ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): 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!
♪ ♪
(thunder rumbling)
(thunder rumbling softly)
(upbeat Mexican music playing over speakers)
(music continues in Spanish)
GIGÁNTICO (in Spanish): Check this out!
Muscle as pure as fresh milk.
- Fresh milk? You're tripping, buddy. - Screw you!
(laughter)
(lively chatter continues in Spanish)
PETE (in English): What's up, mi chavo?
Hey, Pete, what's up?
You say hello to your rival?
He doesn't want to prepare, huh?
No, of course not. Okay.
WRESTLER (in Spanish): Hey, Mole!
Do you like digging holes or getting your hole dug?
(laughter)
What's with the shitty mustache?
The mustache?
I grew it for you, honey.
I heard you like the way it tickles.
- OTHERS: Ooh. - (chatter in Spanish)
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!
ANNOUNCER: From the sacred lucha libre ring
at Ray's Auto Shop,
it's my pleasure to introduce The Executioner of Tijuana... Gigántico!
(crowd chanting "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!
- Topo! Topo! - (crowd cheering, jeering)
(laughter)
(crowd shouting)
Hold onto my shirt, buddy. It's the only one I have!
(man shouting in Spanish)
Let's give them a show. Follow my lead.
Eat my ass!
(speaking Spanish)
CROWD (chanting in Spanish): Get him! Get him!
(chanting continues)
(crowd exclaims)
(men shouting in Spanish)
(feedback squeals)
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!
(crowd chanting along)
(feedback squeals)
(crowd cheering)
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this amazing battle,
The Executioner of Tijuana, Gigántico!
(crowd cheering)
That guy has no poetry. None!
WRESTLER: He doesn't fool around, he gets to the point. Unlike you,
making an ass of yourself.
PETE (in English): Pretty good, mi chavo.
Next week, we'll do it again, you and Gigántico.
Again? With Gigántico again?
Come on, Pete, we-we always do the same. Come on.
You want to wrestle or not?
ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): 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!
(crowd cheering, jeering)
Fuck off!
- Get off the ring! - Faggot!
(announcer speaking Spanish)
REFEREE: Uno, dos...
♪ ♪
Uno, dos, tres.
- (speaking Spanish) - (cheering)
ANNOUNCER: It's over, ladies and gentlemen!
The exótico has lost.
♪ ♪
(dog barking in distance)
- (indistinct radio chatter) - (in English): Hey, Saúl. Go ahead.
- Yeah? - Go ahead.
Okay.
♪ ♪
(chatter in Spanish over TV)
(in Spanish): 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. - Mm-hmm.
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.
- (birds chirping) - (dog barking in distance)
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.
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
SABRINA (in English): That's right, that's right, that's right!
(Sabrina speaking Spanish)
(in English): That's right.
Ah!
(chatter continues in Spanish)
(in English): That's right. That's right.
(in Spanish): Same time tomorrow. Good job.
Yeah, well done!
(in English): Wow.
Hey, you want to practice or you just watching?
I've seen you fight at the coliseum.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right.
Lady Anarquía.
- Sabrina. - Saúl.
- Hey. - Nice to meet you.
You fight there, too?
- No. - Mm.
No, um, I've been doing some nights at the...
(speaks Spanish)
(in English): Oh, yeah. My students fight there sometimes.
I don't think I've seen you.
How long you been doing lucha?
Since I was a kid.
But I've been doing real fights since a couple of years ago.
Oh.
But I'm gonna be fighting Gigántico de Tijuana next week.
Uh-huh.
And I want to flip it.
I want to turn it around, you know?
(in Spanish): I wanna get that bastard. Take him down!
Make him sweat.
(in English): You're hungry.
- You willing to work? - Ey.
Come in here.
- Sure? - Yeah, come on.
Come on.
(both grunting)
Let me guess.
You're always cast as the runt?
Yeah. They don't see nothing else.
Oh, yeah? What's your lucha name?
- El Topo. -"El Topo."
So cute. Cool, huh?
(both grunting)
(pained groaning, panting)
- (tapping) - (Saúl chuckles)
Oh, fuck.
(both panting)
You okay?
Think I can work with you.
Oh.
No, but I-I can't.
- I have no money. - Oh, shut up.
- We'll figure it out. - No, I'm supposed to...
We'll figure it out. We'll figure it out.
- Come back tomorrow. - Okay. Okay.
