Mexicali (2026)

[bunniefuu]

[bright music]

[suspenseful music]

[man 1 speaking]

[man 2]

Call me Joe.

You lose,

get knocked out or hurt...

...that's gonna

bring attention. See...

...I don't care about you.

I care about the attention.

[Joe]

But I don't lose.

[chuckles]

The confidence of Cassius Clay.

I like that.

[Joe]

Fighting is the only thing I'm good at.

Okay, you make your cut,

the rest stays in-house.

[Joe]

How many times can I fight?

You owe people money?

[Joe]

We had a bad run on the farm.

There are 12 people

relying on me for wages to eat.

Then you better win,

or nobody eats.

[crowd clamoring]

[punches thudding]

[slow, tense music]

[crowd whooping, clamoring]

[suspenseful music]

[chattering in Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[crowd cheering]

[speaking Spanish]

[both grunting]

- [crunches]

- [screams]

[grunting]

[man]

Get him! Get him!

[grunting]

[grunts]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[shouting in Spanish]

[groans]

[choking]

[crowd cheering]

[announcer]

Victory to The Farmer! [laughs]

Dientes Feos has embarrassed

his trainer! [laughs]

[announcer speaking]

[whimpering]

What's, what's that?

It turns your blood to jelly

so you don't bleed out.

- It's good stuff, trust me.

- Mm-hm. Go on, then.

Looks like the blood stopped.

So I got another fight in me.

Look, you're my friend

as well as my employer.

Are you sure about this?

- Did we make enough?

- Not even close.

Then you better

give me another fight.

Come on, mate. Let's go.

[tense music]

[crowd clamoring]

[grunting]

[grunts, yells]

[yells]

- [bones crack]

- [screams]

[groaning]

- [bones crack]

- [screams]

[grunting]

[yelling]

- [groans]

- [bones crack]

[yells]

I'm done. No more.

[grunting]

- [cracking]

- [grunting]

[coughing]

[crowd clamoring]

[speaks indistinctly]

has the victory!

How are we going? We close yet?

- Nah.

- Ah, sh*t.

Another fight, then?

- Oh, yeah. Let's go.

- You got it.

Yeah.

[shouting in Spanish]

[grunts]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[yells]

[grunting]

[grunting]

- [grip tightening]

- [screaming]

[panting]

[crowd cheering, whistling]

[crowd clamoring]

[shouting in Spanish]

[grunts]

[grunting]

- [groans]

- [Lopez] What are you doing?

Are you trying to break his fist

with your face? Come on!

[grunting]

[grunting, groaning]

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting]

[shouting in Spanish]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[panting]

[crowd clamoring]

[crowd cheering, whistling]

[panting]

[announcer]

Victory to The Farmer!

Joe.

Time to leave. Time to leave.

[panting] Did we make enough?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we did.

- Got at least

two months covered. - [both chuckle]

All right, let's go.

That should be enough

to keep the farm going.

[panting]

[gentle music]

[birds chirping]

[woman]

Gosh. Oh, God.

Are you... [sighs] It's awful.

[sighs]

Tsk. I mean--

It's terrible.

But, you know,

the only reason I do it

is because I get all this

attention from you afterwards.

- [sighs]

- [chuckles]

You know, if this is

what you look like when you win,

I understand why you quit.

Ah, come on, it's not that bad.

Joe.

[sighs] Are you sure you feel up

for going down to the orchard?

- Estrella, I told you I'm fine.

- Aw.

Okay.

You did what needed to be done.

That makes you more of a man

than I've ever known before.

Oh. Say that again.

More of a man, huh?

Yes. It makes you more of a man

than I've ever known before.

Your dad would

have done the same.

I'm not so sure.

He spent his life

fighting wars for other people.

When he came back,

it wasn't for me.

- Oh, come on.

- He came back because he wanted to fight

alongside his brothers.

Hey, hey, hey. Come here.

- What?

- What's that about?

Your dad really loved you.

Well, in his way, maybe.

Lopez is rounding up the detail.

You should bring him to pay.

They should see what you had

to go through to get them paid.

Yeah? See all my pain

and suffering, huh?

- Yes. Uh-huh.

- [chuckles]

I'm just doing my part.

[clicks tongue]

You'll do, for now.

- Oh, I'll do, will I?

- Mm-hm.

- That's exactly

what I was thinking. - [squeals] Joe!

- Stop! No!

- [grunts] Sleeping!

- Stop! [laughs]

- You'll be staying, won't you?

- No. We are not sleeping.

- We are sleeping in.

Joe, shoes on the bed?

Get off. Get off!

- Get back to work, you.

- sl*ve driver.

And out the back door

so no one talks.

You don't think that

maybe after a year,

they might just

have some suspicions?

Until you ask me

to marry you officially,

you can come and go in secret.

Okay?

- [sighs]

- You know, I am gonna ask you to marry me.

- Hm.

- But it's got to be perfect.

Perfect.

[gentle music]

Perfect.

[sighs]

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on.

[dog panting]

Come on. Get inside the car.

Yeah. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

[grunts, exhales]

What a life, eh, dog?

[dog whines]

[man speaking Spanish]

[men conversing in Spanish]

[bird cawing]

Ah. Lopez, I come bearing gifts.

- [Lopez] Your winnings, huh?

- Uh-huh.

[Lopez]

You're not resting?

Ah, fresh air is good.

How's the crop?

Uh, we cleared

the diseased trees,

and we're burning the stumps.

We're waiting to see

if we contained it.

If we haven't?

Well, we have to cut some more

and burn those as well

until we do.

This is farming.

There are risks.

[sniffs, exhales]

We can lay them off

until the crop

is ready to be harvested.

[sighs] Uh, these, these people

have worked with Estrella their whole lives.

Their, their parents worked

for her grandfather.

No, we can't just lay them off.

They understand.

This is their life too.

They know the risk.

Why don't you go

and get some rest?

You don't need to be here.

Your face is actually distracting me.

[laughs] That's the pot

calling the kettle black.

Oh, you come around here

begging for sympathy.

- "Look at my poor face."

- [Joe chuckles]

- You're, you're

scaring the children. - Hey, hey, hey.

It has character.

Just like you, Lopez.

And everyone loves you.

Thank you.

[man speaking Spanish]

[truck engine starts]

[speaking Spanish]

Did your truck break down again?

[chuckles] No.

Just routine maintenance.

[sighs] Please clean the sink

when you're done, okay?

Oh, but then

you'll have nothing to do.

