Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He thinks he can convince me.
But...it's not a guitar.
You'II need a better sense of humour if you plan to work for me.
- Domino, Iet's go! - She's gone.
Ready to play? We're waiting for you.
I'm a musician. I can't drink or smoke.
What do you have there?
He owns the place.
Yes.
Let her go. I'II give you your money.
He wants me to drive it to his ranch when I decide to give myself to him.
You won't find work in this town, but okay.
- Were they thieves? - I don't think so.
Then jewellery.
- What is it? - It's not a guitar.
Fmee coconuts... I was beginning to like this city.
- Want some shampoo? - Yes, thanks.
Six. I've only killed six.
This song is called Ganas de Vivir.
I have to hang up.
- Hello? - Come see me.
What the hell is going on?
Against three armed men?
I'm sorry.
You were always bad at math. You thought it was all for you.
What I didn't know was that my time was munning out.
Strange people always come here.
I can't.