Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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