- Yeah? - Okay.
Got to go pick up my daughter.
- Ah. - (laughs)
Do you know how-how many sessions it'll take me
to be as good as you?
- A hundred. - Oh.
At least.
Okay.
"Topo."
♪ ♪
Okay. Laps. Run.
I want four laps. Run 'em.
Faster. Come on.
Come on! Move it! Move it!
Faster!
- (grunting) - What are you gonna do?
Come on, stand up. Get up faster. Flip again.
Come on. Great, great, great. Fall, fall, fall.
Stretch it out.
Stretch it out, Saúl. Come on, come on.
- That's right. - One, two, three, four, five,
- six, seven, eight... (groans) - One, two, three, four, five...
- Four, five... No. No. - That's right.
- Till I say. Till I say stop! - No. 13...
Cheers.
- (bottles clink) - To men. (chuckles)
(sighs heavily)
Do you think I'm gonna be able to do something with Gigántico?
(sighs): Ay, Saúl.
I mean, it's like you're-you're trying to fight like you're...
Hijo del Santo or something.
And that's not you.
I mean, there's a lot of ways you can fight.
You don't have to be the runt.
You ever thought about being an exótico?
No. No.
No, they don't let exóticos win, you know?
- No. - (clicks tongue)
- (horn honks) - (vehicle approaching)
(engine shuts off)
- (in Spanish): 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.
(TV playing quietly)
- (door opens) - (bells jingling)
YOCASTA: Do you know them?
No.
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.
(chatter continues quietly)
♪ ♪
(chatter continues)
(chatter in Spanish over TV)
Take it out of my tips, all right?
Yeah?
My mom's, too.
Bye.
Mom. Mom!
Where's yours?
(engine starts)
I didn't see you go out.
All right, where's mine?
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
YOCASTA: Look at your father.
You are just like him.
You have his eyes.
His mouth.
You even have the same hair.
(chuckles softly)
What the hell are we doing here? Let's go home.
He'd still be with us...
...if you had listened to me.
♪ ♪
ANNOUNCER (on TV): The man in the Silver Mask, the amazing Santo!
The audience welcomes him with such joy.
Mariachis, cheers!
EDUARDO: He's the best, right? El Santo.
Here, son. I got you a little present.
(announcer continues speaking Spanish over TV)
(announcers speaking Spanish)
♪ ♪
- ♪ I got your memory ♪ - ("She's Got You" by Patsy Cline playing)
♪ Or has it got me? ♪
♪ I really don't know ♪
♪ But I know it won't let me be... ♪
You know who was good at doing her eyebrows?
Verónica Castro.
YOCASTA: Hmm.
- 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.
(Yocasta sighs)
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!
(both laugh)
Good?
(both chuckle)
Don't wait up, son.
Okay.
- Go to bed early. - Sure.
♪ And it still looks the same ♪
♪ As when you gave it, dear... ♪
(grunting)
(music playing quietly over speakers)
(in English): Can I tell you something?
It's still a work in progress, okay, so, you know...
(laughs): That's an exótico.
- But he wins. - (laughs)
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
SAÚL: It's so crowded tonight.
SABRINA: This is it.
Hey, you got this, okay?
Keep your chin up. Don't worry about them, okay?
All right? And let me handle it, okay?
I'll just take care of it. Just get your shit together.
You're up next, so get ready.
Yeah, hey, uh, listen, um, I just want to talk to you.
Things are gonna be a little different tonight.
- Oh? - Yeah. Yeah.
- Who are you? - I'm his trainer.
- Lady Anarquía? - Yeah.
- I'm a huge fan. - Oh, yeah?
Um, here's the deal.
So, tonight, Gigántico is gonna fight an exótico,
and that exótico is this guy right here.
- Oh. - But here's the thing.
The exótico's gonna win.
Yeah. Gonna turn the tables.
(Pete chuckles)
You got Gigántico to go along with this?
- No. No, it's a surprise. - Ah, okay.
Then stop wasting my time,
and, uh, you, get dressed as El Topo.
(quiet chatter)
(Mexican music playing over speakers)
(crowd chanting "Gigántico!")
ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): 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!
("Yo Viviré (I Will Survive)" by Celia Cruz playing)
Hey, faggot!
(crowd booing, jeering)
(mocking laughter)
(music and booing continue)
Gigántico's gonna crush you! You're nobody! Fucking faggot!
