Seven Cemeteries

Babe, we're just talking.

- I'm calling the police.

- Just stay quiet, get behind me.

Buenos días, Matteo.

Buenos días, Abuelo.

I didn't think you'd be back so soon.

- On my age, time is not something you take for granted.

You have an answer for me?

- Your offer is very generous señor.

But I cannot accept.

Our family has worked this land for generations.

It's all we have.

But that's worth a lot more than money.

Family, pride, history.

I can respect all those things.

Of course.

But you misunderstand one thing.

This wasn't a negotiation.

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

No!

Matteo!

Look at me cabrón.

I want my face to be the last thing you see.

No, no!

I have a new offer.

Much simpler.

Turn over your ranch or uh...

this.

My men will be back at dawn for your answer.

Your choice.

Adiós señorita.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

No, no!

Vamanos.

You know what?

I'd best be going.

Santana Bravo.

My husband Matteo sent you that note.

That's his blood on the ground.

I need protection.

I can pay you.

Protection, from who?

El Abuelo.

He wants my ranch and he'll be back at dawn to take it.

Lady.

Unless you've got an army in your pocket,

I suggest you just give him what he wants.

Call it a day.

I can't do that.

Not anymore.

I'm sorry.

What you need, I ain't got.

Everything all right, Carmela?

Mr. Bravo, heard you just got released from Huntsville.

That's right, sir.

He came looking for work.

I told him we had none and that was the end of it.

That Matteo's old Henry rifle?

Like I said.

- All the same, I think we'd best bring

Mr. Bravo back to the station, have a little chat.

- Alright sir, just turn on that body camera.

Funny thing.

It was working fine this morning, but oh well.

Theirs too.

Go on now, get in.

I said get in.

I ain't going to ask you again.

- Unless you got a warrant Jake, you can get off my property.

- You might want to think twice about pointing

that blunderbuss at an officer of the law, Carmela.

Assuming it'd actually fire.

I'll tell you what...

Let's just forget the whole thing.

The lady here obviously doesn't wanna press any charges.

You're free to go.

That's for all the times you didn't get busted.

Now get.

Not that way.

That way.

Jake.

Just seeing him off.

You believe in justice Bravo?

That there's somebody bigger than both of us

making sure that the good prevail

and the bad get there just desserts?

Take this old hog killer...

Probably ain't been fired in a decade.

Got no idea if it still even shoot.

Now it stands to reason that if there's

a grand design in heaven,

all I gotta do is pull the trigger and find out what it is.

What do you think Bravo?

End of the line...

Or are you destined for better things?

Well damn, Susie.

Maybe this is your lucky day after all.

Well hallelujah.

Sorry son of a bitch.

By the way, El Abuelo sends his regards.

I'm sorry you had to be a part of this Carmela.

Truly am.

Fuck you Jake.

You're up.

Listen, sorry I couldn't keep the kidney.

Okay?

It's over there in a mason jar if you want it.

Keepsake or whatever.

It's not like I could sell it or anything.

Smells like mezcal and rat piss.

Anyway, welcome back.

- What if I didn't wanna be back?

- Well, maybe I don't wanna squeeze

my dog's anal glands to make healing paste.

Like mi esposa, Miguel over there.

He didn't wanna come back,

Did you, Miguelito?

Oh shit.

- Don't let the silent treatment fool you.

He'll talk the hide off a cow when he gets going.

Ain't that right?

You know I hate that.

Ah, what the fuck?

Now go get me some corn.

Bruja.

I prefer.

But bruja works, as does enchantress.

You're an old wives tale.

Hmm.

I'm dead.

I'm fucking dead.

Like him, I'm dead, fuck.

You feel that pendejo?

That's pain.

That's what the dead crave most.

They want to feel again, to feel anything.

You consider yourself lucky that I got to you just in time.

Like baby cakes over here,

why do you think he doesn't just walk out the door

and keep right on going, eh?

Ah , here it goes.

- Because he knows that I could give him life.

And not just any life,

Not like you're walking dead variety.

I mean real life.

The kind that you're born into.

Full of pain and joy and satisfying sex.

But first, he has to earn it.

She is pure fucking evil.

Don't be so dramatic honey.

- If you're looking for another play thing,

forget it, I'm not playing.

I'm looking for a man.

Who can stand up to El Abuelo.

I know who you are, Bravo.

And what he did to you.

I know what he did to your wife.

You don't know shit.

Every day I spent in that cell,

I dreamt of different ways he was dying.

But dreaming and doing are two different things.

But you are a legend Bravo.

Legends, they don't give up.

They don't quit.

They do now.

I don't believe you.

Back then I had a crew,

had my back, no matter what.

Now, I'm nothing like I used to be.

Well then you need a new crew.

And a kick in the ass.

- There's nobody alive crazy enough

to stand up to Abuelo.

Alive, maybe not.

No.

Nah, no way.

No fucking way.

- Come on, come on, here, drink this.

Drink it, you'll feel better.

I squeezed it just for you.

Vamos, vamos, get dressed.

Santana.

Lupe.

- The Aztecs believed that the sun gave life to all things.

But the sun's light could not reach the underworld

and the souls who were trapped there.

For that, they needed the mother of all blades.

Blessed by the sun God, Huitzilopochtli.

Only human blood can harness the sun's power

and channel it down to the earth and create--

Is there a shorter version?

Cause we only got till dawn to save this lady's farm.

Just stand over a grave and bleed.

That's it.

- That's it, no, no special words?

Ouch.

- I'm gonna need your keys, take your truck.

Yes, here.

- And I'm gonna take him with me.