a**l glands

to make healing paste.

Like mi esposa,

Miguel over there.

He didn't wanna come back,

Did you, Miguelito?

(chair creaks)

- Oh sh*t.

- Don't let the silent

treatment fool you.

He'll talk the hide off

a cow when he gets going.

Ain't that right (speaking

foreign language)?

You know I hate that.

(g*n clicks)

(g*n firing)

- [Bravo] Ah, what the f*ck?

- Now go get me some corn.

- Bruja.

- I prefer (speaking

foreign language).

But bruja works, as

does enchantress.

- You're an old wives tale.

- Hmm.

- [Bravo] I'm dead.

I'm f*cking dead.

Like him, I'm dead, f*ck.

(Bravo cries out)

- You feel that pendejo?

That's pain.

That's what the dead crave most.

They want to feel

again, to feel anything.

You consider yourself lucky

that I got to you just in time.

Like baby cakes over here,

why do you think he doesn't

just walk out the door

and keep right on going, eh?

- Ah (speaking foreign

language), here it goes.

- Because he knows that

I could give him life.

And not just any life,

Not like you're

walking dead variety.

I mean real life.

The kind that you're born into.

Full of pain and joy

and satisfying sex.

But first, he has to earn it.

- She is pure f*cking evil.

- Don't be so dramatic honey.

- If you're looking

for another play thing,

forget it, I'm not playing.

- I'm looking for a man.

Who can stand up to El Abuelo.

I know who you are, Bravo.

And what he did to you.

I know what he did to your wife.

(Bravo cries out)

- You don't know sh*t.

Every day I spent in that cell,

I dreamt of different

ways he was dying.

But dreaming and doing

are two different things.

- But you are a legend Bravo.

Legends, they don't give up.

They don't quit.

- They do now.

- I don't believe you.

- Back then I had a crew,

(speaking foreign language)

had my back, no matter what.

Now, I'm nothing

like I used to be.

- Well then you need a new crew.

And a kick in the a*s.

- There's nobody

alive crazy enough

to stand up to Abuelo.

- Alive, maybe not.

- No.

(witch chuckles)

Nah, no way.

No f*cking way.

- Come on, come on,

here, drink this.

Drink it, you'll feel better.

I squeezed it just for you.

(Bravo gags)

Vamos, vamos, get dressed.

(dramatic music)

- [Guadalupe] Santana.

- [Bravo] Lupe.

(dramatic music)

- The Aztecs believed that the

sun gave life to all things.

But the sun's light could

not reach the underworld

and the souls who

were trapped there.

For that, they needed

the mother of all blades.

Blessed by the sun

God, Huitzilopochtli.

Only human blood can

harness the sun's power

and channel it down to

the earth and create--

- Is there a shorter version?

Cause we only got till dawn

to save this lady's farm.

Just stand over a

grave and bleed.

That's it.

- That's it, no,

no special words?

- Ouch.

- I'm gonna need your

keys, take your truck.

- Yes, here.

- [Bravo] And I'm

gonna take him with me.

- Ah, Miguel?

(scoffs) He is useless as

week old fish.

- Yeah, but he

can stop a b*llet.

That's good for starters.

(bruja groans)

- Bring him back in one

piece and you know the piece.

(dramatic music)

- So what's it like?

- What?

- Being dead.

- Like you're

locked in the trunk

of your stepdad's

Buick Century Regal.

I know, weirdly specific, right?

- And now?

- You mean being one

of the living dead...

(Bravo groans)

It wears a bit thin

after a while, for sure.

But I kind of like it in a way.

No pain, no expectations.

- Wish I didn't feel any pain.

(Miguel grunts)

(dramatic music)

Are you looking?

- I don't know his name.

- Eugene, his name is Eugene.

(dramatic music)

- [Miguel] Friend of yours?

- Hardly, I put him there.

- Hell of a first draft pick.

(dramatic music)

- [Bravo] I must be

gone in the head.

(Bravo grunts)

(dramatic music)

(dirt steaming)

- Hmm.

- What?

- Just never got to enjoy the

process from up here before.

(dramatic music)

You might want to

stand back a little.

(dramatic music)

- What the hell?

- A little more.

