Mexicali (2026) Movie Script
1
[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, shit.
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.
- Slave 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 kill 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 fucked 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 fuck 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]
Fuck! 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 motherfucker.
[chuckles]
Hey, brother.
What's up?
- I'm not your brother.
- [chuckles]
I gotta say, there is an irony
in a fucking gringoworker
trucking under my hood
to settle in.
I'm just a farmer, man.
Just a motherfucking
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 killed
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 bitch slap you around, huh?
[truck engine starts]
[woman shouting in Spanish]
[gunshot]
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 kill 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.
Fuck them! Fuck 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]
- [gunshot]
[grunts]
[Chavez groaning]
- [gunshot]
- [man groans]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[panting]
[bird cawing]
[Marco panting]
[sighs] Shit.
[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 guns, 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]
[guns 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 killed us
without blinking an eye.
Lopez was right.
You are a stone-cold killer.
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 war.
- 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]
Fuck.
[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 fuck?
[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 war 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 war 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 rifle.
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]
Shit.
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, shit.
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!
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
[water dripping]
[breathes deeply] Fuck.
Joe. Wait.
What... Did you...
[panting]
Did you kill that man?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
Marco's been murdered.
That's the man that did it.
If I didn't kill him,
he would have killed 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 fuck 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
fucking 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 fucking turf war.
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]
- Fuck.
[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 killed him.
You all should have killed 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 fucking shoot 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 shoot 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 bullet 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, shoot.
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 kill someone.
- Okay.
- All right.
[panting]
- Femoral. [grunts]
- [grunts]
- Arm. [grunts]
- [grunts]
- Throat. [grunts]
- [grunts]
All right. If you hesitate,
he will kill 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 kill.
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuckin' 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
fuckin' 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
fucking 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]
Kill him! Kill 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 fucking 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 fucked up.
You let them take her.
[grunts]
So what's the plan?
Come on, you fucker.
What's the plan? What's the plan?
[screaming]
What's the fucking plan?
[yells]
Our fucking plan!
Fucker!
[glass shatters]
[yells]
[yelling]
[panting]
[crying]
I'm sorry I asked you for help.
[panting]
It should've been me.
I'm gonna fucking kill '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 motherfucker.
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 ammo.
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 guns?
No, for your life.
[gun cocks]
What part of my story
didn't you understand?
Look, you, uh...
- ...you sure you wanna do this?
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, leave your
fucking money and go.
- [grunts]
- [groans]
Oh, fuck!
[groaning] Oh! Fucking hell!
Fuck you, man!
- Where's your honor?
- I can't give you money!
Fucking hell, man!
What the fuck is this shit?
Now your men are dead,
your hand's fucked.
And I'm gonna take
all your guns for free.
My fucking hand.
My fucking hand, man. [groans]
Take everything. Just don't
fucking kill 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 fucking samurai.
You plastic gangster fuck.
Samurai my ass. Huh?
Fuck!
If you come after me,
I will fucking end you.
[breathing heavily]
Okay. [panting]
- This motherfucker...
- [door closes]
[dialing]
Oh, oh. [panting]
Hello. Send men.
Send every motherfucker you got!
I gotta kill this bitch! I--
Oh, fuck this motherfucker.
[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 gunshots]
- [groans]
- [gunshots]
- [both groan]
- [grunts, groans]
- [gunshots]
[exhales]
[door slams]
And who the fuck
do you think you are?
- [gunshots]
- [men groaning]
Where is she?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, slick.
Guns out, on the ground.
Kick 'em over.
- Now.
- [Baptiste] Ruthie.
[Baptiste exhales]
[guns thud]
[guns 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 fucking phone.
Okay, okay.
Call your boss.
Tell him you got the man
who killed his son,
and you tell him to come quick.
Or I will kill you both.
[Baptiste sighs]
[dialing]
[line trilling]
[Baptiste sighs]
[General speaking]
[Baptiste]
He's pointing a machine gun 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 kill us both. And what?
El General
will still come back for you.
The house always wins.
And what if I kill you all?
And then I kill your boss too?
- You're crazy.
- What did you say?
Ruthie, shut the fuck 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 fucking skull, huh?
Do as he says. Ruthie.
Sure, boss.
[exhales]
Please.
This is
too much killing, 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 fuck
are you talking about?
Just shooting 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 kill you.
Baptiste, Ruthie.
Santiago.
[speaking Spanish]
Are you the boss
whose son I killed?
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 fuck out!
- [grunts]
- And you fucking 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 kill 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 killer 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 gun]
There's a bag of guns
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 shit, mate.
Though killing 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 killer.
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 gun.
No, he wasn't.
Yeah, he was.
We're gonna be okay,
unless they start shooting.
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 fucking 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]
[gunshots]
[speaks Spanish]
[groans]
[man speaking Spanish]
Baptiste, go!
[groans]
[yells, groans]
[men scream]
[gunshots]
[bullets ricocheting]
[man screams]
[yelling in Spanish]
[gunshots]
[choking]
[grunting]
- [slashes]
- [choking]
[thuds]
- [grunting]
- [machetes clanging]
[gunshots 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]
[gunshots in distance]
[groans, mutters in Spanish]
[groans]
[screams]
[gunshots in distance]
[man shouting in Spanish]
[men screaming]
[men screaming]
[man shouts in Spanish]
[man groans]
[men groan]
[gunshots]
[man 3 speaking Spanish]
[man 4 groans]
[groans]
[men groaning]
[gunshots]
[groans]
[gunshots]
[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
[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, shit.
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.
