...degrees in downtown Los Angeles right now.
Here with the traffic-
I've been waiting out there for 15 minutes.
-What? I thought you were stuck in traffic. - I thought you were running late.
-You got all the paperwork? -Yeah.
-You're not pissed off at me? I'm just doing my portion. - No, no.
- I know, I know. -You're my guy,Jerry. You're my guy.
Margolese Holdings, good morning. How may direct your call?
-Yes, he is. I'll put you through. - Hey, Estelle.
- ls that Nayman's little nephew?
- Yeah, that's Big Tom. - Big Tom. Sure, it is.
- How's it goin'there, Big Tom? - Hey, hey. Look.
-Shh. See? See?
-What are you scaring the kid for? -See?
- I-I was just-- - Did you get that fucking passport?
-Yes.
- I have issues. - Issues,Jerry.
lt burns my ass to write you a check every week. That's an issue.
I can explain what happened.
You say ""I can explain"" when it's a once in a blue moon thing.
- It's every time with you,Jerry. - lt's every fuckin' time.
And... I can certainly understand that perspective.
Uh, but l've been having some personal problems,
uh,with my life.
My girl friend, she's a great girl, but she has complaints.
I don't have complaints, but she has complaints. If you want to know the truth--
l can't even believe this, but we go to a group.
So, last week...
when you guys told me to pick up the thing at the thing,
well, Samantha says she needs the car to pick up somethings.
And, I don't have to tell you boys, I mean,things got heated, right?
And she hid them.
She hid them.
Oh,th-the keys. She hid them.
She--You know, and I couldn't get to the thing on time,
and it all got messed up, and I think that maybe--
maybe somethings aren't meant to happen.
Jerry,you're a fucking moron.
Here are your options. Number one, I roll you up to the neck in a carpet,
stuff you in the back of a sedan and light you on fire with gasoline.
- You with me?Choice one. -Yeah.
Number two. You like sex and travel?
Do you like to have sex? Do you like to travel?
You get on a flight to Mexico. All the ten-dollar hookers you can shake your stick at.
You pick up a pistol that belongs to Margolese.
- What's it gonna be? -Okay. Now, I was under the impression...
with Margolese getting out of jail and all,that the last job was my last job.
-Oh,you fucked up that job. -You fucked up that job,Jerry.
-Yeah.This job will be your last job. -Okay, but a trip right now--
He asked for you.You want me to call his cell block and let him know you can't go?
Because l'll call. l'd love to.
You're goin' on a fucking trip. The town's called San Miguel.
You look for a kid in a bar,the El Alamo.
This is a simple fuckingt ask. You write it down.
Roll up your sleeves, for Christ's sake.i
-Get involved! -Ow!
The kid's name is Beck. He's got this particular gun, and he's waiting on you.
- Beck. Gun. - When you find him,
bring him and the gun back Stateside to me--got it?
Last chance. I'm telling you,the last.
Even he's getting tired of your shit. He told me so.
l'll take care of it, Bernie.
Vaya con Dios, mother fucker. You're in coach.
Baby,what are you doing?
You said this was your last job,Jerry!
What do you want me to say? ""I'm sorry I can't facilitate that request.
The old lady wants me to quit. Fuck off."" Huh?
Yes! Something like that! Like exactly!
I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
You get on that plane, you will never, never, ever see me again.
You got me?We talked about this. l told you...
I wanted us to go to Las Vegas for me.
- Not you, no. Me. - Baby,you're over reacting. Okay?
Don't do that! Don't you do that! Don't diminish my needs!
Sweet heart, I don't have a choice. I gotta go.
-l go down there. l come right back. - ""I, I, I, I, I!""
- I wonder what the group would have to say about that. - No!
You cannot use that against me! We are not even technically married yet, but I go, don't I?
Yes. The whole group thinks we're married.
I accepted the potato slicer graciously for our anniversary.
Right, sweets? I go along.
That's it.That is it. You--You--You go along!
You don't want to get married to me, and this is the way that you're dealing with it.i
Huh?You're back to the same old selfish,
self-involved,vile,
- disgustingself. -Oh, God.You are--
You're missing the grand design here.i lfl don't go, l'm dead.
Yeah.And it's a little difficult to carry on a relationship...
if l'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde.