(music ends)
Fuck you, Cassandro!
(crowd chanting "Gigántico!")
(booing and jeering continue)
(crowd cheering, shouting)
(shouting in Spanish)
- (crowd exclaiming) - (Gigántico tapping canvas)
How's that?
(crowd whooping, cheering)
Cassandro! Cassandro!
(crowd chanting "Cassandro!")
(chanting fades)
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
(chanting "Cassandro!")
(chanting continues)
♪ ♪
(chanting continues)
♪ ♪
(cheering, laughter)
SABRINA: No! Saúl!
(crowd cheering)
ANNOUNCER: 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.
(in English): You saw me?
Let's talk on Saturday.
Saturday?
(in Spanish): So, they're going out of town!
(in English): Shh, shh, shh. Two days, yeah.
Two days? Wow, that's a lot.
I got to go.
Okay. But you saw me?
It's better we talk about this at my place.
- (clears throat) - You saw me?
(in Spanish): Of course I did, honey.
(in English): I saw you.
(in Spanish): Kill 'em! Kill them all!
(crowd cheering)
- (lively chatter) - (glasses clinking)
Look who's here!
- (laughter) - (clapping, whistling)
- 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.
(in English): Hey, I'm Sabrina, the trainer.
- (in Spanish): 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.
(in English): Okay, I-I'll see you in a bit.
- Oh. All right. - I'll see you in a bit.
(in Spanish): 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!
(sniffing, laughing)
- Are you feeling good? - Mm, mm-hmm.
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.
(sniffing, exclaiming)
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-hmm? - Yeah, for example...
...that he wants to kiss you.
But Cassandro isn't here.
(laughing)
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?
(music playing faintly in other room)
YOCASTA: Do you like it, Saúl?
♪ ♪
(kids laughing, chattering playfully)
(speaking Spanish)
(Yocasta laughs)
EDUARDO: Ey, dime.
(in English): Are you having fun?
Thank you, baby.
SARA: Eduardo, honey.
EDUARDO: You should go.
- SARA: How's it going? - EDUARDO: Good, good, good.
- How are the girls? - Good. (kisses)
- EDUARDO: They having fun? - Yeah. Everyone's good.
I don't want the girls to see her.
I told her to leave.
♪ ♪
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(chatter in Spanish)
(breathing deeply)
(in English): I saw your mom in the crowd.
(chuckles)
- Yeah? - (chuckles) Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Are you ready?
(in Spanish): Always.
ANNOUNCER (in English): Ladies and gentlemen...
(announcer speaking Spanish)
Welcome to this lucha libre night!
(in English): Welcome to the fight night!
Facing Blue Flame tonight in the main event...
(speaking Spanish)
(in English): Let's welcome Cassandro!
("Llámame (Call Me)" by Blondie playing)
(crowd booing)
(referee speaking Spanish)
Sabrina, aquí.
(song continues in Spanish)
(song fades)
(crowd cheering)
(referee speaking Spanish)
(crowd groaning)
(in Spanish): Faggot!
Shut up! That's my son.
(referee speaking Spanish)
(crowd booing)
(crowd chanting in Spanish)
Faggot! Faggot!
(chanting continues)
(referee speaking Spanish)
(crowd cheering)
(crowd laughing)
CROWD (chanting in Spanish): Harder! Harder!
(crowd cheering)
(chanting in Spanish): Homo!
(chanting continues)
(referee speaking Spanish)
(crowd booing)
(chanting "Cassandro!")
(chanting continues)
(crowd cheering)
REFEREE: Uno, dos...
(arguing in Spanish)
(crowd cheering)
(chanting "Cassandro!")
CROWD (chanting in Spanish): Kiss! Kiss!
♪ ♪
(in English): Cassandro wins.
Double the pay for everybody.
(in Spanish): Screw you, gringo! Fucking traitor!
I don't lose to exóticos!
- Double? - DANTE (in English): Double pay.
(crowd cheering)
(cheering)
REFEREE: Uno, dos, tres.
(crowd cheering)
♪ ♪
(shouts in Spanish)
My idol!
♪ ♪
(crowd chanting "Cassandro!")
(crowd cheering)
♪ ♪
SAÚL (in Spanish): Did you see the crowd roaring?
- YOCASTA: Mother of God. - SAÚL: 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!
♪ ♪
(in English): I missed your mouth.