A lot more.

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(rumbling)

More back!

(dramatic music)

(expl*si*n)

- [Bravo] Holy sh*t!

(dramatic music)

- Perhaps you use

too much blood.

(Eugene grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Eugene grunting)

(upbeat music)

(camera clicks)

- Wait a minute.

(upbeat playful music)

I was dead?

- Crazy, right?

- Did you do this?

Bravo.

- Easy now big fella.

(Eugene growls)

(shovel thuds)

- Damn, Bravo.

You still hit like a b*tch.

(shovel thuds)

Oh, that felt good.

Come on!

- All right, easy, easy.

(shovel thuds)

(Eugene chuckles)

- I didn't feel a thing.

Whatever you did

to me, I liked it.

I'm back!

- This ain't no free ride.

- Huh?

- I got a job for you.

- No, see this dog

don't bark for nobody.

Especially not your a*s.

You see the world is going to

remember Eugene B...

...Dobroz!

- [Bravo] I'd think

about that Hoss!

One week in the Texas sun,

you're gonna fall

apart like pulled pork.

Only thing the world

will remember about you

is your smell.

- What the hell you

know about that?

- I can give you life.

Real life.

What you got right now,

just a down payment.

- So when do I get paid in full?

- When the job's done.

- Oh hell no.

Man, I ain't going

nowhere looking like

the f*cking butler

from the Addams family.

- If the shoe fits.

(Miguel chuckles)

- [Eugene] Who the f*ck is he?

You know I can rip

your head clean off,

right here, right now.

sh*t down your neck and

it wouldn't mean nothing.

- Actually you couldn't.

The sh1tting part.

- Listen here pencil neck.

Why don't you do yourself a

favor and shut the f*ck up?

(dramatic music)

(insects chirring)

So how does this

zombie sh*t work?

- [Miguel] I don't think of

myself as a zombie.

More like a revenant.

Like DiCaprio minus the bear.

- So we can't die?

Shot in the head or nothing?

- Honestly, I've taken

a bunch of b*ll*ts

but none to the brain.

Problem jefe?

- Damn!

- You know what I, I know

he's around here somewhere.

I just don't know exactly where.

- What's his name again?

- He wasn't buried

under his real name.

- Hmm.

- Had to do with his

fortune in red diamonds

that went missing when he

did his last bank robbery.

(Bravo sighs)

- [Miguel] Marty Philander.

Tobo Wallace.

Whoa, Tommy Lasorda.

I didn't know he

was buried here.

- Tommy Lasorda.

- [Miguel] With a real

crappy headstone too.

(upbeat music)

(camera clicks)

(camera clicks)

- Yep, dead as disco.

- So why Tommy Lasorda?

- Well you know I've

always been a Braves fan.

So Hank Aaron was

my first choice.

- You wouldn't dare.

- You look familiar.

Do I know you?

Oh yeah.

Used to be tight with the

H town mob back in the day.

- What's it to you?

- Yeah, you're the

dumb m*therf*cker

tried to ice my man Bravo here.

How'd that work out for you?

(Tommy laughs)

(dramatic music)

(men yelling)

(Tommy laughs)

(Tommy groans)

Oh sh*t!

(car scraping)

[Tommy] Oh my neck!

- Sons a b*tches!

- [Tommy] Dude,

help me out here.

- Listen!

You two pull that sh*t again,

and I'm putting you

both back in the ground.

Damn.

- Sorry compadre.

- Sorry, ain't getting it.

What are they gonna do now?

(Tommy sighs)

(neck cracks)

- There.

(Miguel groans)

- These idiots.

(neck cracks)

- Aw.

(dramatic music)

(people speaking in

foreign language)

- She won't be alone,

I fight with her.

- (speaking foreign language)

I can't ask you to stay.

- Then you can't

ask me to leave.

If this is where

I die, so be it.

My life has been good.

Well not that good,

but good.

Carmela, there are

no time for tears.

We have work to do, come.

- Gracias, gracias.

- So what now?

- It looks like hitchhiking

is pretty much off the table.

- Hey, look what I found.

- They buried you

with your phone?

- Yeah, I guess so.

See if it works.

(phone buttons beeping)

Wakey, wakey my

little chupacabra.

