There Are No Saints

South Texas Radio.

Welcome back.

I have to tell all of you listeners,

in case you haven"t already heard about this,

and this one"s a doozy.

The State of Texas is releasing a convicted murderer

by the name of Neto Niente,

straight off of death row and back onto our streets.

It seems that an overzealous state trooper by the name of Robert Cuaron

planted a key piece of evidence

that led to Niente"s conviction.

Well, shortly before his death,

the trooper confessed to planting this evidence.

Now, let me tell you folks,

this Niente is the kind of guy

who should be locked away for good.

His gangster associates called him The Jesuit

in some sick reference

to the fact that certain Jesuits

performed torture during the Spanish Inquisition.

It is only a matter of time

before something truly awful happens.

Callers, I want to know what you think.

Crystal in Laredo.

This fella does sound pretty bad,

but one sin does not justify another,

especially by the authorities.

In the end, it will be God who will pass judgment on this guy.

I hope you"re right.

Jose in Corpus Christi.

I don"t care if he rots in prison.

This guy, he just makes my people look bad.

I really have no sympathy for him.

These boots.

A bag of clothes.

I"m sure I"ll see you again.

Counselor.

Neto.

Brought you a hat.

Where do you want to go? Let"s get out of here.

So, your stuff"s in the back there.

Well, you"ve got about 30 grand-îsh.

Plus your passport.

Speaking of which, I"ve got something for you.

There you are.

That"s got all the latest shit on it, that has.

You won"t believe that fucking thing.

How"d you get Cuaron to change his testimony?

Well, as you know, six months ago,

he discovered he"s got cancer of the asshole.

He says, "God, what have I done to deserve this?"

He can"t sit. He can"t take a shit.

So his wife says, "Roberto, my love,"

she says, "You must confess your sins."

She says, "When you" re standing at the pearly gates,

God is gonna look directly into your soul, right?

He"s going to see all your secrets,

and he"s gonna judge you."

So he says, "Cecilia, you" re right.

Tomorrow, I will go down to the police and I will confess all my sins."

And I said, "Hold on a minute." I said, "Hold on a minute."

Tomorrow, when I come by with his medicine,

I"ll bring along a judge to take down his statement, which is what I done.

And now, Robbie"s soul is at rest.

A week later, he was in the arms of St. Peter, thank you very much.

You know you got no restrictions on you, right?

No parole, no supervision.

You can go wherever you fucking want,

but in Texas,

they don"t forget the fucking Jesuit.

Not the police. As far as they"re concerned, you took one of their own.

And certainly not the fucking cholos. You"re fucked there.

You was an enforcer. You made enemies.

They fucking remember you.

If I was you, I"d fuck right off.

There"s just one thing I got to do first.

What"s that? I have to see my son.

Police!

Well, well, well.

Wall hasn"t changed you.

Haven"t changed you at all, have they?

Mama always said,

"Never kick a fresh turd when it"s hot out."

But it"s been raining.

Your ball-sucking lawyer

may have manipulated Cuaron into changing his testimony.

Lord knows you"ve sinned. You"ve sinned plenty.

We"re gonna be watching you closely, boy, that"s for goddamn sure.

Yes?

Hi.

You should have called.

May I come in?

Look at you.

You are nothing but trouble. What do you want?

I"d like to see my son.

No. He"s not here.

You need to leave.

It"s been four years. Please let me in.

Five minutes.

Thank you.

Julio.

Julio.

So, what was prison like?

People in there, they ain't"t very smart, you know?

I mean, not like you.

I knew they"d let you go, see their mistake.

I never stopped praying.

What happened here?

Vincent happened.

Did he lay a hand on you?

No, he just doesn"t believe in God.

Neto. You have to go.

Vincent will be home soon. But, Mom...

Neto, please.

Here. Smile.

No! No! No!

Who are you?

What do you want?

I need to send your husband a message.

I have no husband.

That"s Latin for,

"Let the lying lips be put to silence."

No! No! No!

He"s going to kill you.

He"s going to fucking rip you apart.

You know, I haven"t had the pleasure of meeting your husband...

but I"m sure as hell dying to.

No! No! No! No!

No!

No!

When did you get out, Neto?

A few days ago.

Good to see you again in God"s house.

How long has it been since your last confession?

Oh, it"s been a long time.

Would you like to confess?

Have you seen Julio?

Yeah, I saw him yesterday.

He really looks up to you

and helps you during the Sunday services and all.

He does.

Julio"s a good boy. Kindhearted.

But you"re the one he really admires.

Maybe I should keep my distance then.

Perhaps.

Self-sacrifice is the way to lead a just life.

The Jesuit.

You want to talk to me?

Just checking in.

You haven"t changed at all, bastard.

Do you need something?

Do you need to be set up?

Well, actually,

I was thinking of going the other way.

Stepping back.

That"s not possible, ese.

Blood in, blood out.

For life, remember?

Yeah, I remember.

That"s why I"m telling you first.

See, I"ve made up my mind.

Now you"ve got to decide

which side you want to be on this.

See those vatos?

They"d love to take you on.

Cut down The Jesuit.

Get his rep.

Oh, I"d love to see them try.

Me too!

Okay, asshole.

I"ll give you a pass,

but you can"t stay around here.

Can"t have people knowing you"re back

and not taking orders.

Don"t take too long to leave, understood?

I hear you join another group...

You"re dead.

And my wife, she has a new boyfriend, uh,

Vincent Rice.

She says he sells condos. You know him?

La Cara del Norte.

He has weight down south, not with us.

First, you promise me payment on delivery.

That"s one strike.

Then you make me come here. That"s another.

That"s enough.

It "s a shame I can" t deal with a better race of customers.

We got two strikes on the batter,

so unless you want to eat a baseball,

I would suggest you tell me where my money is right now.

Hey, Vince.

It"s her.

Ah, shit.

Game"s over.

Pick up the damn phone.

Finally. Hey, pretty.

I told you not to come here. You forgot to leave me the money again.

The money?

Riley, the bag.

I"m sorry. You want cash?