- Now, if anyone-- anyone is being selfish-- -Oh! Now you blame-shift?
-You are blame-shifting? -Stop the analyzing!
- Screeching I'm calling a time-out! -Ah!
- Muttering - Muttering
All right.
Jerry, I want you to acknowledge...
that my needs mean nothing to you and you are a selfish prick and a liar.
-Oh, my God! -Jerry, acknowledge.
I--Okay.
I will acknowledge that I promised I would go to Vegas with you.
But now we're just slightly delayed.
If you want to construe my wanting to stay alive as being selfish,
well, then, okay.
But I have every intention of going with you,
because your needs are very important to me, sweetheart.
Come on.
Look at all my stuff here, all over the pavement.
Come on, baby. Huh?
What do you say?
Okay?
I'm going with or without you,Jerry.
What's it gonna be?
-A bastard! -A bastard.
What happened to, uh, ""sweetheart"" and ""big love""...
and all those things you called me in the bedroom last night?
The only thing that I am interested in calling you, Jerry, is a cab!
Excuse me, speak English? English? Excuse me. You speak English?
- Speaking Spanish -What?
- Imitating Car Rewing -All set, Mr.Welbach.
If you go to the front there, a shuttle will pick you up and take you to your car.
Hey,what kind of car is it exactly?
It's a Chrysler. Brand-new, sir.
Is there a problem, Mr.Welbach?
You know, it's my first trip to Mexico, and,well, a Chrysler?
l mean, l drive a Chrysler in America.
Now, I was thinking maybe you might have something a little more authentic, a little more--
- Mexican? -Yeah,yeah.You know. Get into the spirit.
- Chuckles Your first time? - Yeah.
Wow. Exciting. Spanish
Huh?
Spanish
Yeah, Speedy Gonzales.
Let's see what we can do for you.
Oh, I think I have just the thing.
How would you like an El Camino?
Ooh. I like that. That's good.Yeah.
Speaking Spanish Raoul!
Spanish
No, no, no, no, no.
Uno, dos,tres. Manuel.
Engine Rewing
Yeah, man. El Camino.
El Camino El Camino
Woman Speaking Spanish
Humming
In my El Camino
Shouting In Spanish
Shouting, Cheering
Fucker.
Bullets Fall
Clatter
You are in the wrong place,America.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
What you want here?
Uh,tequila.
I asked because no one like you...
comes to this place.
It's death,this town.
Only farmers and bandidos.
And I don't see a hoe.
You a bandido, America?
Uh, no. Uh, actually I'm looking for a Senor Beck.
Senor Beck?
Right.
Okay?
-You Beck? - Men Cheer
- I know who you are. -Good.That'll make things easier.
-Whoa,whoa,whoa! -Beck]Tranquilo.
Beck Speaking Spanish]
-We cool? -You're all the same.
Prepared.
This ain't America. You want a drink?
-Yeah, all right. -Sit down.
Uh, is somebody using this chair?
So I guess you want to see it, right?
-Yeah. - You want to see it, don't you?
Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.
Hey.
You know what? Come with me.
- Clatter -Sorry. Sorry.
This is what they call the Mexican.
Wow.Yeah. That's pretty.
Are you shitting me? Yeah, it's pretty.
-Can I? - Uh-huh.
It was made for a wealthy land owner, a nobleman,
by a poor Mexican gunsmith.
He fashioned this gun as a gift to go along with the hopes that the nobleman's son...
would take his only daughter's hand in marriage.
Spanish]
The towns people waited three months to catch the first glimpse of the pistol.
Finally the day had come. No one had ever laid eyes on a more beautiful gun.
lt was everything they thought it would be.
Some even thought it was too beautiful to look at.
lt was considered to be an honor and good luck...
to be the first hand that fires a newly fashioned gun-
especially one as beautiful as this,
made for the hand of a nobleman.
The towns man was in a trance at the gun's flawless craftsmanship.
lt back fired, killing him instantly.
Church Bell Tolling]
Legend has it that it's been cursed ever since.
But it hasn't harmed me any though,you know.
l just- l love to look at it.
Whispers Let me show you something. Look att hat.There's a bullet in there.
Handmade. Hand-fucking-made.