(woman screams)

I'm back.

(Tommy laughs)

My ex, I like f*cking with her.

Oh sh*t.

Dead battery.

- Tommy,

you had a phone and

you call your ex?

What the hell is wrong with you?

We got five hours to sun up.

More cemeteries

to hit, and you--

- Hey, gonna stop right?

(Tommy thuds)

(people screaming)

- You get 20 to life in

this state for hit and run.

- [Tommy] Hello pretty ladies.

(woman screaming)

Allow me to escort you

outta your carriage.

We need a ringer.

I mean a veritable,

bonafide superstar.

- What about Quasimodo?

(dramatic music)

- Quasimodo the wrestler?

- I know where he's buried.

- What?

Let's dig him up.

(dramatic music)

(Quasimodo groans)

What the?

(dramatic music)

- (speaking foreign language)

- Yeah, I've been

asking the same thing.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Tommy] What's happening?

- Shh, he's making the pitch.

- (speaking foreign language)

- Her name of Dolores.

- (speaking foreign language)

- She was his Juliet.

- (speaking foreign language)

- The love of his life.

He died for her and

now he wants her back.

- What?

This ain't fantasy island.

We need fighters, not lovers.

- (Miguel speaking

foreign language)

- (speaking foreign language)

- In the ring they

call her the Banshee.

- (speaking foreign language)

- She can k*ll six men

with a number two pencil.

- (speaking foreign language)

- A dozen more if she

had a pencil sharpener.

(Tommy chuckles)

- Hell, that's my kind

of woman, but still.

- (speaking foreign language)

- He says you get them

both, or you get neither.

- We can go for a two for.

(dramatic music)

(vomiting)

- Oh.

That's the Banshee?

- That's her.

- Dolores.

(Dolores coughs)

Mi amor.

- [Tommy] Oh!

(Dolores crying)

- [Quasimodo] Mi amor!

- (speaking foreign language)

(Dolores groans)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- [Voices] Quasimodo,

Banshee!

- What if I k*lled

myself to be free of you?

What do you think of that?

- [Tommy] Oh, you are looking at

350 pounds of sad right there.

- You're not helping cabrn.

- Hey!

Don't wind me up, Missy,

I don't wind down easy.

- Listen.

- Plus I have penchant

for marriage, all right?

(finger cracks)

Ow!

- Put a ring on it, puta.

- Damn it!

That's my best nose picker.

That little, I'll bite

that nose of yours off

and stick it up your a*s.

- [Dolores] Oh, you wanna try?

Come on.

- (speaking foreign language)

- Hey!

Shut the f*ck up!

(dramatic music)

- [Carmela] Hey...

- 15.

That's it.

That's all we got.

(dramatic music)

(Carmela sighs)

- (speaking foreign language)

- f*ck man.

- (speaking foreign language)

(engine rumbling)

- You put this on

me after I was dead.

(both speaking foreign language)

Bye.

(dramatic music)

- What is he good at?

- Busting heads with a stick.

(dramatic music)

(camera clicks)

- So you a real hockey player

or you just like

playing dress up?

What's your name man?

- Stickface.

- Stickface?

What the hell

kinda name is that?

(Eugene groans)

- Like stick, plus face.

- I get it.

- [Bravo] Oh sh*t!

- [Tommy] Oh...

Hey, let's keep it on

the road boss.

Uh oh, why we stopping?

- [Bravo] Everybody

out, let's go.

(dramatic music)

They're here.

(dramatic music)

- Grandma, they're coming.

- Oh, my teeth.

(dramatic music)

- Buenos das, Carmela.

Hope you all had

a restful night.

Now honey, I know you ain't

happy with the choices

in front of you right now,

but it's time to

pick your switch.

What do you say you

just come on out

with your hands on your head

and we just ride on outta here.

Start over fresh.

(door thuds)

I ain't saying you ain't brave

and all, but the way I see it,

you're all hat and no

cattle in this matchup.

So El Abuelo asks you for

the very last time,

do you accept his--

(g*n firing)

(men groan)

- (speaking foreign language)

(men mumbling)

What?

You weren't going to accept?

(g*ns firing)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Let's f*ck her up!