(in Spanish): Hey, hold on. Hold on.
(in English): One thing at a time.
- (sighs): Okay. Okay. - First we eat.
Can make some drinks for us.
Okay.
- Okay. - We need to celebrate.
- (chuckles) - (drink pouring)
(Saúl humming a tune)
(in Spanish): Thank you, Universe, for allowing me to be here,
all alone with Gerardo. Just me and him.
(chuckles softly)
- Ah. - (fingers snap)
(panting, grunting)
(grunting intensifies)
- (panting rapidly) - (chuckling)
- (grunts) - (laughs)
(both grunting)
- (object falls) - (in English): Oh, sorry.
- (laughing) - Sorry, sorry, sorry.
(panting)
I think Cassandro's a top.
He and I are so different.
(chuckles)
(sighing)
I don't like when you talk about him
like he's a real person.
He's also very daring
and really fun
and sexy.
- Don't you think he's sexy? - (chuckles)
I mean, yeah, but...
...I liked you better when you were just a regular luchador.
He'll come around. He'll grow up.
I like you the way you are.
Yeah, 'cause you like fucking little weak topos.
(laughing, speaking Spanish)
- Where's Cassandro now? - (both laughing)
(sighs)
I got to get a beer.
Okay.
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering in distance)
♪ ♪
(in Spanish): 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.
(Mexican music playing over speakers)
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!
(both laughing)
Look.
See that gnarly tree over there?
The woman who lives there is a bed-wetter.
(both laughing)
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.
(Yocasta coughs)
Here we are.
(in English): For sale.
(in Spanish): 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.
(Saúl laughs)
Come here!
Come on, hurry!
("Hasta Que Te Conocí" by Juan Gabriel playing)
(song continues in Spanish)
(Saúl sighing)
(Yocasta chuckles)
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.
(both laughing)
Oh, son.
(song continues)
(in English): It's beautiful.
It's got a yellow kitchen.
(song ends)
I want to buy it as soon as possible.
(dog barking in distance)
Where's your dad?
(laughing): No.
(laughs): Oh!
It sounds like a story.
Oh, no, there's nothing much to tell, no.
Yeah, I don't believe that.
SAÚL: Mm.
So...
my mom met him at a party when she was...
she was very young.
And, um, and they started to have an affair, instantly.
- That lasted years. - (chuckles)
But he had a wife.
Oh.
(laughs): And then he had many kids.
(chuckles): Oof.
My mom was so in love with him. I think she still is.
- So you-you knew him? - Mm. Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Yeah, he introduced me to lucha libre.
- Took me to a few matches. - Mm.
You don't... you don't see him no more?
- No, not for a while. - Mm.
I came out when I was 15.
And he's very...
He's a lot into Jesus.
So, one day, he just stopped coming.
♪ ♪
("Fever" by La Lupe playing)
♪ Never know how much I love you ♪
♪ Never know how much I care ♪
(crowd cheering)
♪ And when you put your arms around me ♪
♪ I get a fever that's so hard to bear ♪
♪ You give me fever, ay! ♪
♪ When you kiss me ♪
♪ Fever when you hold me tight ♪
- ♪ Fever in the morning ♪ - (crowd cheering)
♪ Fever all through the night ♪
- (song continues in Spanish) - (crowd groaning)
(crowd cheering)
- (song continues) - (camera clicks)
(song continues)
(crowd cheering)
(song ends)
(in Spanish): Where's yours?
(Yocasta chuckles softly)
(dogs barking and howling in distance)
- 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.
(Yocasta sighs)
Hey, blondie. Looking to score?
Party in a bag? No?
(chuckles)
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.
(phone snaps shut)
(Lorenzo sighs)
Good afternoon, Lorenzo.
What's up?
You know... just wondering about Monterrey.
I'm a little short on cash...
No, man.
Monterrey fell through.
(groans)
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.
(chuckling, speaking Spanish)
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.
GERARDO (in English): It's what you always wanted.
And the money.
Yeah, and like 22,000 people, they say.
- Yeah. - (chuckles)
That way, I can get the house for my mom.
I'm so proud of you.
Why don't you come with me, then?
Come.
No.
Come on. Be my man. Come on.
I'll still be watching you.
From home.
With your kids. And your wife.
On your sofa.
Big like in your home theater.
You don't understand.
- I don't... (stammers) - You don't have...