You don't even want to know what this gun is worth.
Guns Firing
Shouting In Spanish
We could sell that gun, man.
-Urinating] -lt's a great fucking gun.
And l'm not just talking shit either.
You don't have to be a-- Fuck.
l've been pissin' on myself. Fuck.
Anyway,the old man is nothing to be afraid of.
As a matter of fact, uh, just last week I told him to fuck off.
-Yeah,you did. - That's what l said too. i
l said, "Fuckoff, Margolese, you old pruneshit-ass.i"lf you-
Firecrackers Exploding]
Come on,fella. Get up. Huh?
Man,you're soaked in your own urine. Don't make me carry you.
Hey!Ah, this is my life.
All right.
Yeah, baby. I got the touch.
- Moans -Oh!
Buddy,you whacked your noggin!
Hey.
Oh,f--
Ooh.
Hey, man. Hey.
Oh, shit!
Guns Firing
-Bullets Ricocheting] -Stop that! Stop!
Christ!
I found the gun.
Man All right. It's in your possession?
As we speak. But, like I said,there's, uh--
-There's a little problem. - What, what? You lost the kid?
He's a souse. Go to another bar, you'll find him.
The kid's dead,Ted. Ted, are you hearing me?
Yeah. I-I heard you.
How?
Bad luck, act of God, the fuck if I know.
There's all these maniacs shooting god damn guns up in to the sky.
It's Independence Day or something.The kid got tagged by one on its way down.
Right in the fuckin' head. I mean--
He's dead! The kid's dead.
The little fucker's in my car right now, dead.
Geez,Jerry,that's not a little problem.
-That's a big problem. - I know.
Jerry,that little fucker is Margolese's grandson.
What!What?
Aw, geez,you really fucked it this time.
What the fuck did I have to do with it? One minute he's pissin' himself,
the next he's got a mouth full of concrete.
Don't even move, okay? I'm gonna get on the phone to the office right now.
We'll get me on a plane. I'll get down there and help you straighten shit out.
Ted,you've gotta get word to the old man. I didn't know who he was.
-Okay.Just sit tight,Jerry. - Voice Breaking Up
- Hello? -Ted? Hello?
-Fireworks Exploding] -Car Engine Starting]
Wait!Wait!
Oh, no!
Excuse me, Bernie.
There is an issue. It's that fuckin' Welbach.
Radio] You keep sayin' you got somethin' for me
Something you call love But confess
You've been a-messin' where you shouldn't been a-messin'
MallP.A.] And now someone else is gettin'all your best
- These boots are made for walkin' - Slurping
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin' when you ought to be truthin'
- Slurping -And you keep losin' when you ought to not bet
- Slurping - Slurping
You keep sayin' when you ought to be a-changin'
Now what's right is right
But you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna
Walk all over you
- Yeah - Slurps
Faintly] You keep lyin' when you ought to be truthin'
You keep losin' when you ought to not bet
You keep sayin' when you ought to be a-changin'
Now what's right is right
But you ain't been right yet
- These boots are- - Flushing
One of these days these boots are gonna
Muffled Screaming
You need to know straight out, I don't stand for any mother fuckin' shit.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-mm.
No shit at all.
Understand,this is what you're gonna do.
-You're gonna stop crying. - Crying
And you're gonna walk out of here with me.
Can you feel me, Sam?
- Mmm. -Good.
Door Opens]
-l just found me a brand-new box of matches -Shh.
Whispers Stay.
What he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots
Now, Sam, as I was saying--
-Start walkin' - Silenced Gunshots
Screams
No! No, please! Please don't hurt me!
Help me! Help me! Screaming
Please. Please.
-Please,please,please.i -Where's your car?
-Where's your fucking car? -There!
Tires Screeching
-Are you hurt? - No.
Yes. I don't know.
Screams Truck,truck,truck!
Um, um-- Sir?
-Can you-- Can you stop the car? Please. -Why?
- I'm gonna be sick. -Just open up--
I'm not good in cars.
- Tires Squealing - Truck Horn Honking
She told me, ""Don't go. I don't want you on that highway alone, by yourself.""
I said, ""It'll be fine, Mom. It will be okay."" But it's not, is it?
- I'm dead. -Well,you're not dead.