- Slave 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 kill 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 fucked 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 fuck 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]
Fuck! 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 motherfucker.
[chuckles]
Hey, brother.
What's up?
- I'm not your brother.
- [chuckles]
I gotta say, there is an irony
in a fucking gringoworker
trucking under my hood
to settle in.
I'm just a farmer, man.
Just a motherfucking
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 killed
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 bitch slap you around, huh?
[truck engine starts]
[woman shouting in Spanish]
[gunshot]
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 kill 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.
Fuck them! Fuck 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]
- [gunshot]
[grunts]
[Chavez groaning]
- [gunshot]
- [man groans]
[grunting]
[grunts]
[panting]
[bird cawing]
[Marco panting]
[sighs] Shit.
[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 guns, 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]
[guns 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 killed us
without blinking an eye.
Lopez was right.
You are a stone-cold killer.
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 war.
- 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]
Fuck.
[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 fuck?
[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 war 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 war 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 rifle.
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]
Shit.
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, shit.
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!
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
[water dripping]
[breathes deeply] Fuck.
Joe. Wait.
What... Did you...
[panting]
Did you kill that man?
- Yeah.
- Huh?
Marco's been murdered.
That's the man that did it.
If I didn't kill him,
he would have killed 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 fuck 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
fucking 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 fucking turf war.
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]
- Fuck.
[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 killed him.
You all should have killed 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 fucking shoot 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 shoot 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 bullet 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, shoot.
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 kill someone.
- Okay.
- All right.
[panting]
- Femoral. [grunts]
- [grunts]
- Arm. [grunts]
- [grunts]
- Throat. [grunts]
- [grunts]
All right. If you hesitate,
he will kill 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 kill.
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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuckin' 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
fuckin' 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
fucking 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]
Kill him! Kill 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 fucking 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 fucked up.
You let them take her.
[grunts]
So what's the plan?
Come on, you fucker.
What's the plan? What's the plan?
[screaming]
What's the fucking plan?
[yells]
Our fucking plan!
Fucker!
[glass shatters]
[yells]
[yelling]
[panting]
[crying]
I'm sorry I asked you for help.
[panting]
It should've been me.
I'm gonna fucking kill '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 motherfucker.
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 ammo.
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 guns?
No, for your life.
[gun cocks]
What part of my story
didn't you understand?
Look, you, uh...
- ...you sure you wanna do this?
- Yeah, yeah.
Well, leave your
fucking money and go.
- [grunts]
- [groans]
Oh, fuck!
[groaning] Oh! Fucking hell!
Fuck you, man!
- Where's your honor?
- I can't give you money!
Fucking hell, man!
What the fuck is this shit?
Now your men are dead,
your hand's fucked.
And I'm gonna take
all your guns for free.
My fucking hand.
My fucking hand, man. [groans]
Take everything. Just don't
fucking kill 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 fucking samurai.
You plastic gangster fuck.
Samurai my ass. Huh?
Fuck!
If you come after me,
I will fucking end you.
[breathing heavily]
Okay. [panting]
- This motherfucker...
- [door closes]
[dialing]
Oh, oh. [panting]
Hello. Send men.
Send every motherfucker you got!
I gotta kill this bitch! I--
Oh, fuck this motherfucker.
[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 gunshots]
- [groans]
- [gunshots]
- [both groan]
- [grunts, groans]
- [gunshots]
[exhales]
[door slams]
And who the fuck
do you think you are?
- [gunshots]
- [men groaning]
Where is she?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, slick.
Guns out, on the ground.
Kick 'em over.
- Now.
- [Baptiste] Ruthie.
[Baptiste exhales]
[guns thud]
[guns 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 fucking phone.
Okay, okay.
Call your boss.
Tell him you got the man
who killed his son,
and you tell him to come quick.
Or I will kill you both.
[Baptiste sighs]
[dialing]
[line trilling]
[Baptiste sighs]
[General speaking]
[Baptiste]
He's pointing a machine gun 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 kill us both. And what?
El General
will still come back for you.
The house always wins.
And what if I kill you all?
And then I kill your boss too?
- You're crazy.
- What did you say?
Ruthie, shut the fuck 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 fucking skull, huh?
Do as he says. Ruthie.
Sure, boss.
[exhales]
Please.
This is
too much killing, 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 fuck
are you talking about?
Just shooting 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 kill you.
Baptiste, Ruthie.
Santiago.
[speaking Spanish]
Are you the boss
whose son I killed?
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 fuck out!
- [grunts]
- And you fucking 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 kill 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 killer 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 gun]
There's a bag of guns
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 shit, mate.
Though killing 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 killer.
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 gun.
No, he wasn't.
Yeah, he was.
We're gonna be okay,
unless they start shooting.
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 fucking 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]
[gunshots]
[speaks Spanish]
[groans]
[man speaking Spanish]
Baptiste, go!
[groans]
[yells, groans]
[men scream]
[gunshots]
[bullets ricocheting]
[man screams]
[yelling in Spanish]
[gunshots]
[choking]
[grunting]
- [slashes]
- [choking]
[thuds]
- [grunting]
- [machetes clanging]
[gunshots 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]
[gunshots in distance]
[groans, mutters in Spanish]
[groans]
[screams]
[gunshots in distance]
[man shouting in Spanish]
[men screaming]
[men screaming]
[man shouts in Spanish]
[man groans]
[men groan]
[gunshots]
[man 3 speaking Spanish]
[man 4 groans]
[groans]
[men groaning]
[gunshots]
[groans]
[gunshots]
[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