- [mutters]

- [laughs]

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Ah. You know,

these trucks will last forever

if you look after them.

My grandfather used to have one.

You know, if I try

to think of a time

that I was as happy

as I am here with you,

the only memory

that comes to mind

is spending time with

my grandfather in that truck.

If you're finished, I'm going

to send Marco into town

to get some groceries

and supplies. Will you go with him?

Just make sure

he doesn't get lost again?

- Sure.

- Okay.

How did I end up

with an Australian mercenary

who doesn't know

the first thing about farm work,

let alone avocados?

- Come on, it's obvious.

- Why?

You're attracted

to my many talents.

- Uh-huh.

- I mean, come on. I, I know 15 ways

to k*ll a man

with a single knife strike.

I can direct

a multi-million dollar air attack

on hidden base using a radio

made from a watch battery

and paperclips.

I wish that was a joke.

But you're with me

mainly because you know how much I love you.

- Mm-hm. [gasps]

- And because for my sins...

- ...you know you can't

keep your hands off me. - [chuckles] Mm-mm.

Mm-mm. No. Go with Marco.

- [sighs]

- I'll be back.

I'm gonna go

get changed now, but, uh...

Oh, my God.

[bird chirping]

What kind of person

chooses to live here?

Person who likes good farmland.

No, I mean, if they had

a choice, why move here?

10,000 people

cross to the US every day.

You move here.

It's a better

climate for avocados.

Sure, sure.

And Estrella's here, mate.

Yeah, I know.

I didn't mean it that way.

But why not take her north?

You don't care about avocados.

You f*cked up.

You did something,

and now they won't let you back

- into the US.

- All right, all right.

You got me. You got me.

I was a soldier for hire.

We, uh, chose who we worked for.

Yeah, sometimes

we definitely chose wrong.

So, that's why Estrella's father

brought you here?

No, no, no, he brought me here--

Well, he-- actually,

he invited me here to help

train the auto defense group.

Where is it that

you went out to fight again?

Lopez says you are unbeatable.

I'm just lucky, mate.

[laughs] No, he says

you don't f*ck around,

that you put people

straight into coffins.

Lopez tells stories.

I wish I could fight like that.

No, no, you don't.

I fought so much, I had no life.

And one day, you wake up

and you realize

you're exactly where you were

when you first started out.

Just older.

Find something you love, Marco,

and you keep it close.

Doesn't matter where you live.

[woman singing in Spanish]

Whoa. These carrots look great.

[speaking Spanish]

If Estrella can give me

another four crates, that would be great.

In fact, I thought

they'd be coming out today,

'cause Memorial Day coming up.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- It's fine.

As soon as you can, amigo.

She's on it.

You know what she's like.

Listen, I heard you got

in trouble with the crop.

[speaking Spanish]

We're replanting.

But don't worry,

you'll get your produce.

Mm. [speaking Spanish]

I can get you a line of credit.

Sometimes I do it

for my customers.

I appreciate that,

but we'd rather pay as we go.

Listen. Everybody

goes through hard times.

[speaking Spanish]

Thank you. Thank you so much.

[speaking Spanish]

[both chuckle]

I only ever understand

half of what she says.

[indistinct chatter]

- We need to leave.

- Okay.

You're not understanding me.

We need to leave, Joe.

[tense music]

[woman speaking Spanish]

f*ck! Look down! Don't,

don't make eye contact, man.

Who are those guys, Marco?

[woman speaking Spanish]

Seor!

- [sighs]

- [slams truck]

[woman yelling in Spanish]

[man]

Hey!

You m*therf*cker.

[chuckles]

Hey, brother.

What's up?

- I'm not your brother.

- [chuckles]

I gotta say, there is an irony

in a f*cking gringoworker

trucking under my hood

to settle in.

I'm just a farmer, man.

Just a m*therf*cking

avocado farmer, huh?

[scoffs] You're one of

the autodefensacollective.

Oh, you think you'll beat us?

Think you're something special?

Yeah, uh...

Don't know

what you're talking about.

Think I haven't k*lled

pinche gringoslike you before?

Think it matters

where you're from, grink?

Where you think you're going,

motherfuckin' pissant?

Did I say you could leave?

Um, Marco, get in the car.

Go. In the car.

Hey, look. Look, look.

Hey, we got no beef with you.

[truck door closes]

We, uh, we saw nothing.

We're no one.

We're leaving.

What happened

to your face, farmer?

Your b*tch slap you around, huh?

[truck engine starts]

[woman shouting in Spanish]

[g*nsh*t]

It's...

[slow sentimental music]

Are you okay?

Sure.

It's a border town.

It attracts bad people.

She was a good woman.

She wasn't a criminal.

I know, I know.

It's just how they are.

And I'm gonna be

just as bad as them.

Yeah, I'm gonna fight back

because it's wrong,

and I'm not gonna

take this anymore.

They'll k*ll themselves off

soon enough.

It's just not fair.

[ominous music]

Sit tight there. They're coming.

Oh. It's, it's them!

[upbeat Spanish song

playing on stereo]

[tires screeching]

Whatever happens, you stay

in the truck. Don't get out.

f*ck them! f*ck them!

Don't slow down.

- Sit tight, all right?

- Joe, go faster!

[tires screeching]

[upbeat Spanish song

playing on stereo]

[panting]

[laughing]

[car doors close]

- [man speaking Spanish]

- [Marco] Huh?

[Marco]

Please. O-- okay, okay. Okay.

- Okay.

- Let's go.

[man speaking Spanish]

On your knees!

[speaking Spanish]

[Marco]

Okay. Please, please, please.

My men said you two peasants

disrespected me.

They said I shouldn't

let a couple of farmers off with disrespecting me.

No disrespect.

I don't even know you.

You don't know me?

[speaking Spanish]

I'm Chavez.

Second most powerful man

in the Devil's Backbone.

Know who

the most powerful man is?

I'm just-- I'm, I'm just

a farm worker. I don't--

[Chavez]

My father.

When you insult a man

from my family and my standing,

you don't just insult him,

you insult his whole organization.

I, I didn't disrespect no one.

Please.

Please, please.

I didn't disrespect anyone.

Don't worry.

I'll make it right.

Your insult will be mitigated

and your family

will face no repercussions.

- [grunting]

- [body thuds]

[man speaks Spanish]

- [yells]

- [g*nsh*t]

[grunts]

[Chavez groaning]

- [g*nsh*t]

- [man groans]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[panting]

[bird cawing]

[Marco panting]

[sighs] sh*t.