You would have been dead if I hadn't saved your life.
Would you rather it was you back there?
l didn't think so.
Are you gonna kill me?
Depends on too many variables to answer right now.
Are you gonna rape me?
That's not likely, no.
Well, geez, what do you want?
I suspect the same thing as that guy back there.
The pistol.
The pistol that Jerry's havin' a hard time coming back from Mexico with all of a sudden.
-Jerry? - I work for Bernie Nayman,
who works for Arnold Margolese.
-Now, you heard of these people. -Yeah, I've heard of them.
-Then you know your husband Jerry works for them. - No.
-Well, he does. - I know the selfish, no-good, prick liar works for them.
He isn't my husband.
Well,whatever he is to you, Jerry is in the shit books.
When you're as deep in the shit as Jerry is,you get a little skittish about your future.
Clouds your judgement.
There's a lot of people interested in that gun.
So what we got here is ""he who controls the girl...
controls the pistol"" sort of a situation.
I am a hostage?
You blew that guy to pieces for a fucking gun?
This is so Jerry. All right, look.
Sit down. Sit down.
Um--
Uh, uh--
Clears Throat Look.
Jerry and l broke up, so if he's doing-
I don't know what he's doing 'cause it's got nothing to do with me.Zero, nothing.
You seem like a very nice girl.
Thank you.
But it's a fact: In these life-threatening situations...
human beings... lie.
So you are gonna kill me.
All right, look. Sighs
If every thing turns out fine and Jerry comes through without this all getting funky,
I don't think that'll happen.
He brings me the pistol, I give you to him.
I'm just here to regulate funkiness. Okay?
Go on.
Great.
Braying
Hyah, hyah. Hyah!
Come on, buddy. Come on. Okay? Just you and me.Yeah.
Go!
Go. Oh! You're such an ass.
What are you-- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean-- - Braying
Fuck!
Panting
Horn Honks]
Hey!
- Speaking Spanish -Buenas noches.
-Buenas nachos. - Um, I need a lift to the next town in your truck.
Spanish
I need a ride... in your automobile to the next town.
I can't pay you. I have no money. No dinero.
- De Niro? -Si. None.
Robert De Niro?
Robert De Niro. Laughs
Yeah. Uh, I need a lift...
in your "el truck-o, "
to the next ""town-o.""
- Uh, ""village-o."" Uh, uh,pueblo. -Ay,pueblo.
-Yeah, si.i -Al otro pueblo. Okay.
-Yes? -Senor De Niro.
Self-winding, man. You never have to wind it. lt's very fine.
Yeah. Shake like-- Perpetual calendar.
lt's good.
Is this even gonna run?
Yeah?
- Hey, buddy. Is that your ball? - Snarls, Barks
Shit. Hey. Hey, man.
You gota rabid dog back here.
Go. Go!
- Barking -Go. Out.
Whistles
You gotta do something about this dog.
Woman On Answering Machine I have a collect call for Samantha from Jerry Welbach.
-There's no one there, sir. - Jerry Give it a second. She's there.
Sam, pick up the phone. Sam? Samsonite?
Baby, please don't do this.
- I'm sorry, sir. Please try again. - No! No, no, no, no!
Just give it a second. She'sthere--
What are you doing?
-Gonna make a phone call. -To whom?
To Jerry.
You're gonna tell him that Leroy is with you, and then you're gonna hang up.
- Leroy? -Yeah. Leroy,that's right.
Then you're gonna hang up. Simple.
That's it?
It's enough. Believe me.
You gonna make the call, or do I have to make you? 'Cause I will.
- No. I'll call. -Good.
Dial it.
Okay.What's the number?
You have the number.
I don't know where he is. He's in Mexico. You should have the number.
What are you tellin' me? You don't have a number, a motel, hotel, nothing?
What's the matter, don't you listen? We broke up. No longer together.
Why would l have the number?
-Receiver Slams] -Coins Clatter]
I'm sensing you have trust issues.
You got one minute.
I'm a professional. I do this for a living.
Goody for you.
-Radio Playing] -You're wasting your time.
You're nobody
- Till somebody loves you - I think I believe you.
You're nobody
Till somebody cares
What's in Vegas?
