:02:00
Now, this bar...
:02:02
...was full of lowlifes.
:02:08
I mean,
not like this place here.
:02:10
No, I mean bad.
:02:12
Like they were up to no good.
:02:15
I'm all by myself.
I like it that way.
:02:18
Meanwhile, things are going on.
:02:21
Under-the-table kinds of things.
Not too obvious...
:02:25
...but not too secret either.
:02:28
So...
:02:30
...I'm sitting...
:02:34
...and in walks...
:02:36
...the biggest Mexican
I have ever seen...
:02:40
...like he owns the place.
:02:42
Nobody knew what
to make of him or think of him.
:02:45
But there he was, and in he walked.
:02:48
He was dark too.
:02:51
I don't mean dark-skinned.
:02:54
This was different.
:02:55
It was as if he was always
walking in a shadow.
:02:58
Every step he took
towards the light...
:03:01
...just when you thought his face
would be revealed, it wasn't.
:03:05
It was as if the lights dimmed...
:03:07
...just for him.
:03:17
So this guy...
:03:20
...takes a seat at the bar...
:03:22
...orders a soda, sits back,
says nothing.
:03:24
He ordered a soda pop?
:03:26
I wasn't interested in his drink.
:03:29
I was interested in what he carried.
:03:32
Some sort of a suitcase,
kind of heavy.
:03:35
And he sat that thing beside him
as if it were his girl.
:03:41
Then, all of a sudden,
the bastard spoke.
:03:44
You know he was talking business
because he upset the bartender.
:03:48
Especially when he mentioned...
:03:50
He said something like:
:03:54
"Bitch" or...
:03:56
..."Bucho."