da me telefono.
pit bull?
dead?
all of them? how long ago? ok, what does this guy look like?
 carries a guitar case.  and what was he wearing?.  all black.
don't worry, moco. we'll find him, and we'll mess him up real good.
gracias seor.
viejo, if you see anyone new in town, carrying a guitar case, dressed in black.  you can call this number, ok?
he wears black!
good morning, domino.
give me the phone. i have to call moco.
it's not as bad as it looks. domino, has anyone come through here? a stranger, maybe?
dressed all in black, carrying a guitar case?
well, he shot me.  and has killed ten of moco's men.  all in one day.
i have to tell moco that he got away again.  so, you better give me a drink first.
moco, he got away. shot me in the arm. killed la palma. pepino, sunday. this guy is one slick maricon. yeah. also, i didn't get a look at him. so, unless he's still carrying that guitar around and hasn't changed clothes, i won't even spot him, and i don't think he'll be that obvious.
i screwed up. the guy left his guitar case in the hotel room. we chased him out, but he came back for the case.
it wasn't a guitar. it was a guitar case full of weapons that he uses on his victims. adios, i'm gonna take a nap. and thanks for the drink.
if you see this guy, call us.
i'm not sure.
what's in the case?
yeah? you're one of those old-time mariachis, huh?
ok, let's take a look.
if it's a guitar like you say it is, we'll never bother you again.
if it's not.
 then we'll spray paint this street with your brains.
sorry.
that's him.
that's him.
he got away.  but i got a good look at him.
coca, caca, beto were killed.
he won't get away again, moco. i promise.
that's him.
loco, he's headed your way.  black pants, white shirt.
where did he go, loco?
take him around the block.