Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He uses it on his victims.
We'II see...
He's wearing black. Find him!
I lost my guitam, my hand and hem.
His name is...Moco.
- Dressed in black, guitar case? - No.
- From who? - Mauricio.
Take it.
I planned to follow theim footsteps to the end. Die with my guitam.
a mobile phone and the protection that prison offers.
And stole my girl!
A motorcycle.
PIay!
No love, no luck.
This town was my next stop.
I was beginning to mealise this town had no luck.
Ask your friend to tell Moco that there's two of us.
- Boyfriend? - No.
I'II be up Iater. Then we'II call a friend of mine.
Dead? AII of them?
Hurry up!
I've never asked you for anything until now. Let him go.
What happened to the days when guitamists weme gods?