Continues]
Uh,well,
I'm gonna be a waitress, then make a career as a croupier.
They can make a hundred thousand dollars a year, but you have to have the hands...
which I do.
I got them from my Grandma Vega, which is a good thing,
'cause my Granny Barzel, she had hands like a circus midget.
How come you can't live with Jerry?
Do you know Jerry?
Jerry has trouble expressing his feelings.
He had a really fucked-up childhood. His mom is nuts.
One of those people who thinks the iron is always on.
Don't you love him?
I think that's the problem. We love each other too much.
But he'sjust-- He's so selfish.
And it's like we've been living his life forever.
He'd tell you a different story altogether, but I give and I give, and he just keeps taking.
Our counselor totally agrees with me, by the way. Chuckles
I don't put much stock in those weird counselor types.
All they do is sit around in bare feet and smoke joints.
Maybe that's true, but it doesn't change the fact that Jerry's a taker and I'm a giver.
lt's obvious.
You know, a lot of people are under the impression that you get to choose who you love.
Laughs I'm sorry, are you--
Are you taking his side?You're a man. Of course you are.
- You're taking his side. -You love him.
You said so yourself.
-lt's all that matters. - You're nobody
Till somebody loves you
You're a very sensitive person for a cold blooded killer.
-So find yourself somebody -Thank you, Sam.
To love
Shit.
Get. Get out. Out.
Look,you gotta get out.
Get out!
Muttering
Engine Rewing
Go!
Truck Horn Blaring
All Shouting
Shouting In Spanish
Hola, shithead!Where's my stuff?. Where's my stuff?.
Get back! Where's my stuff?.
- Pistol. Pistolero. Get back. -Pistola.
- Spanish -Getback.i
Stay calm. Get back, get back!
Don't move.What the fuck? Give me those.
Back! Back, back.
Get in the car. Get in! Okay.
Is that my-- Is that my jacket?
Put it in the car.i What is wrong with you people?
Get back.
Whistles
-Sam] You don't have to be in here. - Well, l go by track record.
-Besides, l don't hear any tinkle, tinkle. -Stage fright.
Look around, there's not even a window.
So what's with this ""we've been livin' his life forever"" thing?
A figure of speech. l didn't mean it literally.
Jerry's been working for Margolese for five years less a day.
lt just feels lifelong.
-Sounds like jail terms. -lt is.
Arnold Margolese is in jail because Jerry put him there.
Jerry ratted out Arnold Margolese?
No.Jerry was coming across Ventura. You know, over there by Laurel Canyon.
-Yeah. - He wasn't paying attention, ran a red light,
smashed into Margolese's Cadillac.
When the cops came, Margolese got busted because he had a person in the trunk.
-That's how Margolese got to jail? - Mm-hmm.
- Live person or dead person? - Live person.
Huh.What's the big deal,then?
He probably wasn't gonna stay that way.
He was taped up in a trunk for a reason,wasn't he?
God, I would think this was right up your alley, Swifty.
- He saw something. -Well,whatever it was this guy saw...
or was going to say to the cops, he got the chance.
And since it was technically Jerry's fault, Margolese had him work off the jail time.
- Chuckles -You see, my whole relationship has been hijacked...
because he doesn't pay attention when he drives.
I-- I can't go with you in here.
Urinating
Man We didn't think we were getting a dead man with the car.
I got no use for a dead gringo. Take a left.
Snarling
Go on.
If you're going to kill me, at least you owe me the right to know...
who it is that's going to send me to God.
Tell me!
Look, I'm not gonna kill ya.
But I am gonna have to shoot you.
But why, sir? Why?
Why? Why? Because you stole from me,
and you know about the pistol and you're just gonna steal again.
And l can't have you coming backin this situation like a flyin theointment.
No! I won't be a fly! You'll never see me again.
Look,you're gettin' shot, and that's it. It'll take you time to get to the next town,
-especially if you're limping. -Wait,wait. Limping?
Can't you just tie me up some more? I mean,fuck!You shoot me?Tie me!
Yeah. I don't have a rope.
So you shoot me?
It's the merican way.
Where do you want it?
-Okay. - No, not the leg!There's arteries.
I could bleed to death in mere seconds.
The foot,then.
