Good evening, El Paso and Juárez.
Tonight at Ray's Auto Shop
Gigántico will face El Topo from El Paso.
And then, the exótico you love to hate...
Big Beltrán!
Check this out!
Muscle as pure as fresh milk.
- Fresh milk? You're tripping, buddy. - Screw you!
Hey Mole!
Do you like digging holes, or getting your hole dug?
What's with the shitty mustache?
The mustache?
I grew it for you, honey.
I heard you like the way it tickles.
You should take off your mask and become an exótico.
Gerardo, why are you always late?
Talk some sense into him.
- Kiss! Kiss! - No fucking way!
From the sacred lucha libre ring
at Ray's Auto Shop
it's my pleasure to introduce The Executioner of Tijuana... Gigántico!
In a spectacular mano-a-mano against a guy
who only goes out at night!
The most abominable creature from Madrigal Street...
El Topo!
Hold onto my shirt, buddy. It's the only one I have!
Let's give them a show. Follow my lead.
Eat my ass!
Get him! Get him!
Listen carefully, little mole.
You strike me as the kind of guy
who likes to get down on all fours!
El Topo bites the pillow!
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this amazing battle
The Executioner of Tijuana, Gigántico!
That guy has no poetry. None!
He doesn't fool around, he gets to the point. Unlike you,
making an ass of yourself.
Don't go to sleep yet, Ciudad Juárez. The night is just getting started!
The rival in this face-to-face
draws his strength from the flutter of butterflies
and brings his exótico style
into the ring.
Big Beltrán!
Fuck off!
- Get off the ring! - Faggot!
It's over ladies and gentlemen! The exótico has lost.
Look at those earrings.
And that nice, shiny ring.
Do you think that would look good on me?
The earrings, or the limp?
Oh, you!
The earrings, smart ass!
She's gonna kill him.
She'll cut off the oxygen.
Mom, is Jezebel fixed?
I got her running last night.
Just a broken hose clamp in the clutch.
Are you going to help me drop off these clothes?
In a minute, but look. I still need to mend all these.
Some are missing buttons...
My hard working son.
A boy will make you happy one day.
Just don't end up with someone mean.
Hi, sweetie. Are you the new maid?
What's your name?
Count the clothes, make sure nothing's missing.
It's all in there.
When has that happened? What's your problem?
You've been so nasty lately, what's the deal?
Come on, Mom. Let's go.
How much are they paying her?
Half what you make, probably.
That's why I told you to keep your legs closed
so you don't end up with a bastard son.
Let's go, Mom! Come on, hop on.
Same time tomorrow. Good job.
Yeah, well done!
Lady Anarquía.
I wanna get that bastard. Take him down!
Make him sweat.
- Hi, honey. - Hey.
Are you gonna be much longer?
- Yeah, a little bit. - Tell them to clean the ashtray.
Do you want me to order something?
Some tacos? Yeah.
- Don't take too long. - I won't.
Do you know them?
I've seen him around.
He's a luchador.
They call him El Comandante.
- Why don't you say hello? - No, I don't know him.
- I'll introduce you. - Mom, no.
- Come on. Let's go. - No.
- Mom, don't! - Come on, son.
Son!
Excuse me...
You're El Comandante, right?
Yes, that's me.
My son is also a luchador, a famous one.
- What a coincidence. - Sure.
He fights as El Topo.
I've never seen him fight, it makes me anxious.
Take it out of my tips, all right?
Yeah? My mom's, too.
Bye.
Mom. Mom!
Where's yours?
I didn't see you go out.
All right, where's mine?
Look at your father.
You are just like him.
You have his eyes.
His mouth.
You even have the same hair.
What the hell are we doing here? Let's go home.
He'd still be with us...
if you had listened to me.
The man in the Silver Mask, The amazing Santo!
The audience welcomes him with such joy.
Mariachis, cheers!
He's the best, right? El Santo.
Here, son. I got you a little present.
You know who was good at doing her eyebrows?
Verónica Castro.
- Am I right? - Few can do it like her.
Yeah.
I loved her hair most.
Oh, sure, the hair!
- Really extraordinary. - I'm running late.
I don't look like any actress.
It's better that way.
Much better.
You're good to go.
- I like it. - Look at you!
Rapunzel has nothing on you!
Good?
Don't wait up, son.
Okay.
- Go to bed early. - Sure.
I'm told that there's been a change in the program.
This is about to get ugly!
Debuting tonight
a luchador you've never seen before.
Coming to you from El Paso...