[Marco panting]

[softly] You're gonna be fine.

[panting, sobbing]

It's all right.

[crying]

[tense music]

Come on. They'll be back.

You good?

I think so.

All right, we're gonna

dig over there.

We're gonna bury the bodies.

Uh, anything loose,

the shell casings,

the g*ns, the money,

we bury it all.

Come on. I really need

your help with this, mate.

[exhales] Okay.

- Yeah?

- Fine.

[Joe grunts]

[Joe exhales]

All right.

[panting]

[g*ns clatter]

[Joe]

It'll burn out in about an hour.

Just a farmer

burning tree roots.

[Marco]

Only farmers take this road.

It's a quiet road.

[fire crackling]

You didn't

even give him a chance.

They would have k*lled us

without blinking an eye.

Lopez was right.

You are a stone-cold k*ller.

Yeah.

I had no choice.

I had no choice.

[sighs]

[Joe sighs softly]

What happened today, Marco...

...it stays between us.

Promise me, mate.

I won't say a word.

[pensive music]

Good man.

Thank you, boss.

Thank you.

Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

I promise.

[Marco breathes heavily]

- [Joe grunting]

- [thudding]

[birds chirping]

All right.

Hey. Morning, Hound.

- Hey, you hungry, girl?

- [Hound whines]

Huh? You beautiful thing, you.

All right.

Well, talk about beautiful.

It's been nearly three weeks.

How's the new crop coming?

Yeah, Lopez was right about

cutting back the sick plants.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. New crops are doing really great.

Mm-hm.

Trust the old hands, right?

- Yeah.

- Are you, uh, taking Hound

to go fix the truck again?

Yeah, of course. Um,

- she's an expert mechanic.

- Mm-hm.

The truck's been

fixed for weeks, Joe.

Come on. The whole farm can hear

you hitting the heavy bag.

Yeah, I've been training again.

We're safe. We did okay.

Come on.

You don't have to fight again.

Yeah, I know. I know.

But I got a little bit

of philosophy about that.

It's better to be

a warrior in a farm than a farmer in a w*r.

- Yeah? That's it. That's deep.

- Mm.

- You wanna be a warrior?

- Yeah.

You can climb in

through the window.

You wanna be my husband?

You can walk in

through the front door.

It's my saying.

- Can I be both?

- No.

Ouch.

[pensive music]

Can I help you?

Is this your property?

My fiance's. Her family

have owned it for years.

Oh. You've looked after it well.

But you don't

look like a farmer.

You look more like an athlete.

- [snickers]

- You do sports?

Look, you're

on private property.

We don't

actually allow visitors.

It's a fruit farm,

so there are liabilities.

I understand.

Uh, but we seem

to have lost our driver.

Do you mind helping find him?

Not at all. Climb in.

Thank you.

- [knocks]

- [truck engine starts]

[man in white suit]

What a magnificent property.

[Joe]

Yeah, it's certainly something special.

And you sound Australian.

How do you find yourself

all the way down here?

Well, travel.

You know,

my family were farmhands.

Hard work, difficult, itinerant.

Yeah, they,

they never owned anything.

[Joe]

You obviously didn't follow in their footsteps.

[chuckles]

No, I didn't.

I was one of those kids.

Looked at his parents

and said...

..."Not for me."

Uh, don't get me wrong.

They provided the best way they could.

They were satisfied easily.

I'm not.

Uh, yes.

[Joe]

All right. This is us.

Thank you, sir.

We appreciate the ride.

Yeah. Happy to help.

The highway's in that direction.

We can take it from here.

Thanks again.

[indistinct chatter]

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

f*ck.

[music playing on stereo]

- Estrella.

- I told you not to enter the front door.

I'm a good Catholic. I won't

have you ruin my good name.

Estrella, please just--

We need to leave.

I'm not sure for how long.

I'm gonna call Lopez

and have him come

and stay at the house.

But you and I, we have to go.

Wait, what...

What are you talking about?

All right. The day we went

to get supplies with Marco,

he ran into some trouble.

It followed us home,

and I had no choice.

I don't-- Okay.

I don't understand. What?

I hoped and I prayed

it would go away,

but it's not going to.

- We're in danger.

- What do you mean?

Baby, I need to get you

somewhere safe. Please.

All right? Just trust me.

- Go and pack. Okay?

- Okay. Okay, okay.

I will pack, but you have

to tell me everything.

I will tell you everything.

But I gotta call Marco first, okay?

[Estrella whispering]

What the f*ck?

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music]

[insects chirping]

[pensive music]

I love this place.

I don't. Gives me,

uh, hay fever. [chuckles]

I really love this place.

[sighs]

Let's go.

- [line trilling]

- Oh, come on, Marco.

Answer the phone.

You could have told me.

We could have prepared.

[sighs]

Yeah. Yeah, I, I know.

I, I didn't know...

[stutters, sighs]

I was ash--

I was ashamed, Estrella. I...

I understand.

It's okay.

[Estrella sighs]

[knock on door]

[suspenseful music]

Hello again.

Hope I'm not disturbing you.

I said we don't allow visitors.

Uh, I've neglected

to introduce myself.

Tsk. How impolite.

My name is

Javier Baptiste Echevarria.

My friends call me Baptiste.

I'm a buyer for the Giacomo

Fruit and Vegetable Corporation.

We're interested in purchasing

a very significant amount of your avocado crop.

[speaking Spanish]

Where are my manners?

Please come in.

Thank you.

May I offer you, uh, some food?

Uh, we were about to eat.

- Oh, thank you, um...

- Estrella.

- Estrella.

- Yeah.

What a beautiful name.

[Estrella snickers]

Muchas gracias.

The, the, the what corporation?

Um, sorry,

my Spanish isn't very good.

It's Italian. Giacomo.

Uh, we're a major supplier

in North America,

and have

distributors internationally in 40 different markets.

Our crop isn't in season yet.

And besides, it's spoken for.

Take the man's jacket, dear.

Um, I'll keep my jacket on.

I have a slight

case of rheumatism.

You know, I was a boxer.

My old w*r wounds

come back to haunt me.

- [chuckles]

- [Estrella chuckles]

- [Estrella] Yes.

- You know how that is.

Am I right?

- [Estrella chuckles]

- Sure.

Well, please have a seat.

Uh, may I get you

something to drink?

Well, a good tequila,

it's always welcome.

[Estrella chuckles]

Okay. Yes.

Great. Just...