Look,that's fair where I come from. Okay? It'll hurt, but it'll heal.
What if you take off a fucking toe!
Wait,wait,wait. Not the left.
Sorry. On the count of three.
-One. - Screams
Look, I'm agreeing with you. But there's a few ways to look at it.
Now, sex is, no matter what anybody says,
a very important part of any relationship.
The fact that Jerry is a considerate lover says a lot.
-You lost me. -Well, he's a considerate lover.
You just gotta find a way to get him to expand this quality he has during sex...
to other areas of your relationship.
I mean, even if it only comes out in sex, it's there just the same.
That's a good point.
If a person's a considerate lover, he can't be all selfish, right?
Unless of course he's--
-he's, uh, being a considerate- -What was that?
What?
That.That moment you had.
What moment?
Leroy,you just checked out that guy and had a moment.
That was a... moment.
I don't know if it was a moment.
Whispers Are you gay?
-As in ""happy""? -As in homosexual.
What does my sexual orientation have to do with anything we've been talking about?
Nothing. Clears Throat Nothing.
Except something that you said back there really bugged me,
and this would kind of help it make sense.
Yeah? What's that?
I asked if you were gonna rape me, and you said, ""Not likely.""
You said it so matter-of-fact, like I was repulsive...
and it was ludicrous to think that I was actually at risk of you wanting to have sex with me.
First of all, it's a crime of anger, not attraction.
And second of all,you're not repulsive. You're very beautiful.
Thank you.
-You want me to rape ya? -Are you gay?
-You want me to rape ya? -You're gay.
Laughs You're gay. I knew it!
Oh, I so knew it. Ijust knew it. What a relief.
What do you want, a medal? You want a little trinket saying you identified a homosexual?
No.
Are you full throttle?
Chuckles Full throttle?
Yeah, I guess I am.
Oh. I'm not-- I mean--
I'm not trying to be a smart-ass or any thing like that.
I just-- I just think that this is great.
Wow. This is-
This is... major, okay?
- I know the kind of people in your business. Okay? - Yeah?
And to me, it seems that,
well, being gay isn't really...
conducive to the environment.
Oh. Like I should be an interior decorator. That's insulting.
-l am very good at what l do. - Do you have a boy friend?
No, I don't.
Unfortunately, I seem to be unable to keep...
relation ships together.
Seems like everybody's having trouble keeping relationships together.
Phone Ringing]
It's ringing, senor.
Thank you for that.
No, no, no. No necesario.
Really?
That's so kind. You have no idea what I've--
- On Phone Hi,this is Ted. Leave a message. -Thank you. Gracias, man.
If this is my guy in need, I'm on my way. Find your way to the Hotel de la Plaza.
Wait for me there. Okay? Sit tight.
Okay, okay. Forget aeropuerto.
Uh, Hotel de la Plaza.
Dog Barking]
- Muttering In Spanish -Hola.
- Is this your dog? -Sort of.
Came along for the ride.
He does have a personality, and that certainly counts.
- He's a good guy. - Is this your car?
It's a rental. I'm an American.
- No shit? Really? - Yeah. Yeah.
Well, I am Mexican.
Cool.
Do you have a passport?
Jerry ""Well-batch,"" Los Angeles, U.S.A.
Welbach. Well-batch.
Can I ask you a question,Jerry?
How long have you been here in Mexico?
A few days. Pleasure.
I see. Pleasure, huh?
-Yeah. - I see. Can you tell me,
uh,what happened here?
That's not accurate, l'm afraid.
The gunsmith did craft this pistol for a prospective husband,
and he was a nobleman's son,true.
But the motif was darker, my friend.
lt's cursed, this gun.
Spanish]
The key to this tale involves the gunsmith's assistant,
a poor, but honorable young man in blinding love...
with the gunsmith's daughter.
For months at a time, the assistant took to the mines,
gathering the precious metal...
that would yield the most beautiful gun that ever existed,
only to discover that what he hoped would bea wedding gift for him,
was for another.
The gunsmith insisted his daughter marry the nobleman's son, forbidding their love.
So, angered in his bitter pain, the assistant cursed the gun,
vowing the creation would never prevail.
But the gunsmith was racing against time.
