Tráiganme la cabeza de la mujer metralleta (Bring Me the Head of the Machine Gun Woman) (Tráiganme la cabeza de la mujer metralleta)

"BRING ME THE HEAD OF THE MACHINE GUN WOMAN"

I got in through the back door...

I looked through the kitchen window...

and there were those assholes.

Twelve mother fuckers waiting for me.

Twelve guys?

Yes, twelve.

All of them aiming their guns at the door and windows...

The bastards were armed to the teeth.

I had to go Clint Eastwood on their asses...

How many bullets did you have left?

Only 8 bullets...

I didn't know then. I just made my way shooting like a crazy person...

Everybody dropped dead on the floor...

I killed them all!

With only 8 bullets left?

With 8 bullets! That was it!

I don't know if they shot each other, or bullets bounced...

I fucked them all up!

I won three stars!

Nice!

I knew you'd like it.

It's just like "GTA."

The game is awesome!

Thanks. I made a copy of it.

That's what I would like to do.

Invent a game, about anything.

But it allows you to play any song you want.

Imagine having 40 thousand songs to listen to while you play.

Very good, uh?

Would you stop it?

C'mon! Stop playing those stupid things!

You spend the whole day shooting and killing...

Why don't you go outside, it's so nice out?

I want to be the best in the world!

There are people making a living off this.

You have to stop doing this and study, ok?

And get a decent job...

Without that nasty Argentinean mobster!

Alright, man. I have to go work next door.

You're leaving?

Yeah, I have a lot of work to do yet.

Tell him about your salary.

Excuse me...

Can I speak to Don Che Sausage?

He's dancing.

But he told me he can talk now.

He-is-dancing.

But he told me.

Well... I'll wait!

Piton!

Shut the door, don't let anybody in.

She is making you look bad...

That fucking bitch!

We were supposed to hire professionals, Brancolli.

I sent her "El Chinchinero".

What? That bitch killed the Chinchinero?

Yes, with no mercy.

Bring me the head of the Machine Gun Woman...

Spread the word. The reward is $300 million.

Put up posters in the street like in the old west...

"Machine Gun Woman Wanted, Dead Or Alive".

Preferably dead!

Ok...

What's that?

What's that smell?

It smells like shit...

CHE SAUSAGE

It's the DJ...

What?

The DJ.

What are you still doing here?

I wanted to speak to. Don Che Sausage...

Who wants to talk to me? You or your ass?

Anything you want to discuss with him you have to talk with me first.

Yes, I was going to do that but.

I think the kid is a little nervous...

Why don't you take him to his place?

You know, to rest...

To rest.

in peace.

Tell Piton to join you.

Alright, kid! Wipe your ass, we're leaving!

Wait, wait!

I can bring her.

What?

You, DJ? You can bring who?

The...

the Machine Gun Woman.

Who is Machine Gun Woman?

She is.

Don Che's ex girlfriend.

I met her when she came over here.

I think I'm not getting it...

You mean. DJ...

A little brat who was scared shitless by our little conversation...

You want to bring the Machine Gun Woman over?

When Brancolli, my right hand.

A man that I've known for over 9 years.

hired the best professionals, isn't that right?

You spilt so much blood in this fucking city.

To capture the woman who wants to kill me.

And you couldn't do it, could you?

This little bitch.

says that he can capture the most blood thirsty woman on this continent?

This fucking dip shit...

To enjoy this, you have to suck hard...

You have 24 hours...

You're late, Chaguito.

Hi, mom.

Come here and give me a kiss.

I'm coming.

Hello? Israelito?

What was the name of that chick?

The one with a really weird name.

Blonde hair and wore a wig...

A friend of Che Sausage's ex girlfriend...

No, not that one...

Shadeline!

Shadeline Soto! Yeah, that one!

Do you know how I can reach her?

"GETTING A CLUE WITH SHADELINE SOTO"

Hello!

Hi, sweetie!

Two kisses...

How are you?

I'm fine.

What can I get you?

An Espresso.

Do you need it to wake up, daddy-o?

What's your name?

Margarita! And you are.?

Juan.

Juan Soto.

I'm Shadeline's cousin...

Really?

Yeah, I haven't seen her in a long while.

Shadeline!

Your cousin is here!

Hi, cousin...

Do I know you?

Well, I'm not your real cousin...

I need to reach The Machine Gun Woman.

You?

Yes. Me.

What for?

To take her to do what she does best.

And what would that be?

I can't tell you here!

Are you a cop?

Do I look like a cop?

You're going to tip me very well, ok?

Can I pay with a credit card?

Cash...

Five "orange" bills and we talk later...

So?

I don't have "orange" bills but.

I have this.

I already have one of those.

It's not like this one! It contains 30 thousand songs...

I'm a DJ. Look, I'm giving you years of downloaded music.

It has whatever song you want!

Do you like Reggaeton?

I hate it.

What do you listen to?

I listen to...

Laura Pausini...

Got it!

Raffaella Carra...

Got it too!

New wave?

I got it all!

Lady Gaga?

I got everything!

Here! Take it!

Are you sure you want to meet her?

A pretty boy like you dealing with this.

You can lose your balls, sweetie.

Did you know that?

Are you sure?

Yes.

78, Lo Barnechea Street.

It's an auto repair shop...

You have to say this:

"I want my oil checked. Very deeply"

Very deeply...

Are you shitting me?

It really seems like it, but it's true.

Please, I'm not an idiot.

I don't think you're an idiot, sweetie...

Mekano came up with that code...

It's for filtering people. Alright?

How was it again?

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

MISSION #02

"OIL CHECKING"

Hello!

How can I help you?

Well.

I want my oil checked.