[slow suspenseful music]

Mm.

Beautiful.

What a delicious feast.

Thank you, Estrella.

Mm.

I'll pay more

than current market value

for as much fruit

as you wish to sell me.

I'll beat any offer

you can verify.

We try not to discuss

business at the table.

um, SeorEchevarria.

- You can call me Baptiste.

- Ah.

- Like John Baptiste.

- Yes.

I'm sorry. I hate it when my

working class manners

get the better of me.

No, not at all.

You couldn't know.

Um, the company that we sell to

has been buying

our fruit for several decades.

- Ah.

- It's, it's not an answer

we could give you today.

I hadn't meant to pressure you.

[chuckles]

Uh, I'm very excited, and wanted

the news to be joyful,

- not unpleasant.

- No, no. And we, we are at fault

for not thanking you

for such a generous offer.

Did, did you know

that... [chuckles]

...the, the, the word in Nahuatl

for avocado is aguacate?

It translates to "testicle..."

- Oh.

- ...due to its shape and,

and the belief

that it's an aphrodisiac.

This is my work

as much as my passion, Estrella.

- [Estrella chuckles]

- That's why I do what I do.

You know a lot about avocados.

Mm.

I had a dream.

I dreamt of having

a farm j-- just like this one,

full of old-world charm...

...manicured by generations

of caring hands.

Eh. Just a dream, while

I work for the corporation.

The cartels had that same dream.

Didn't work out for them.

Are you going on vacation?

My sister is pregnant.

We're, uh, we're traveling

to San Diego tomorrow.

- Hm.

- Mm-hm.

- You have a sister?

- Yes.

What's her name?

K-- Katherine.

It's amazing,

the edge you can get with a little research.

I read

you were the only daughter...

...of an ex-soldier

who died waging w*r against the cartels

- when they tried

to take his land. - We're going to see my sister.

- [Estrella] Mm-hm.

- We couldn't find much on you, fighter.

How does

a man like you find himself

running a beautiful avocado farm

like this one?

Oh, uh,

I consider myself very lucky.

She's my fiance.

- I think that explains it.

- Hm.

It will appear my information

is out of date. [chuckles]

Sounds that way, Mister, uh...

Oh, I'm gonna have trouble,

uh, pronouncing your name.

My friends call me Baptiste.

Yeah, but we don't

know each other.

My fianc is just

cautious around strangers.

- [chuckles]

- As he should be.

He has to take care of you...

...since you're a long road

away from civilization here.

The truck parked outside,

that you were driving when we met,

does it belong to you?

Belongs to the farm.

Mm.

That vehicle had an accident.

It ran into a tree recently,

judging by the lack of dust

beneath the paint.

Did you crash

the farm's pickup, Joe?

But that's really

none of your business.

[Baptiste]

Am I making you nervous?

I don't know.

I don't get nervous.

[Baptiste]

Mm.

I have one more question.

Were you, by any chance,

driving the highway from town

around the 750-kilometer mark,

let's say,

three and a half weeks ago?

No.

No, I wasn't.

It's funny

because, um, a farmer,

SeorAlejandro Chavez,

found a burned-out

Chevrolet truck

on his property.

Within the truck's remains,

he found, uh, an AK-47 r*fle.

Mr. Chavez,

being a cautious man...

...called the local authorities,

and they turned it

to the Federales.

The truck identification number

was discovered to belong

to the son of the most powerful

mafia boss in Nuevo Laredo.

[Estrella]

Hm.

El General.

That's-- Oh, my goodness.

They did, in fact,

find a shallow grave

with the mobster's son

and his two friends

buried nearby.

[Estrella]

That's just terrible.

[Baptiste]

Yeah.

Have you finished your meal yet?

[chuckling] Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Think about my offer, hm?

I'll leave you my number.

- [exhales]

- [door opens]

Don't worry, he's my associate.

- [door slams shut]

- [Baptiste] Brother Ruthie.

[footsteps approach]

[exhales]

Okay.

Mr. Ruthie and I are leaving.

[pensive music]

Come, Ruthie.

I don't wanna take more time

from these kind people.

What a meal.

Lovely.

Hm. Thanks again.

[Joe, quietly]

sh*t.

Looks like we bought

ourselves some time. Um...

- I've got to get

in touch with Marco. - No, no, no.

- It doesn't matter.

- We'll just drive there ourselves.

Yeah, maybe they didn't

make the connection.

Didn't make the connection?

How's that possible? If you were in town together,

- someone would've

seen you both. No doubt. - Ah, sh*t.

You're right. You're right.

All right.

Uh, I'm gonna bring up

the truck, call Lopez,

tell him to come

and stay here in the house.

Don't, don't tell him

anything else.

[stutters]

The farm is fine, okay? We don't have a choice.

We'll see this through.

I love you.

- That's all that matters.

- I love you.

- Come here. Okay.

- [sighs]

Look, I'm sorry. Okay?

- Oh. "My wonderful fiance."

What was that? - Wh...

Yeah, um... [smacks lips]

Well, come on, babe.

- Well?

- What? Are you--

You're gonna ask me

to marry you right now?

Yeah.

I think I wanna wait until

I have a more romantic memory

to accompany this decision.

Go. Let's go. Come on.

[birds chirping, cawing]

[Estrella sighs]

[grunts softly]

Tried calling Marco again.

He didn't answer.

Don't like it.

- Shouldn't leave him.

- Oh, God.

I'm sorry

I brought this down on us.

We have each other.

We have some money.

Lopez has the farm.

Be a holiday. Romantic getaway.

All right. Love you, brother.

[truck door opens]

[truck engine starts]

- Whoa, whoa... [stutters]

- What?

- I'll go in and get Marco.

- Okay.

All right?

Just, just stay in the truck.

Keep the engine running.

- Wait.

- Take a sec.

[suspenseful music]

[exhales]

Oh, hey, mate.

My, uh, my car broke down.

Down the street. Broke down.

I was just wondering if I could use--

Hey.

[grunting]

[snaps]

Shh.

Ah, f...

[knocking on door]

Hey. Marco?

Oh, Jesus!

f*ck!

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.

[water dripping]

[breathes deeply] f*ck.

Joe. Wait.

What... Did you...

[panting]

Did you k*ll that man?

- Yeah.

- Huh?

Marco's been m*rder*d.

That's the man that did it.

If I didn't k*ll him,

he would have k*lled me.

- Okay.

- Okay? Now listen to me.

The restaurant outside of town,

near the supply store.