(g*ns firing)

(dramatic music)

- [Bravo] Hey, cabrn!

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

(Quasimodo yelling)

- [Dolores] Quasimodo!

(dramatic music)

(man groans)

- Fast ball.

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

- Hey Miguel, get over here!

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

(man groans)

(dramatic music)

(men groaning)

(g*n firing)

Welcome to the party Miguel.

- Ah gracias.

- Bravo, I though you were--

- Don't worry, they're with me.

- They're, they're--

- Use your words.

- Holy f*ck.

- You told me to get some help.

This is what I got.

(upbeat music)

- (speaking foreign language)

(Bravo grunts)

(upbeat music)

- I'm Tommy.

- Carmela.

- (speaking foreign language)

Ma'am.

- No!

- No one's gonna help me?

(speaking foreign language)

Buenas t*rd, seora.

(women chatting in

foreign language)

- [Tommy] Oh, yeah.

Oh, f*ck me running.

I've turned into my

f*cking grandmother.

- Yep.

The sphincters pretty

much take a vacation.

- Alright, time to

put out Geppetto.

It's time for me to

turn into a real boy.

- George Foreman's got

a point there, boss.

You did make a promise.

- I said when the job was

done, it ain't done yet.

- Hold on, hold

on, hold, hold on.

Can't be moving

the goal post now.

Look, we got here

before sunrise.

We b*tch smacked Abuelo's men.

The job is done.

- Abuelo's gonna be back.

He'll have

an army with him.

You afraid Eugene?

- Don't nothing scare me.

- Then prove it!

I'll keep up my end of the

deal, you keep up yours.

So what'll it be?

We're gonna save this

lady's farm or what?

(dramatic music)

- I fight with Bravo.

- I fight, Bravo.

- (speaking foreign language)

- If that grandma's in, me too.

sh**t.

- This sh*t ain't over Bravo.

- Alright, Miguel.

- Yeah?

- [Bravo] We need a look out.

Go out and watch the main road.

The rest of us,

we have a house to fortify

and an abuelito to k*ll.

Show me all the entry points.

- Entry points.

- Shut up.

(dramatic music)

- (singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign

language continues)

(singing in foreign

language continues)

(coffee pouring)

(buttons click)

(ominous music)

(Abuelo grunts)

(blood pressure monitor beeps)

(Abuelo grunts)

- [Abuelo] Hector.

Is it your intention to k*ll me?

- No.

Abuelo, never.

- Then why do you come

to my home to inform me

that Santana Bravo's still alive

instead of doing

something about it?

- I mean, we couldn't.

There was, there was, there

was just nothing we could do.

- Go on.

- Well, you gotta understand

he has a new posse now.

- How many?

A hundred, 200?

- No.

Um, six or seven.

- Hundred?

- Ah, total.

(Abuelo chuckles)

- Total?

I see.

So you run away.

Pitter patter, little feet.

Like a, little girly

girl, screaming?

- No, look Abuelo,

you gotta understand

there was nothing we

could do all right?

I mean, we tried everything man.

This guy just, he, he

couldn't be stopped.

- You see that bear?

- Yeah.

- I didn't sh**t him.

I k*lled him with a bent

stick and a pine cone.

(Abuelo chuckles)

- Abuelo, please.

- Everything can be stopped.

- Not this, this, no!

(g*n firing)

(dramatic music)

(g*n firing)

- Uh, it helps if

you have a g*n.

- We're gonna have to

board up every entrance.

Cellar?

(mysterious music)

(Bravo sighs)

(light switch clicks)

(dramatic music)

What's this?

- Tunnels.

My grandfather used these

tunnels to smuggle our family

and other people in

need across the border.

It's been sealed up for years.

Then Trump built his wall

and the cartel started

looking for ways

to move their product

across the border.

- That's why Abuelo

wants this place.

- Matteo was ready to

dynamite the thing

so they'd leave us alone.

He didn't get the chance.

(dramatic music)

(thudding)

- Is there lights?

(light switch clicks)

(dramatic music)

Why didn't you tell

me about this before?

- I don't know.

I, I guess I didn't want you

to think we were involved.

- Lady, listen, I did

28 years in prison.

