Buy Me a Gun (Cómprame un revolver)

MEXICO.

NO PRECISE DATE.

EVERYTHING, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING IS RUN BY THE CARTELS.

THE POPULATION HAS DECLINED DUE TO THE LACK OF WOMEN.

Let's go.

Come on!

Kid!

Hey! Hey, kid!

Everything that is told in this movie is real.

Luck is also real, and so are lucky men.

They pass it down to their daughters, who pass it down too, and so on.

Sometimes luck is made up, but there's no point in that.

I'm sure that my dad is a lucky man.

Otherwise, how could he survive in a place as violent as this?

Hand me the shampoo, sweetie.

Get down here.

It's been a long time since we've heard any owls

and lizards don't bask in the sun anymore.

Everyone left: neighbors, teachers. There aren't many of us left.

You can count the hours on the fingers of one hand.

That's why my dad wants to pass down his luck to me.

He has never said it, but I can see it in his eyes.

What happened to your arm?

They cut it off after I tried to escape.

- Why? - Because they're evil bastards.

I have a plan to get my arm back.

- Will you help us? - Help with what?

With a catapult we built so we could attack them.

What are you drawing?

I'm just practicing because I used to be a leftie.

It's hard for me to draw and write with my right hand.

I'm practicing baseball.

- Making any progress? - Yes.

I'm not very good.

I have trouble batting and catching balls.

What do you like better? Batting or catching?

What I like the most is to steal bases.

- Today is my birthday. - Invite us!

Of course! You're all invited!

Huck!

Get the geezers some beer!

The air is dry today.

Can I borrow your chapstick, boss?

Thanks so much.

Wait! Give me that bat!

Fuck.

- But they're not the same! - Remember we're umpires!

- The playing field is different! - We're from different leagues!

- We'll never agree on this! - It's all about discipline!

We're never going to agree, this is useless.

The beer is warm!

Why is the beer always warm in this place!?

Why don't you buy some ice?

This chain is to keep me from being snatched.

They steal everything here.

I once saw them stealing flower pots from porches.

The flowers on their trucks started coming apart.

The plants lost their leaves.

Here you go, from the boss.

I haven't seen you around here for a while.

You owe us a lot of money.

Why not ask to be paid in cash instead of that shit?

Well, maybe.

- Heard anything from them? - I don't know what you mean.

Them.

The women.

Put those away.

Put them away! You'll get me in trouble with the boss.

- Look at them. - Put those fucking photos away!

Tear them up. Forget about that shit already.

Fucking idiot.

They're coming to play tonight. Have the stadium ready, got it?

I'll make sure it's ready.

You better.

What are you doing here, sweetie? Why aren't you working?

I couldn't find all the balls.

I have a present for you, do you want to see it?

Ta-da!

It's for your lips. Lift up your mask.

They're very dry.

It's for you, take it. Don't lose it, all right?

Write "Quique."

It hurts, why don't you take the chain off if we're home?

- Those are the rules. - But, why?

Because I said so.

It hurts.

- "Rodolfo." - It hurts a lot.

Write "Rodolfo."

But the chain is hurting me.

Let me take a look.

Let's see.

Let me sit down.

Come here, sweetie.

It's going to hurt, isn't it?

Aren't you taking off the chain?

- Yes, to get you cleaned up. - But only while you do it?

Only while you do it?

You know those are the rules.

- It's going to hurt. - No, it's not, you'll see.

- I don't wanna. - Let me see.

- It'll hurt. - It won't.

- It will! - It won't.

Yes, it will!

- It hurts! - There, there.

It hurts!

- I miss her so much. - Who's that?

My mom, of course.

- We'll play catch later. - No, I wanna talk about Mom.

Where did you meet her? I wanna see her picture again.

Your batting needs work.

- Shall we play catch? - No, I want to see her pictures.

Every time I show them to you, you always get sad.

Not true, that was long ago. I'm older now, I'm grown up.

Last time, you cried.

But that was a long time ago.

- Will you help me clean the RV? - I don't want to.

I want to keep talking about my mom.

Where did you meet her? I want to see her pictures.

Cook those eggs.

Huck!

Cover your eyes!

I'm going to show you your mom's pictures.

Oh, my lucky tooth!

Those bastards are here early. Come here, baby.

Let's go to bed. Pretend you're asleep.

Get under the sheets, pretend you're asleep.

Cover yourself up!

Stay here.

Don't move, OK? Don't move.

Hey, dude!

Hey, shithead!

He's here!

Damn sons of bitches.

Dude?

¿Viejo?

Dude?

- Hey, dude! What's up? - Hey, how are you doing?

- All good? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - I thought you were coming later.

- The gear's not ready yet... - Take the bats outside.

- How's everything? - I'm just here, working.

-Like always, -Your place is a fucking mess.

- Where did you come from? - San Pedro.

Sons of bitches.

We went to pick up some girls, we got a tip they were there.

- Guess what? - What?

We found them hiding in a water tank.

- Seven girls. - No way, guys.

- That's how it is, dude. - Fuck yes.

- You guys are something. - So, where's your boy?

- At his grandparents'. - That's nice.

- Are you getting water? - Kind of, for the grass.

We'll send you a pipe or two to keep the grass green.

- Yeah, that'd be good. - How about the candy?

- Come on, you bastards. - Huh? Where are they?

- Don't be like that. - Hey!

You sell them to me and want them back.

You're our host!

You sons of bitches.

You should shave, motherfucker.

- So, Miguel... - Look at this fucking mess.

- Miguel? Take him there. - All right, let's go.

Come on, dude. Let's hit the diamond.

- We have a game to play. - All right, let's go.

Come on.

My dad threw the bat and broke one of their heads.

They don't let him play.

Dad said they owed him, and that's why he did it.

He hit three of them with a single bat.

- Look alive, guys! - Hit it off the park!

- Look at that! - There we go.

Whenever I can, I hide the doses.

But my dad is lucky because he keeps finding them.

He says: "I'm so lucky, baby!" And shows them off to me.

I want to hide them in the rattlesnake nest

because he's afraid of vipers.

Play!

What are you doing here?

I'm hiding something.

What's that?

Something bad.

- Why? - So my dad won't use it.

Hey, hey, hey!

Freeze, kid.

Hands up!

Get your hands up! Walk towards the fence.

Walk towards the fence!

What's that in your hand?

What's that in your hand!?

You little bastard! Toss that over here.

Hey.

Who's there? Who is there, huh?

You, turn around! I said turn around!

You sneaky fuckers! You goddamn dumb kids.

- Shut up, fuck-- - Shut your mouth!

The boss will be very happy when he sees what I caught.

Get your hands up!

Get your fucking hands in the air!

Get on your knees.

God fucking damn it.