Cassandro the exótico!
Hey faggot!
Gigántico's gonna crush you! You're nobody! Fucking faggot!
Fuck you, Cassandro!
How's that?
Ladies and gentlemen!
The winner of this spectacular battle
The Executioner of Tijuana,
Gigántico!
You better watch it, Topo. Don't fuck with lucha libre.
We have our traditions, got it?
What?
El Comandante.
So, they're going out of town!
Of course I did, honey.
Kill 'em! Kill them all!
Look who's here!
- Welcome! - Thanks.
- We were waiting for you. - Thank you.
Follow me. My name is Lorenzo.
Welcome to my bar.
- Can I buy you a beer? - Sure, thanks.
- Feel free to order. - Shit, there he is.
Commander Gómez Pulido, the police chief.
You know him?
No way. I only know him from the newspapers.
Come with me.
How's it going, Lorenzo?
Our rising star.
- Hi, pleasure. - Nice to meet you.
- Hey. - Hello.
How are you? Well, sorry to interrupt.
Let's talk over here. Have a seat.
Thanks.
Holy shit. What a performance!
You had us hypnotized.
- Do you mean it? - Oh, yeah.
In bullfighting, they say:
"Holy fuck! There's a god walking among us."
It felt amazing. People seemed happy.
They were happy all right.
I was about to book Gigántico
for a match in Monterrey,
but now I'm not so sure.
- You're a promoter? - I wear many hats in this life
but I want us to be friends.
- Can I be your friend? - Of course. Friends.
I've never fought outside of Juárez before.
The way I see it, lucha libre is the same everywhere.
People are fucked up. That's why they like it.
The world is fucked up.
For a brief moment, the luchador offers escape.
From the ring, he tells a story where good triumphs over evil.
It's the same everywhere. China, Japan, Monterrey...
The same formula no matter where.
I want to fight everywhere.
- In Japan, China, Monterrey... - I bet you do.
- Mexico City... - One thing at a time, kiddo.
We gotta do it here first.
Felipe! Come here.
- Yeah, boss. - Do you know this guy?
No, I don't think so.
Look again.
Well, this is...
Saúl.
- Cassandro. - Cassandro the Exótico.
Exótico?
- You're a luchador? - Yes.
- Cool. - He's the one to watch.
I want you to show him around,
and make sure he has a good time.
- Sure thing, you got it. - A fucking good time!
Are you feeling good?
If you need anything, just say the word.
Cool, thanks.
So you guys are
in the lucha business?
- Whatever you want. - Really?
He was talking about a match in Monterrey.
He's a mover and a shaker, he has a finger in every pie.
Where did you get this? It's pure vanilla.
Too bad you weren't there to see Cassandro.
Who?
- Cassandro! - Oh, yeah.
I'm not really into lucha libre.
I prefer strip clubs, stuff like that.
That's a shame.
It's too bad, because it's a beautiful show.
- Real nice. - Well...
- I like the masks. - Yeah?
Yeah, they're pretty cool.
What's yours like?
Ain't got one.
Really? No mask?
No mask! None.
- You're different. - Yeah, always.
- I like that. - Yeah.
And you're cute.
Thanks.
If Cassandro were here, he'd tell you many things.
- Mh-hm? - Yeah, for example...
that he wants to kiss you.
But Cassandro isn't here.
Good, 'cause I have a girlfriend. Don't want any trouble.
- I have a boyfriend, too. - Yeah?
Yeah. He's big. Really strong.
Really.
Sorry I came home late.
Did I wake you?
No.
The phone did, ringing all morning.
Yesterday was amazing, Mom.
It was a great night, you should come someday.
It didn't cross your mind.
What's your father going to say when he hears about this?
He's going to be like a ranch dog when he finds out.
Saúl!
Son!
It's not just that.
You have to be careful.
Remember what those kids did to Silvia's son?
Do you like it, Saúl?
Always.
Welcome to this lucha libre night!
Faggot!
Shut up! That's my son.
Faggot! Faggot!
Harder! Harder!
Homo!
Kiss! Kiss!
Screw you, gringo! Fucking traitor!
I don't lose to exóticos!
Double?
My idol!
Did you see the crowd roaring?
- Mother of God. - Praised be the Lord!
Now, picture me in a stadium or in a real lucha libre arena.
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, son.
Are you worried?
You are!
You're worried about my dad. I know you are.
Go have fun.
- Don't stay up too late. - I won't.
I could drive you home.
- Nah. - I'm serious.
I'm not senile.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Please remember what the medicine man said.