18 in the hole.

I don't judge anyone.

(harmonica playing)

(upbeat music)

Oh give me a home

where the buffalo roam

(Miguel chuckles)

Where seldom is hurt

- [Miguel] Oh sh*t.

An the skies are not

cloudy all day

(g*n clicks)

Let me guess.

Jos-a and Jos-b?

(Miguel grunts)

(accordion music playing)

- [Abuelo] Hey Manolo.

(accordion wobbles)

(upbeat accordion music)

What's wrong with your face?

- What's wrong with your face?

- Not a time for

glibness, amigo.

What happened to my men?

- Do you want the

clinical explanation?

(upbeat accordion music)

(accordion wobbles)

- Let's take a trip

to the Olive Garden.

- I love the Olive Garden.

(bone cracks)

(Miguel screams)

Stop you're hurting me.

- Who are you?

(bone cracks)

(Miguel screams)

- Look, I have a few teensy

winsy boundary issues.

- You want me to do all

five fingers?

- The thumb isn't

technically a, a finger.

- [Abuelo] Oh and

neither is the elbow.

- What?

(Miguel screams)

(Miguel laughing)

(accordion wobbles)

(Miguel chuckles)

- sh**t him in the ba*ls.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Not the danglers.

Dito, Manolo.

Right, those are your names?

Yes, yes, like we're friends,

right we're friends!

Come on, friends!

Yes?

You, you have TikTok?

Yes, no?

We have connection, yes?

- In the mood to talk now.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

We could do that

whole TikTok thing.

Just don't sh**t me in the--

(g*n firing)

(Miguel screams)

(Miguel speaking

foreign language)

That was totally unnecessary.

Ah!

I'm a f*cking Barbie now!

You,

you.

And since we're

being so gratuitous.

- Jesus Christ.

- [Miguel] More like Nick Fury.

(Miguel chuckles)

And to think I walked outta

the house looking like this.

(dramatic music)

- k*ll him.

k*ll him.

(g*ns firing)

(Miguel chuckles)

- Just thought you

might want to know

what you're up against.

The others are like

me, but way less chill.

(accordion wobbles)

(dramatic music)

- You have been

to see the bruja.

- The bruja has been to see me.

- Which explains the rot.

- Comes with the

package, I'm afraid.

- And they say she restores

the person to full life.

Not whatever you are.

- That's premium package.

- Is that what Bravo,

promised your compadres?

(dramatic music)

Vamanos.

(accordion wobbles)

(hammer tapping)

(country music playing on radio)

- [Grandma] Okay.

Okay.

- Well.

I oughta call this place

the stitching post.

You are a Rembrandt

of sewing, seora.

Eugene, Eugene, looking

good, look at you!

- Why don't you try to

make it look better?

- Oh, okay.

If I had a hand

- Let me ask you a question.

Do you think we can

really trust Bravo?

- I do.

- Well, you know, we

haven't even seen this bruja

and her magical frijoles.

I mean, what if

she doesn't exist?

What if he's just been

playing us this whole time?

- Guess we'll find out.

Oh man.

- Really?

- Little help?

Go on, finish up.

(music continues

playing on radio)

(machine rumbling)

- You know, it's funny

how we spend our time.

Until we lose it.

- You are a poet.

Put him in.

(Miguel grumbles)

(dramatic music)

(wood chipper rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(Miguel laughing)

(Manolo screams)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(knife slides)

- What am I doing?

I don't even wanna live.

(dramatic music)

- Everyone's in position.

We have to get inside.

- How did you do it?

How did you bring them back?

Have you ever been

married Mr. Bravo?

- Once, a long time ago.

Her name was Guadalupe.

She died 'cause she loved me.

- Wouldn't you bring

her back, if you could?

(dramatic music)

- Their back.

Huh, one car.

Unless they're superhuman

clowns or something,

color me unimpressed.

- [Eugene] One car?

- Yeah.

- Hold on, let me see.

I'll be damned.

It really is one car.

Ain't that some sh*t.

- Where the hell's Miguel?

- (speaking foreign language)

Get your!

(suspenseful music)

- [Tommy] Who's that?

- La bruja.

- [Tommy] Well, we

gotta do something.

