The room went cold. Marquez's hand moved to his jacket.
"I remember now," Barrillo chuckled, but his eyes were wild. "The crying guitarist. You're more pathetic in person."
"She was the one you shot in the plaza. You said she was a mistake." Erase una Vez en Mexico
"Because you're already dead inside," Sands smiled. "That makes you invisible."
"Why me?"
The Mariachi turned slowly. "You killed Carolina."
The Mariachi set down his instrument. He reached out and touched the boy's face, feeling the shape of his determination. The room went cold
Barrillo's smile vanished. "Many women, musician."