You need to go there,

meet me in the parking lot, and you stay in the truck.

No, no, no, no.

We stay together.

- We stay together. Please.

- Listen. Listen to me.

- Please, please, please.

- Okay? All right?

I have to get them

off our scent.

- [whimpers]

- All right? This is what I do.

All right?

- [Estrella panting]

- Okay? Yeah.

See you soon.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay. Love you.

- Love you.

Now, go.

[truck engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[sighs]

Hey, you were right, Marco.

Yeah, I'm not gonna f*ck around.

I'm gonna put 'em in coffins.

[dramatic sting]

[chuckles]

Remember, you said you wanna

be as bad as they are, huh?

I'm gonna be worse.

I'm gonna

f*cking tear 'em apart.

[liquid sloshing]

[tense music]

[grunting]

- [stabs]

- [gurgles]

[grunting]

- [slashes]

- [screams]

[yells]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunting]

[gurgles]

[body thuds]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[exhales]

[grunting]

[machete clatters]

[grunting]

[groans]

[vehicles approaching]

[suspenseful music]

[speaking Spanish]

[grunts, panting]

A f*cking turf w*r.

For one man with a machete.

Hey, which way did he go?

That way.

Hey!

[speaking Spanish]

[tense upbeat music]

Go that way.

[shouting in Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- [Baptiste speaking Spanish]

[sighs]

Like accountants,

we have ledgers.

And... there is a deficit

in favor of the General.

That deficit was satisfied

with the boy's death.

But now you...

...have to come here...

...and you have to

disturb this cemetery.

Yeah.

I'm here to find out

how good you really are.

Well, I'm not

as good as I'd like to be.

But I'm better

than you think I am.

You're lucky

I've got to be somewhere.

So I'm gonna let you walk away.

No.

I'm not gonna

miss out on this opportunity.

Uh, no offense,

but people like you,

they, they don't,

they don't live long.

Uh, no offense...

...but I intend

to live longer than you.

[grunting]

[grunts]

[groaning]

[yells]

[grunting]

He was just a kid!

[grunting]

Just a kid!

[grunting]

[Baptiste]

Ruthie, is that you?

[Ruthie groaning]

[Baptiste speaking Spanish]

- [Ruthie groans]

- f*ck.

[groans]

- You okay?

- Yeah.

[man shouting in Spanish]

[tense upbeat music continues]

[man shouting in Spanish]

[shell casings clinking]

[Joe grunts]

[birds cawing]

What happened?

[panting]

- What happened?

- "What happened?"

You should have shot on sight.

You should have k*lled him.

You all should have k*lled him!

This is not our territory.

- We need to go.

- Baptiste.

This man is gonna

cause us trouble.

Maybe.

"Maybe"?

Maybe.

Maybe bullshit.

Maybe you have sympathy for him.

That's a weakness.

You fought him and you lost.

So don't ever presume

to tell me about weakness.

Remember your place, pendejo.

Is this yours?

Then learn to f*cking sh**t it!

[Joe panting]

- [gasps] Joe? What?

- [groans]

- [panting]

- Oh, my God. [mutters]

[groaning]

Oh, you're heavy.

Uh, J-- Joe...

Wake up, baby. Please.

Baby, it's okay.

- Hey.

- [mumbling]

Let me see this wound, okay?

- [groans]

- We're gonna put pressure on it, all right?

- One, two, three.

- [groans]

Okay. Hey, listen to me.

- Joe, baby. Baby.

- [panting]

You gotta get your head

back in the game.

You gotta get back

in the fight, right?

Right? Okay?

What happens to me without you?

Without you, I'm nothing.

You understand?

So, please, please, please.

- Yeah.

- Okay?

All right? Please, Joe.

- Okay, okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Okay. Hey.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

- I told you I'd come back.

- [chuckles]

Okay.

- Hey. We're gonna

be all right. I'll drive, okay? - Yeah. Let's go.

Okay.

[truck engine starts]

Okay.

[sinister music]

[birds chirping]

[Baptiste]

So, now...

...you saw me sh**t the farmer.

We searched for him,

and it's my belief that he's dead.

And his body will begin

to smell in a day or two.

- [speaking Spanish]

- [men respond in Spanish]

[speaks Spanish]

You can leave now.

[Ruthie]

The farmer is not dead.

Ruthie.

Come here.

[Ruthie exhales]

If he's alive, we will find him.

I have a plan for him.

Are you okay with this?

Si.

El General doesn't need to know.

I'm glad I can

always count on you.

[Joe groans]

[Estrella]

Hi.

- [groans]

- Hey.

Estrella.

- Hi.

- Hey.

Hi.

- Hey.

- So,

some oranges, bananas,

um, some tomatoes,

some soup, and broth.

How long have we been here?

You had a fever for three days.

The b*llet wound went bad,

so I had to give you some antibiotics

or you would have died.

[chuckles]

- So you owe me. [chuckles]

- [exhales]

Thank you very much.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hm.

You're not

getting rid of me that easy.

[chuckles]

Baptiste has

taken over the farm.

- Lopez?

- He's fine.

Everyone's fine.

We just don't have a farm.

W-- we don't even have a home.

We'll rebuild. We'll go north.

[sighs]

This farm has been in my family

for three generations. I'll leave it, but,

but not in the hands of a thief.

Do you understand me, Joe?

Of course.

No, I've been thinking.

I'm gonna get my farm back

or destroy it.

It's that simple.

You're gonna teach me

how to fight like your life depended on it.

What?

You're amazing.

I just remembered

how much I love you.

You just remembered?

- [laughs, coughs]

- Oh. Shh.

- Oh, don't make me laugh.

- I'm sorry. Okay, okay.

[shushing] I'm gonna

make you something.

[groans softly]

All right. Here.

You open the veins,

he'll bleed out.

[grunting]

[Estrella grunts]

Oh, sh**t.

It's good. It's nice.

- Let's go again. Come on.

- Really?

Knife combat is the most

underestimated form of fighting.

It only takes one shot

to k*ll someone.

- Okay.

- All right.

[panting]

- Femoral. [grunts]

- [grunts]

- Arm. [grunts]

- [grunts]

- Throat. [grunts]

- [grunts]

All right. If you hesitate,

he will k*ll you.

[grunting]

Come on. Get me off

before I take your blade.

You've got to

keep the blade moving.

Be ready. Come on. Be ready.

You take your target down,

immobilize him.

Okay, Joe, let me do it.

- Just start over again.

- Okay. Okay.