- Please Bravo,

don't let me die.

Don't let me die!

Bravo, please!

He only wants you, Bravo.

- You might want do

what the lady says.

- Move mija.

(dramatic music)

(b*mb beeping)

- I'm scared.

(Guadalupe crying)

He wants you, Bravo.

Don't let me die.

- [Guadalupe] Don't let me die.

- It's gonna be okay.

(b*mb beeping)

- I'll take care of this.

I swear.

- [Young Bravo] I'll take care

of this, I swear.

- You're looking good.

(Guadalupe crying)

She was mine Bravo.

You of all people should

have known that.

- She made her choice.

- Sadly the wrong one

for all concerned.

Isn't it amazing how

times have changed?

I don't even need a detonator.

I just dial three.

(b*mb beeping)

- Let's me and you finish this.

Abuelo, just me and you.

- Mano a mano?

Oh!

(Abuelo mutters)

Look at me.

These days, I fight for my life

just going up a

flight of stairs.

Tell me this.

How do you think your undead

friends are gonna react

when they find out their only

chance of life, goes boom.

- They'll want your

head on a stick.

- Right next to yours.

Imagine that, two brothers.

Side by side, heads on sticks.

- We were never brothers.

- Well not by

blood, but in blood.

And that's a stain

you don't wash off

no matter how hard you scrub.

(suspenseful music)

- Go, get him, go!

(suspenseful music)

- Bravo?

(speaking foreign language)

(bruja explodes)

- [Tommy] sh*t!

- [Eugene] Man, this

changes everything.

- Bru gone.

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

- No, no, no!

(dramatic music)

- You got some ba*ls

coming back here.

- I'm so close.

I'm this close.

- You'll get another chance.

You will.

You still have me

and a little old lady who was

pretty good with a shotgun

and your posse.

- I have nothing

to offer them now.

- Just be honest with them.

(dramatic music)

- Time to do God's

work, brother.

Whatever the hell that means.

(dramatic music)

- [Tommy] Four!

(Tommy chuckles)

That's the best they could do?

Come on.

Hey.

What are they doing now?

- Nothing.

- [Tommy] Not a damn thing.

(suspenseful music)

- Step aside Tommy Lasorda.

- Huh?

- Gonna put some

biscuits in the basket.

- [Tommy] Oh, you go

get 'em, Stanley Cup.

He got a plan.

(suspenseful music)

- Time to get stick faced.

(suspenseful music)

Uh oh.

(Stickface explodes)

- Oh sh*t!

They blew up Sticky!

- sh*t.

- [Tommy] I think

that was a m*ssile.

- [Bravo] Damn it.

- [Tommy] f*ck.

They're fixing to

blow us all up.

(Tommy cries out)

- [Bravo] Son of a

b*tch, that's Sticky!

- [Tommy] Was Sticky.

(dramatic music)

[Tommy] Holy sh*t.

Now that just ain't fair.

What are we gonna do now, Bravo?

(dramatic music)

(upbeat accordion music)

[Tommy] So what's plan B?

- Where does this

thing spit out?

- An abandoned factory

on the Mexican side.

- (soldier on radio speaking

foreign language)

(soldier on radio speaking

foreign language)

- Don't you let him get

away, you m*therf*cker.

- Keep moving, keep moving.

(g*n firing)

- Oh sh*t!

(g*ns firing)

No woman, stay back!

- Get them!

(g*ns firing)

(dramatic music)

- [Soldier on radio] I can't

get to Bravo and the woman!

- f*ck!

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

- [Soldier] Taking fire!

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

- Tommy!

(Quasimodo roars)

- Alright, Lasorda, come on.

- Ah.

- (speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- I thought there'd be more.

- [Bravo] There will be.

Come on, any minute.

- If you stay, I stay.

- We'll be right behind you.

- No Bravo.

- Trust me, mija.

Let's go.

- (speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Okay, let's gather

up all these grenades

and blow the hell

out of this joint.

- Not you, old friend.

You're all done here.

- Hey, this ain't down to you.

- Actually it is.

It's where we belong.

- You still got some life,

put it to good use.

- Yeah, go out there and

do something nice like,

save some kittens or something.