I don't have what? What don't I have?
I don't have a family?
- (in Spanish): Fuck you! - (in English): Saúl. No, the back door.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Come in here.
Saúl, get in here. Come on.
(in Spanish): Fucking hell.
(in English): Everyone should see us! Everyone!
- (in Spanish): Shut up! Get in the house. - (in English): Everyone! Your kids!
(grunts)
(in Spanish): Fucking idiot. What are you doing?
(muffled shouting)
Shut up!
Come on, stop.
GERARDO (in English): The other wrestlers think you're getting too big.
What do you mean?
(sighs)
- That's a good thing, no? - (sighs)
You're pushing things.
So it's my fault?
Are you saying it's my fault?
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm worried about you.
Things before were...
Everything had a place.
Yeah.
I was there when you wanted to fuck me
and out of the way when you didn't.
(Gerardo sighs)
I want you to leave her.
You heard me.
♪ ♪
(in Spanish): Hello.
Sweetie, I'm so sorry.
It was her heart, Saúl.
(woman sobbing softly)
We didn't know what to do.
(sobbing continues)
MAN (in English): The burial will be tomorrow at 2:00 p.m.
(quiet chatter)
♪ ♪
(man humming a somber tune)
(man vocalizing)
(in Spanish): Today is a good day to die.
(humming a somber tune)
♪ ♪
Santo, the man in the silver mask!
(raucous crowd chatter, cheering over TV)
(Saúl chuckles)
(chatter in Spanish over TV)
SABRINA (in English): She's gonna be watching over you
in Mexico City.
Everyone will.
You're gonna be all over TV.
(crowd cheering and chanting)
SAÚL: Shit yeah?
Shit yeah.
(bottles clink)
("Los Luchadores" by Conjunto Africa playing)
SABRINA: It's huge.
(in Spanish): 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.
SAÚL: No, of course not.
No, we're focused.
("Así Me Gusta a Mí" by Chimo Bayo playing)
Two tequilas, please.
What's up?
- Oye. - (in English): What is that?
Put it away. Put it away.
For after the fight.
Put it in your pocket.
Okay. Okay. Mm. Pocket.
- Okay, okay. (laughs) - Pocket. Mm.
- I love you. I love you. - Okay. I love you, too.
- I love you, too. Yeah, yeah. - Love you very much.
Uh-huh.
Here.
Saúl?
♪ ♪
(in Spanish): Hey, do you want some?
- Sí. Eso. - Mm.
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.
(laughs)
(snorts)
(coughs, sniffs)
No, seriously.
Come on, tell me.
The truth is...
I'm a luchador.
I'm fighting Son of Santo tomorrow night.
(laughs)
- Yeah, right... Liar. - No, I'm serious.
Well then, nice to meet you, I'm Selena.
(both laugh)
My pleasure.
I saw that poster on the street, girl.
You're cute, really cute, but that ain't you.
Lucha.
Lucha libre.
Lucha libre, libre.
Lucha libre.
I'm free.
(coughs, spits)
(spits)
(Saúl retching)
(groans)
(water running)
- (knob squeaks) - (water stops)
(indistinct chatter in distance)
Sabri?
Sabri.
Sabri!
SABRINA: Hmm?
(whispering in English): They sold the house.
The one up the hill with the heart-shaped swimming pool.
It's gone.
They bought it. Somebody bought it.
It's gone, Sabri.
(Saúl groans)
(in Spanish): My mom and I...
(in English): Ah, we were gonna be dancing.
Living room with a fireplace and smoking in the kitchen,
the huge yellow kitchen that was there.
(in Spanish): Oh, fuck.
(sighs)
Ay.
(in English): That-that was the only reason I wanted to be here.
(sniffles)
(in Spanish): But it's over.
I'm done.
(in English): Last one.
(in Spanish): I'm done.
(in English): No more.
- (sniffs) - Saúl.
- No more. - Don't.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Come on. - No.
- Come on. - Sí.
- (in Spanish): I love you, girl. - I love you too.
Twenty-two thousand people are coming to see you, man.
I told you. We made it!
(Saúl chuckles)
Yeah.
Do you have someone watching at home?
No.
You know, because...
Well, maybe my dad.
Yeah, maybe him.
I hope so.
(faint crowd chatter)
(crowd chanting "Santo!" faintly)
(chanting continues)
♪ ♪
(chanting continues)
EDUARDO: Santo! Santo! Santo! Santo!