You have to keep this blade

moving at all costs.

Come on.

[grunting]

- Good. That was good.

- You're so strong.

That's okay.

It's not about strength. It's about technique.

Good. All right.

- Ah. Good disarm. Great.

- Ooh.

[grunting]

Take it. [grunting] Yes!

Good. All right.

So, if this were real,

what would you really do?

[grunting]

[yelling]

[breathing heavily]

That's what I would do

to protect you.

[Joe breathing heavily]

[dramatic tone]

[slow music]

[sighs]

Look, I, uh...

I know we don't

have the closest relationship.

[chuckles] You've,

you've got your hands full with everything else

that's going on in the world.

And I know, I know,

my, my problems

in the grand scheme of things

are pretty small, but, uh...

Yeah, I'm just... [chuckles]

just another person asking for a little help

in all this craziness.

[chuckles, mutters]

But, Lord,

I need you on my sakes.

If anything I've done

in my past shows, it's--

It shows

that I'm good for my word.

And if you can help me

and my Estrella through this,

I will, I will

devote myself to you.

I will do whatever it takes

for her to marry me.

I will go to church.

I will do that.

I will do that whole thing.

Just...

Please.

[rustling]

Oh. Hi.

[stammering]

Did, did you lose this?

[sighs]

You need sleep.

Yeah. Yeah.

I need a lot of things.

You are doing really great

with your training.

It's a hell of a lot to take in.

It was your life, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I was taught by the best.

And, hey...

God, he would be

so proud of you.

Mm.

- [groans]

- Oh.

I'm fine. It's, it's good.

[Estrella sighs]

How are we gonna pull this off?

Yeah, well...

I'm most dangerous when

my back's against the wall

and they think

they're moving in for the k*ll.

But this isn't a pit fight, Joe.

What?

[chuckles] Wait, wait, wait.

That's it, Estrella.

That's the answer.

Oh, God, I love you.

[Estrella protests]

[Estrella]

What...

[upbeat Spanish song

playing on stereo]

[grunting]

[man]

Hey, Sue. This guy says he needs a sponsor for the tournament.

Nobody wants to see

Americano grinksfight. Yeah?

They wanna see a real fight,

they can watch it on satellite TV. Easy.

All right, here, they wanna

see friends fight. Okay?

Their neighbors, rivals

from down at the local market

coppin' a f*cking beating.

You understand me? You see, that's fun.

Look, I'm happy to lose.

I'll lose realistically.

[chuckling]

What happens

on your second fight?

I lose when

they bet on your opponent.

I can win.

I can make it entertaining.

Violent like they've never seen.

Like I said,

I'm sure you can, pal.

But gringosare just

bad for business, yeah?

[man laughing]

I don't like it when your boy

Fabio here laughs at me.

[grunting]

[crashes, thuds]

[silence]

[Joe pants]

See?

Told you

I could make it violent.

Don't move.

Yeah.

You remind me of someone.

But you f*cking listen.

Okay.

Now.

Go ahead, put that on.

Come on, put it on.

You put it on

and you don't take it off,

'cause this way, you can mix

with the f*ck' locals, huh?

You keep those pants.

I like 'em.

- You look like a fruit picker.

- [chuckles]

You know, they used to

call me "The Farmer."

- The what?

- The Farmer.

That's it.

El Granjero. Yeah?

That's your new

f*ck' alias, pal.

El Granjero, the farmer, huh?

[laughs]

- El, El what?

- El Granjero.

- El Granje--

- Jero.

- Jero.

- You got it.

- Put it on.

- [men sparring in distance]

[sucks teeth]

Would somebody

f*cking please pick him up?

[indistinct clamoring]

[Estrella]

You promise me that this is safe

and everything's

gonna be all right.

- I promise you.

- Promise?

Everything is gonna

be all right, okay?

- [exhales] Okay.

- Hey, I've been here before.

- I know.

- Mm?

- You're crooked.

- I'm crooked.

I look ridiculous, don't I?

No, you look

very handsome, actually.

- Mm?

- Yes. So be careful, please.

I promise.

All right. It's time.

[Estrella sighs]

[clamoring in distance]

[announcer speaking Spanish]

Hey, come here.

I got this. I promise.

Yeah, buddy.

The Farmer.

100 on The Farmer.

Keep it going.

- 1000.

- [crowd clamoring]

[man]

Farmer.

[man speaks Spanish]

Oh.

[grunting]

[grunting]

[man]

k*ll him! k*ll him!

You told me you're gonna

give me violence.

Yeah, well,

show me some violence.

[grunting]

[panting]

[grunting]

[choking]

[yells]

[panting]

[crowd cheering]

It's The Farmer.

[indistinct chatter]

[sinister tone]

Another 100 on The Farmer.

Here you go.

- [bell dings]

- Show me what you got, El Granjero!

[grunting]

[crowd clamoring]

[panting]

There you go.

[grunting]

[ominous tone]

Let's go.

[Estrella grunts]

[yelling, grunting]

[dramatic sting]

Estrella. [grunts]

Keep the f*cking mask on!

[crowd booing]

[panting]

[grunting]

[crowd cheering]

Estrella.

Estrella!

Estrella! Move!

Where are you going?

[grunts] Estrella! Move!

- Move!

- Hey, what's your problem?

Estrella!

Jesus Christ!

[pensive music]

[Joe grunts softly]

[groans]

- Nice, right?

- Nice. I love it.

You f*cked up.

You let them take her.

[grunts]

So what's the plan?

Come on, you f*ck.

What's the plan? What's the plan?

[screaming]

What's the f*cking plan?

[yells]

Our f*cking plan!

f*ck!

[glass shatters]

[yells]

[yelling]

[panting]

[crying]

I'm sorry I asked you for help.

[panting]

It should've been me.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll 'em all.

Yeah.

[glass clinking]

Ah.

[ominous tone]

["Lovesick" by Little Warrior

feat. Goldini Bagwell]

I don't know why

But I can't let go

Wish that you'd give

What I'm needing

I cannot live

Till you let me go...

You're a long way from home,

compadre.

[Joe]

Huh?

So are you.

Just because

I'm from north of the border

doesn't mean

I'm gonna be more loyal to you

than any other m*therf*cker.

You're paying full price.

Show him the merchandise.

Pick it up. Check the weight.

Have you ever heard of Yasuke?

He was a Black samurai

during the 16th century.

They say that samurai

would use condemned prisoners to test their swords.

The gold standard

being how many live men

the blade can cut through

in one slice.