- Drink the infusion. - Okay, don't make a ruckus.
- I promise I won't. - Stop it!
Come on, go have fun, your friends are waiting.
- All right. - Don't cause a scene.
Same goes for you!
Hey, hold on. Hold on.
Thank you, Universe, for allowing me to be here,
all alone with Gerardo. Just me and him.
Let's go, mom.
- Let's go, scoot over. - Leave me be.
I'm going to take you somewhere special.
Come on, let's go!
Leave me alone.
I'm telling you, you're gonna love this place.
All right?
It's really lovely.
See that big house?
I have a huge crush on the guy who lives there.
I used to do his laundry, he smelled incredible.
- Is he single? - Nah.
Married, with two kids.
- I'm doomed. - Oh, no. Not again!
Look.
See that gnarly tree over there?
The woman who lives there is a bed-wetter.
Her bedsheets were always soiled.
- Gross! - And her husband!
I'm pretty sure he jerked off at least three times a day
because the towels were always stiff!
They stood up on their own.
Seriously? Damn.
It was gross!
I can't think of any other explanation.
- Look, Mom. - Sorry for being so crass.
Check it out.
Here we are.
But, son... We can't afford this.
Just you wait.
A few fights here and there in different cities.
I'll get a loan.
We'll figure it out.
Let's go.
Come on, Mom!
I have a surprise for you in the back, come on.
Come here!
Come on, hurry!
You're going bald.
Don't even say it.
No, don't say it!
When we get this house, I'll make it a heart-shaped pool.
- Like a heart? - Yeah.
Why?
Just because. Just to be faggy.
Oh, son.
Where's yours?
- Who's that, son? - Just some migrants.
They've crossed over.
Tell them to come inside, give them some food.
There are chili beans in the fridge.
They're already gone.
They must be hungry.
Thirsty.
They're gone, Mom.
Sometimes they have little kids with them.
Are these empty?
Are you taking them?
Yes, son.
I ran out last night.
Hey, blondie. Looking to score?
Party in a bag? No?
Yeah, man.
Don't try to lowball me. You know what's at stake here.
That's too much, I can't make that work.
Good afternoon, Lorenzo.
What's up?
You know... just wondering about Monterrey.
I'm a little short on cash...
No, man.
Monterrey fell through.
But check this out.
Palacio de los Deportes in Mexico City, man!
Son of Santo wants to put on a big fucking show!
He's looking for a rival fit for the challenge.
Someone different, worthy of him
and I thought you could be it.
Against Son of Santo?
The one and only.
You have your work cut out for you.
- I'm not fucking this up. - Will he step up, or wuss out?
- I think he'll wuss out. - So, that's how it is?
Good to know, man. I thought you knew me.
Well done, Lorenzo. Good job.
Now that's a deal.
Fuck you!
Fucking hell.
Shut up! Get in the house.
Fucking idiot. What are you doing?
Shut up!
Come on, stop.
- Hello. - Sweetie, I'm so sorry.
It was her heart, Saúl.
We didn't know what to do.
Today is a good day to die.
Santo, the man in the silver mask!
Cassandro! Welcome, how are you?
- What's your name? - Sabrina.
Nice to meet you, I'm Ricardo.
Come on. My uncle is waiting for you.
Of course, Santo always wins, you know that.
Your goal is to prove you're worthy of fighting the king.
He's very excited to work with you.
Only the greatest artists have played here.
He saw you in video or something.
You're gonna like him.
I mean... he's the Son of Santo.
- The legend! - Exactly.
A living legend!
For now, get some rest.
Try not to party too hard while in Mexico City.
No, of course not.
No, we're focused.
Two tequilas, please.
What's up?
Hey, do you want some?
You're from the north, right?
How did you know?
You have a thick accent. Are you from Chihuahua?
I'm from El Paso.
So you're a gringo! Welcome, then.
Thanks.
What brings you here?
I was looking for you.
No, seriously.
Come on, tell me.
The truth is...
I'm a luchador.
I'm fighting Son of Santo tomorrow night.
- Yeah, right... Liar. - No, I'm serious.
Well then, nice to meet you, I'm Selena.
My pleasure.
I saw that poster on the street, girl.
You're cute, really cute, but that ain't you.
Lucha libre.
Lucha libre, libre.
Lucha libre.
I'm free.
Sabri?
Sabri.
Sabri!
My mom and I...
Oh, fuck.
But it's over.
I'm done.
- I love you, girl. - I love you too.
Twenty-two thousand people are coming to see you, man.