Yeah! Santo!
Santo! Santo!
(crowd continues chanting)
- (chanting stops) - (crowd cheering)
(in Spanish): 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!
(crowd cheering, booing)
("Yes Sir, I Can Boogie" by Baccara playing)
(singer vocalizing)
(cheering and booing continue)
♪ Mister ♪
♪ Your eyes are full of hesitation ♪
♪ I'm a sensation ♪
♪ You try me once, you'll beg for more ♪
♪ Oh, yes, sir ♪
♪ I can boogie ♪
♪ But I need a certain song ♪
♪ I can boogie, boogie-woogie ♪
♪ All night long. ♪
(song fades)
(cheering and booing continue)
Ready, Cassandro? Let me check you.
Gracias.
ANNOUNCER: And now, ladies and gentlemen...
(crowd cheering)
...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!
(upbeat music playing)
(crowd chanting "Santo!")
(music and chanting continue)
- (crowd cheering) - (music ends)
(shouting)
(cheering continues)
(crowd chattering, whistling)
(crowd cheering)
(crowd booing, shouting)
(crowd cheering)
Uno, dos...
(crowd chanting in Spanish)
Uno, dos...
(crowd cheering)
Let me go!
Let him go, motherfucker!
Saúl, let go!
EDUARDO: Santo! Santo! Santo!
(ears ringing)
(camera clicking rapidly)
EDUARDO (in English): Fucking exótico faggot.
♪ ♪
- (referee shouting) - (crowd cheering, booing)
- (speaks Spanish) - (crowd chanting in Spanish)
CROWD (chanting in Spanish): Faggot! Faggot!
(chanting continues)
(chanting stops)
(crowd murmuring, booing)
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
(shouting, booing)
(crowd gasps)
♪ ♪
(crowd chanting "Cassandro!")
(crowd cheering)
Come on, get him!
(crowd cheering)
(cheering continues)
♪ ♪
(crowd cheering)
♪ ♪
(shouting)
(cheering continues)
He carried me on his shoulders,
and everyone was screaming.
(chuckles softly)
(whimpers)
(sniffles)
♪ ♪
(vehicle approaches, pulls to stop)
(engine starts)
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.
(in English): We can talk because they think we're talking about El Santo,
so it's okay.
I think we have to be together.
I need you.
(in Spanish): Did he show you his scalp collection?
(laughs)
(in English): What?
(in Spanish): Santo. The scalps. Did you see them?
(in English): Okay, if you want to keep it a secret, we'll keep it a secret.
It's fine.
It's just that, you know...
you can come to my place now.
That way, she won't know.
I promise I won't tell anyone.
Never. Never.
It's our secret. Ours.
She knows.
She says she's taking the boys and leaving if it doesn't stop.
(in Spanish): Do you think he'll give you a rematch?
Yes. I think so.
That's what he said.
I don't know when, but yes.
What else did he show you?
SAÚL: Hmm.
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.
(Felipe chuckles)
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.
(chuckles)
See you around, stud.
- (lively chatter) - (music playing in Spanish)
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.
(lively big band music playing)
EXPERIENCES WITH THE SON OF SANTO
- (crowd cheering) - (music ends)
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.
- (crowd cheering) - (lively music playing)
- 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. - (crowd cheering)
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.
(crowd cheering)
I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for you.
Bravo.
Thank you, Cassandro!
(cheering continues)
♪ ♪
(crowd chattering in distance)
♪ ♪
(grunts softly)
(in English): When Sara told me you called, I didn't believe her.
I thought you never wanted to see me again.
I thought you were the one who didn't want to see me again.
People tell me you're really good.
I see your posters around town, even in my church.
Last week, I see you on a mural.
How was it like wrestling El Hijo del Santo?
You didn't see it?
I...
I didn't want to watch what happened to my little boy.
I needed you.
At a certain point in my life, I-I needed you.
But now I don't.
And it's okay.
Saúl...
Sometimes I think I didn't have a choice
about the person that I ended up being.
Neither did I.
♪ ♪
ANNOUNCER (in Spanish): It's my pleasure to introduce...
Cassandro...
- SABRINA (in English): You ready? - Yeah.
ANNOUNCER: ...el Exótico.
- (crowd cheering) - Yeah.
(shouting excitedly)
♪ ♪
(music fades)