It's a good choice, man.

But you're gonna need some a*mo.

Give him 200 rounds.

Nines and .45s, all right?

[notes flapping]

This doesn't sound like 3000.

I'm a few hundred short.

I'll put back the Thompson.

No refunds.

It's gonna be 3000.

I said I don't have it.

You wanna test the warrior?

Okay.

- 2000 will do.

- For two g*ns?

No, for your life.

[g*n c*ck]

What part of my story

didn't you understand?

Look, you, uh...

- ...you sure you wanna do this?

- Yeah, yeah.

Well, leave your

f*cking money and go.

- [grunts]

- [groans]

Oh, f*ck!

[groaning] Oh! f*cking hell!

f*ck you, man!

- Where's your honor?

- I can't give you money!

f*cking hell, man!

What the f*ck is this sh*t?

Now your men are dead,

your hand's f*cked.

And I'm gonna take

all your g*ns for free.

My f*cking hand.

My f*cking hand, man. [groans]

Take everything. Just don't

f*cking k*ll me, all right?

- Do I need to worry about you?

- No. We're good, man.

A s-- samurai lives by his word.

You're not a f*cking samurai.

You plastic gangster f*ck.

Samurai my a*s. Huh?

f*ck!

If you come after me,

I will f*cking end you.

[breathing heavily]

Okay. [panting]

- This m*therf*cker...

- [door closes]

[dialing]

Oh, oh. [panting]

Hello. Send men.

Send every m*therf*cker you got!

I gotta k*ll this b*tch! I--

Oh, f*ck this m*therf*cker.

[tense music]

I thought we had a deal.

I changed my mind.

[panting]

So did I.

[body thuds]

[suspenseful music]

[birds chirping]

[conversing in Spanish]

- [knife swishing]

- [muffled groans]

[groaning]

[body thuds]

- [silenced g*nshots]

- [groans]

- [g*nshots]

- [both groan]

- [grunts, groans]

- [g*nshots]

[exhales]

[door slams]

And who the f*ck

do you think you are?

- [g*nshots]

- [men groaning]

Where is she?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, slick.

g*ns out, on the ground.

Kick 'em over.

- Now.

- [Baptiste] Ruthie.

[Baptiste exhales]

[g*ns thud]

[g*ns slide]

Now, I asked you a question.

She's fine.

She's safe.

I promise you. Hm?

Pick up the phone.

- What?

- Pick up the f*cking phone.

Okay, okay.

Call your boss.

Tell him you got the man

who k*lled his son,

and you tell him to come quick.

Or I will k*ll you both.

[Baptiste sighs]

[dialing]

[line trilling]

[Baptiste sighs]

[General speaking]

[Baptiste]

He's pointing a machine g*n to my head.

So he's very much alive.

[Baptiste]

We'll be here.

[hangs up]

He's coming.

[sets receiver down]

What's your plan?

You can k*ll us both. And what?

El General

will still come back for you.

The house always wins.

And what if I k*ll you all?

And then I k*ll your boss too?

- You're crazy.

- What did you say?

Ruthie, shut the f*ck up.

[Ruthie]

Why haven't you pulled the trigger yet?

- Because I'm waiting

for my girl to come back. - Ah.

- And I will, when she's back.

- Okay. As, as,

- as it's planned...

- Go and get her, now.

- ...this won't work.

- Go and get her now!

Or I canoe

your f*cking skull, huh?

Do as he says. Ruthie.

Sure, boss.

[exhales]

Please.

This is

too much k*lling, Joe, hm?

Are, are you willing to die?

You and, and your fiance, just,

just to make

some sort of a statement?

Statement?

It's more than that.

This place is the only thing

I've ever been a part of

that was any good in my life.

[breathes shakily]

I'm more than happy

to die for it.

You hear me?

I get that.

More than you think.

I get that. Hm?

Trust me.

Okay?

Trust me.

Ruthie!

Yeah, that's a big call, mate.

[Estrella sobbing]

Come here, baby.

- Did they hurt you?

- No. No, no.

- He wouldn't allow it.

- Who?

Him.

What's the plan, Baptiste?

If El General dies...

...who becomes boss, Ruthie?

What the f*ck

are you talking about?

Just sh**ting the breeze here,

Brother Ruthie.

The General comes here,

Baptiste.

He takes the farm,

he kills these two.

[spits]

And we go home.

[Ruthie speaking Spanish]

[tires screeching]

[men speaking Spanish]

[tense music]

[Estrella breathing shakily]

[Estrella whimpers]

[water sloshing]

[knocking]

[man]

May I come in?

[Joe]

Come in.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Any sudden moves,

I will k*ll you.

Baptiste, Ruthie.

Santiago.

[speaking Spanish]

Are you the boss

whose son I k*lled?

I'm his counselor.

I need to make sure

you're not an assassin.

[Ruthie]

Santiago.

Cono,look at him.

What do you want?

I want my farm back.

And I wanna tell your boss

what happened to his son.

That's understandable.

I wish you to tell him myself.

Ah, he's in the car.

- Tell him to come inside.

- [Ruthie] Santiago.

Get the f*ck out!

- [grunts]

- And you f*cking traitor!

[grunting]

- [gasps]

- [glass shatters]

[grunting]

[stabs]

[groaning]

I'm sorry, brother.

- [snaps]

- [groans]

[sighs]

- Well, that wasn't expected.

[chuckles] - [glass shatters]

Never underestimate

an angry man.

[Joe]

Well, I...

Thank you.

You looked after her

when you didn't need to.

- [Estrella] Mm-hm.

- Well, it looks like I've switched teams.

[chuckles]

W-- what are they gonna do next?

They're gonna figure out a plan

and then try to k*ll us all.

[Estrella]

Okay.

- You want one?

- No, we don't smoke.

[man speaking Spanish outside]

Well, looks like

we're in for a fight.

On a side note, you did

a great job with the farm.

Yeah. How's the new crop

coming along?

The soil up there is excellent.

[chuckles]

That's why the rot set in.

I used some bug spray.

[chuckles]

It's gonna be a k*ller season.

Ah, I've been trying

to keep it organic.

- It's important to me.

- Yeah, it's important to her.

- [Estrella clears throat]

- Hey, it's gonna be a good one, yeah?

The best fruit crop

you've ever seen.

[bird chirping]

Are you opposed

to me arming myself?

- Not at all.

- [kicks g*n]

There's a bag of g*ns

I left at the kitchen door.

Okay.

I'll get it.