I told you. We made it!
Yeah.
Do you have someone watching at home?
No.
You know, because...
Well, maybe my dad.
Yeah, maybe him.
I hope so.
Santo! Santo!
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to welcome you all to the Palace of Lucha Libre!
Tonight's main event features a terrific luchador!
He came all the way from El Paso, Texas.
And also straight from the beauty parlor!
Let's give a warm welcome to...
Cassandro!
Ready, Cassandro? Let me check you.
And now, ladies and gentlemen
let's welcome
the descendant of a legend!
He's the true heir of the Silver Mask!
Let's give a big round of applause to...
The Son of Santo!
Let me go!
Let him go, motherfucker!
Saúl, let go!
Santo! Santo!
Faggot! Faggot!
Come on, get him!
He carried me on his shoulders
and everyone was screaming.
I was talking to Santo's team.
They want to set something up in New York, or maybe Boston.
I don't remember which cities exactly.
So, just between us, what was he like?
- He's a nice guy. - Did he take off his mask backstage?
No way, he's the real deal.
They say he never takes it off, not even when he sleeps.
How much did you make?
A fair amount, yeah. Get yourself a drink.
Get me another one.
Hey.
Did he show you his scalp collection?
Santo. The scalps. Did you see them?
Do you think he'll give you a re-match?
Yes. I think so
that's what he said.
I don't know when, but yes.
What else did he show you?
He showed me the scalps
and the...
the lock of hair he took from Ultraman.
Belts from the time he fought Blue Demon Jr.
and Huracán Ramírez.
And his trophies. It was full of trophies.
Like I'd never seen before.
They say he's a real stand-up guy
who treats everyone with respect.
Look at you, Saúl.
Rubbing elbows with royalty.
That's amazing, Saúl. You made it!
Congratulations, man.
Felipe.
- What's up? - You got some?
Yeah, in the office.
Let's go.
- Are you fucked up? - You know it.
Damn, Saúl's going to make out with that little gangster.
I don't care that he bats for the other team,
but why does he have to rub it in our face?
I know, man. If he's in the bathroom, I'm scared to pull my dick out.
- Wouldn't want to catch something. - Don't flatter yourself.
See you, fellas. I think I'll call it a night.
- Already? - Yeah, good night.
Right from my hand, like a bird.
- There it is. - That's good.
I really can't do this.
It's okay, don't worry.
Don't freak out.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
See you around, stud.
I want us to be friends.
Can I be your friend?
Listen, you can be famous! You don't know your potential
but I have a nose for these things.
Trust me.
EXPERIENCES WITH THE SON OF SANTO
Welcome once again
to Experiences with the Son of Santo.
I won this trophy a year ago at Palacio de los Deportes
against a great luchador who was unknown back then.
Although I defeated him
that night, a star was born.
Tonight, he will join us to look back on this time
and so I can pay my respects and show my admiration
to a pioneer of the gay community in the world of lucha libre.
He has changed the image of exótico wrestlers.
Joining us tonight in Experiences with the Son of Santo
my dear old friend, Cassandro the exótico.
- Welcome, dear friend. - Thank you so much.
- Do you want to fight, or talk? - No.
It's better if we talk, please have a seat.
We will talk as friends.
Cassandro, you know that our audience
wants to learn new things about our old friends.
Tell us something.
Well...
For me... my greatest source of inspiration are women.
I was raised by women.
Women have helped me learn who I want to be
where I want to go, and where I come from.
I have great admiration for Mother Teresa
Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Marie Curie
and for Princess Diana.
Lady Anarquía, my friend and trainer.
She's always been there.
And... My mother, of course.
My mother was the one who made me who I am.
How have you overcome adversity and strife?
What's your secret?
I just try to be myself. Just being me.
I think that's how.
What's next for Cassandro?
I have the pleasure to announce we're launching a world tour.
We're bringing Mexican wrestling everywhere
because it's the best in the world.
That's right.
We're taking it everywhere.
Cassandro, if you allow me, I would like to pass the mic
to a young man who has a message for you.
- Of course. - Shall we?
- Yes, where is he? - Right here, in front of us.
Cassandro, it's a dream come true to talk to you in person.
I've seen all your fights on the Saturday shows
and I've seen you live five different times.
I also collect your merch, including your action figure.
A few... A few months ago...
I came out to my father.
I told him and he...
he gave me his support. He's here with me tonight.
I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for you.
Bravo.
Thank you, Cassandro!
It's my pleasure to introduce...
Cassandro!