He had promised a pistol of unparalleled craftsmanship,
the nobleman's do wry hanging in the balance.
He worked day and night to correct the pistol's problems.
Bullet Ricocheting]
Church Bell Tolling]
This gun never worked properly.
Some say its very creation ended the gunsmith's life.
Well, my friend,you're free to go, but without the gun.
This gun doesn't belong to you or to your boss.
Now it belongs to me.
Man Yeah,Vegas. It can be tough that way.
-Samantha]Expensive? -Man]Yeah, emotionally.
Let's just say that l had a serious relationship problem.
Oh.You fit right in here.
What do you do now, Frank?
Now, I am... a postman.
Get out of here.
-That's so rigid. -Swear to God. No, come on.
-There's a seedy under belly to the postal service. - Is that the key to it?
And that's the key.
You have no ide a how many small, unmarked brownpaper packages l deliver.
-What, porno? -Yeah, daily.
Like what?
Videos, blow-up dolls, dildos, pocket pussies.
- Don't leave nothing out. -Oh,yeah? Hmm.
But,you know, even with all that dirty excitement at my fingertips,
I still have to take off once a year.
So I just walk out the front door and I know I'm going to Vegas.
l just don't know how.
All I've got is my wallet and an attitude.
I don't know, it keeps me sane.
Afterall, guns don't kill people.
Postal workers do.
Muttering In Spanish
Okay,you're all set, Mr. Shurker.
If you go to the front there, a shuttle will take you to your car.
What kind of car is it exactly?
It's a Chrysler, sir, brand-new.
-You wouldn't happen to have something a little more-- - Raoul!
Yeah, man!
Yeah. Never fear, Teddy's here.
How are you?
Whistles
Speaking Spanish
Come on,Jerry. The Mexican thief, the dirty cop?
I mean,the word is out. It's a big-ticket item.
A lot of fucking people are interested in that gun.
No fucking way. Is that what they think?
That I'm selling them out?
I don't know,Jerry. Maybe they think you're scared and might do the wrong thing.
- Ted. -You know, I don't know.
- I'm just doing my god damn portion here. -Yeah, and what is that?
To find out what's going on, assess the damage, try to calm you down,
help find the pistol, get us home.
I tell you something, I get on that plane, pistol or not,
that'll be the last fucking flight I ever take.
-Oh, come on,Jerry. - ""Come on,Jerry?"" You know it.
- I know what I'm supposed to know. -Just doing your fucking part.
- I know what I'm supposed to know! -You hear yourself.
You sound like fucking Schultz from Hogan's Heroes.
- German Accent I know nothing! -God damn it,Jerry!
I'm not crazy about Nayman running things any more than you are.
But I got a few years on you, and I'm telling you,the thing to do is keep your nose clean,
- look straight ahead and do what you're told. -Oh, God.
That's why I'm 17 months of payments away from Boca Raton. 'Cause I do my fuckin' portions.
Now, I don't care how you look at it.
The first step out of this is to get the pistol back.
I never took a pay off in my life.
Jerry, look. I know where your loyalties lie.
But the kid's dead. The pistol's gone.
I mean,you can see how it looks, right?
Come on,Jerry.
You're my guy.
Phone Ringing]
Ringing Continues]
Beeps
"Safety Dance"]
We can dance if we want to
We've got all your life and mine
Just as long as we abuse it Never gonna lose it
Everything will work out right
l say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave you friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine
l say, we can dance We can dance Everything's out of control
We can dance We can dance
They're doing it from pole to pole
We can dance We can dance Everybody look at your hands
- Stops - Not the safest dance.
Clears Throat
I'm not going anywhere.
We are in the city where l'm going to be living.
Whispers Go.
What's wrong? Huh?
Sighs
You know when you're in a bad relationship and you separate?
All of a sudden, everywhere you look there's love and possibility.
I'm worried about Jerry.
All right, don't worry.
I'm gonna call Nayman in the morning. I'm gonna check in on everything.
You want me to stay?
I want you to go.
You`re sure?
I really want you to go.
Handcuffs Locking]
Snoring]
Ted] l couldn't sleep all night.
Yeah. No, he said he followed the cop to the pawnshop.
He's taking me over there after breakfast.
We're booked on the 7:00, i fall goes well.