I got it.

[dramatic music]

You and I,

we can negotiate with them.

Yeah, not we.

I just want the farm back.

The criminal empire

is all yours.

I don't want it either.

I want to grow avocados

just like you.

I can't grow avocados

worth a sh*t, mate.

Though k*lling is the one thing

I am very good at.

And this bag of dicks shouldn't

have got on my bad side.

I-- i-- is that a Thompson?

Mm-hm.

Can I have it?

Knock yourself out.

- [Estrella] Huh?

- [chuckles]

Yeah.

[Estrella grunts]

Baptiste!

On your word, I drove 60 miles

to see my son's k*ller.

That's him?

[Baptiste]

That's El General.

Send him out.

Is this the man who

ordered you to take my Estrella?

In person.

Huh.

I'm gonna talk to him.

[whispers] What?

- [groans]

- [man 1] El General!

[man 2]

No!

[men speaking Spanish]

[birds cawing]

What? He was going for his g*n.

No, he wasn't.

Yeah, he was.

We're gonna be okay,

unless they start sh**ting.

All right, we, we gotta

get some cover for her!

You run to the kitchen, okay?

Baptiste, on three!

- Three!

- [Estrella] Oh!

What happened to one, two?

[shouts indistinctly]

[tense music]

- Get out of my f*cking kitchen!

- [screams]

[groans]

[Joe]

All right, Baptiste, you ready?

Got you covered.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[panting]

- Estrella!

- Joe?

- You good?

- Yes.

All right. I see a problem.

Okay. Sit tight.

[groans]

Go, go, go, go, go!

[upbeat suspenseful music]

[men speaking Spanish]

[g*nshots]

[speaks Spanish]

[groans]

[man speaking Spanish]

Baptiste, go!

[groans]

[yells, groans]

[men scream]

[g*nshots]

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

[man screams]

[yelling in Spanish]

[g*nshots]

[choking]

[grunting]

- [slashes]

- [choking]

[thuds]

- [grunting]

- [machetes clanging]

[g*nshots in distance]

[firing]

[groans]

[grunting]

[man shouts in Spanish]

- [slashes]

- [groans]

[grunting]

[Joe grunts]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[slashes]

[body thuds]

What are you doing, mate?

Come on, let's go.

Sorry, I'm not old

Mr. Hong Kong Phooey like you.

[groans softly]

[g*nshots in distance]

[groans, mutters in Spanish]

[groans]

[screams]

[g*nshots in distance]

[man shouting in Spanish]

[men screaming]

[men screaming]

[man shouts in Spanish]

[man groans]

[men groan]

[g*nshots]

[man 3 speaking Spanish]

[man 4 groans]

[groans]

[men groaning]

[g*nshots]

[groans]

[g*nshots]

[Estrella sighs]

[Joe chuckles]

What took you so long?

[Joe]

Look who's talking.

Come here, you.

[Estrella whimpering]

- You okay? Everything's okay?

- Yeah.

- I'm okay. [groans] It's okay.

- Oh.

Oh, God. Your face is messed up.

Ah. It feels

worse than it looks.

- Oh, yeah? Yeah?

- Yeah.

Ah. [chuckles] I'm just looking

for more sympathy.

Well, this is heartwarming.

Hey.

Someone's looking for you.

[footsteps approaching]

[Hound barking]

[chuckles] My God. Hey, Hound!

Hey! Yes! Oh, my Hound!

Beautiful! Beautiful!

Hello. Hello.

Hello. How are you, Beautiful?

Hi. Hi.

How are you, brother? [chuckles]

[Lopez speaking Spanish]

[gentle music]

Full of good emotions.

[chuckles]

I'm used to

human emotions, but...

...not like this one. [chuckles]

So what do you think?

Well, I think I like it.

Where will you go now?

[exhales]

I think I'll find a dentist.

[chuckles]

[all chuckle]

You look after yourself.

I always do, farmer.

I always do.

Gracias,Baptiste.

- Un placer.

- [Estrella chuckles]

And, farmer...

It's pronounced "Estreya."

- Like star.

- [chuckles]

No, no, no, no, no.

It is not Estreya for you.

It's always Estrella.

Always Estrella.

I don't think I could say it

even if I tried.

[laughs] That's true.

- [Joe grunts]

- [mutters]

[chuckles]

I, I know this may not be the most romantic moment

or the best timing...

- Yes.

- ...but...

Yes?

Yes.

[birds chirping]

- [Estrella chuckles]

- Yes?

Yes, yes, yes.

[Estrella whimpers]

[both laugh]

["Lovesick" by Little Warrior

feat. Goldini Bagwell]

One day

You're tracing my skin

Next second

You are out the door

No explanation

Wondering what I did

Lovesick, and you're leaving

With my cure

It's been so long

Since you left me

I don't know why

But I can't let go

Wish that you'd give

What I'm needing

I cannot live

Till you let me go

It's been so long

Since you left me

I don't know why

But I can't let go

Wish that you'd give

What I'm needing

I cannot live

Till you let me go

Lovesick

Lovesick, and you're

Lovesick, and you're leaving

With my cure

I hear your name

And I'm spinning from within

You never told me

What was going on

Keeping your cards

Close to your chest

Your love's a gamble

I cannot bet on

It's been so long

Since you left me

I don't know why

But I can't let go

Wish that you'd give

What I'm needing

I cannot live

Till you let me go

Lovesick

Lovesick, and you're

Lovesick, and you're leaving

With my cure

It's been a long time

Long time

I shouldn't have left you

Without making you Feel special

Unlike how all the rest do

And now I wanna tell you

In person or text you

- That I'll probably be

- Forever alone

- That I'll probably be

- Forever alone

Come back to me

Take a drink

Collapse with me

Just to look up

At the ceiling

And take in the tapestry

Ever since you bounced

Like a mattress spring

- I've been feeling like I'm

- Forever alone

- Like I'm

- Forever alone

Every thought of you

Is not optional

It's my default move

But I play it off

Like I'm beyond cool

Freefall Just to lean on you

Step back so I can wipe

That little me off you

With a wet rag

Yeah, I said that

- With that said, I am

- Forever alone

I am

It's been so long

Since you left me

I don't know why

But I can't let go

Wish that you'd give

What I'm needing

I cannot live

Till you let me go

L-- l-- lovesick

Lovesick, and you're

Lovesick, and you're leaving

With my cure

L-- l-- lovesick

Lovesick, and you're

Lovesick, and you're leaving

With my cure