- [Tommy] Let's do it

again sometime.

You remember them red diamonds

that went missing during

that San Antonio job?

- Damn, you nasty.

- [Tommy] Put 'em to good use.

- [Quasimodo] (speaking

foreign language)

- Let's blow this joint.

- Like you read about.

It's been a hoot, muchacho.

(dramatic music)

(tunnel rumbling)

(g*ns firing)

(dramatic music)

- Where's Bravo?

- I don't know mija, we

got to go, we've gotta go.

(dramatic music)

- Dolores.

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- (speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(g*ns firing)

- [Tommy] Ahhh!!

- [Eugene] You mother--

(tunnel booming)

(dramatic music)

(Bravo groans)

- Go!

Bravo!

Bravo!

(suspenseful music)

- Carmela, no, no!

(dramatic music)

- Carmela!

(dramatic music)

(Bravo grunting)

- [Bravo] Lupe.

- No, you don't get

to die on me Bravo.

- [Grandma] (speaking

foreign language)

- Keep digging!

- (speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- Here, here!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Carmela grunting)

- [Grandma] Bravo.

- [Carmela] Bravo!

- [Grandma] Come on.

- [Carmela] Not breathing,

- [Grandma] I know.

- He's not breathing.

- (speaking foreign language)

(Carmela cries out)

(speaking foreign language)

- Bravo, bravo!

- I know, (speaking

foreign language).

- No!

- We have to go, we

have to go, yeah.

He's dead, sweetheart.

We have to go, come.

(dramatic music)

No.

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

Take this.

(dramatic music)

(Grandma coughs)

(dramatic music)

(grandma gasps)

(dramatic music)

Come to mommy.

Come to mommy.

(speaking foreign language)

Yeah!

- Oh Bravo.

(Bravo coughing)

- I thought I was

kissing an angel.

(dramatic music)

(Carmela grunting)

(Bravo grunting)

- Vamos!

- [Abuelo] Hola, amigos.

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

Remember we used to play

here when we were kids?

Hide and seek.

Of course it was a

avocado orchard back then.

Remember when we fell off the--

(g*n firing)

- (speaking foreign language)

(g*n clicks)

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- k*ll me, I've already

died twice today.

(Abuelo chuckles)

But let her be.

- Sorry, we made a deal,

her ranch or her life.

She chose unwisely.

Like your Guadalupe.

Funny how things come

full circle, you know?

(dramatic music)

(Abuelo crying out)

(Abuelo screams)

- Miguel.

(Abuelo screaming)

For Lupe.

(g*n firing)

(dramatic music)

- And this is for Matteo.

(dramatic music)

Ah, ah, ah, look at me cabrn.

Look at me.

(dramatic music)

I want my face to be

the last one you see.

(dramatic music)

(hammering)

- Save me a seat by

the fire, compadres.

(speaking foreign language)

What now?

- Rebuild, somehow.

- It won't be easy.

- I'll manage.

(gentle music)

- Here, this might make

it a little easier.

Uncut red diamonds,

compliments of Tommy Lasorda.

- Where was he keeping these?

- You don't want to know.

(both chuckling)

- Tommy.

You could stay, you know.

Help out, I could

pay you, in diamonds.

(Carmela chuckles)

- No, mija, I got other plans.

I gotta go Carmelita.

(speaking foreign language)

- (speaking foreign language)

- I will, will.

Seora!

(speaking foreign language)

- (speaking foreign language)

(gentle upbeat music)

(Bravo sighs)

- I don't think there's

any place on Earth

more beautiful than this.

Unbelievable.

Most beautifulest place,

this side of heaven.

Lately mija, I've been

thinking, I'm tired.

I've done what I

was put here to do.

And now...

...I think...

I'm ready to move on.

I just want to be

with you, baby.

- Not yet, mi amor.

Your body will heal

and so will your soul.

You have so much

more to do, Santana.

(upbeat music)

- [Bravo] Hey, (speaking

foreign language).

Bravo and the hand!

(Bravo chuckles)

(upbeat music)

Look out, dead hand walking.

(Bravo laughs)

I think this is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

(upbeat music)

Amigos till the end.

All cinco dedos.

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)