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They say you don’t exist. I may not exist, but this gun does. You don’t have to do this! You can tell whoever hired you that I’ll give back the money. This isn’t about the money, Carlos, and it isn’t about my employer. It’s about ethics. Now if I don’t shoot you square in the face, I would be violating a contractual obligation and, well Game Please. Don’t beg. Emotional confrontations make me very uncomfortable. How much for the Change? cents. I’m gonna give you . Do you have change for a dollar? I don’t know where the hell we are. Excuse me. We’re a little lost. Any chance you could steer us to León? I could. The trouble is, you’ve seen my face and I’ve just changed. I’m truly sorry, ma’am. It’s just a matter of time and place not meeting in your favor. I am lost. Can you help me with directions? Is there a bus that goes nearby? “Maneater.” That’s what they used to call me when I was just a little girl. I didn’t know what that meant, but that never stopped my daddy from coming into my bed after a night of drinking. So, one night, I gave him what he deserved. I chewed his balls off with my teeth! The next day, I went to school with pieces of him still in my braces. I became what he always said I was, a maneater. I despise men. I can’t trust them. I think that pussy clouds their minds. And now my little Cereza lays dead because of that reason. And that’s where you come in. As random as a selection as you might be, you’re still a man, Papi, and I am ing famished! Madame? Yes? We’ve found them. Mendez and Machete. Bring me my double Game D’s. Gather all the girls. We’re going to avenge my Cereza. Hey! You want Mendez? Here I am! You read my mind, Machete. Yup. Yup. Yup, this is the perfect place for my last meal. Give me and my friend here a plate of your finest cabrito. And bring some bread and wine, too, please. Thank you. See, Machete, you’re the only one who doesn’t want me dead. Puta madre, Machete. What the hell are you doing back in Mexico?