No, now wait-- No-- No,you wait a minute, Nayman.
Now what do you gotta go and say that for?
Well, now or later?
How could l misinterpret?
No, Bernie. You didn't send the wrong guy. l'm handling things.
But l never signed up for that.
Listen, l promise you, when l tell him it will make a difference.
Bye.
Toilet Flushing]
Hey, sweets. I keep calling and, uh, I haven't heard a word from you.
I'm starting to wonder.
I know you're angry with me, but, uh,
you know, ""Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.""
Okay?
I think she actually went to Vegas.
I keep telling you,Jerry, these women are problems,you know.
You should try to be like me. I answer to myself.
No hassles, nobody ridin' my ass like a god damn horse in a saddle. Free.
Ted,you keep yourself closed off...
so you have no shot at meeting the right woman
Any woman can be the right woman if the numbers work and you're willing.
No way. Not me.
You settle.You open yourself up. You become vulnerable.
What's this sudden insight in to my relationship?
Okay, look,Jerry. She is in Vegas.
-What? - Hey, shit falls down,you know?
- ""Shit falls down."" - Margolese called Nayman all pissed off...
that you were fucking this up, told him to put somebody on Sam to keep an eye.
- In case-- - ""In case?""
In case I get any funny ideas. And you're just telling me this now?
- Don't break my balls. There's other things to consider. - Like what?
Like that gun is worth a lot of money. People know you have it. Sam could be in danger.
No shit. Who did they put on her?
-You don't know him, but it's safe to say you know of him. -Who?
- It's that fucking psycho Leroy from Minnesota. - Leroy!
Nayman had to do it,Jerry. It was an order. Margolese would know if he didn't.
Wait.
They're just trying to scare me.
Well,that would sure do it for me.
We've all heard the kidney story,Jerry.
Nayman wants us on that 7:00 flight to Vegas, pistol in tow,
no ifs, ands or buts.
They'll meet us at the airport, and then this Leroy guy will take the pistol to Margolese.
Yeah.
Turns Faucet On]
I had to borrow--
Do you mind?
Sleep well?
Yeah.And you?
Who's Winston?
Somebody I don't like very much.
You can have that removed, you know?
Yeah, maybe I will someday.
Toilet Flushing]
You wanna get some breakfast?
Rock And Roll]
Why can't we be friends
l've seen you 'round for along, long time
l really remembered you when you drank my wine
Why can't we be friends
l seen you walking down in Chinatown
-Shower Running] -l called you but you could not look around
Why can't we be friends
At first, I thought this guy is all right.
And then I'm thinking he's more than all right, he's terrific.
But there's no way he's gonna feel the same way about me.
Then I find out he does.
Then l'm thinking...
what happens when he finds out what I do...
and who I am and what I've done?
So, who am l kidding, right? Let's get serious.
What are you gonna do about it?
Sighs That's the thing. I didn't have to do anything.
It happened absent of my will to consciously make it happen.
Oh, really?
I was a little drunk last night.
I took my gun and I put it up in the towels in the bathroom,you know.
And he found it.
And he said, ""The past doesn't matter.
It's the future that counts.""
Leroy.
See, life can change.
People can change.
I haven't cried in 12 years.
What are you lookin' at?
Don't look at me like that. You're makin' it worse.
What are you, Barbara Walters? Sniffles
It's just beautiful.
Let's talk about somethin' else.
-What do you wanna talk about? -Anything.Anything else.
Anything.Whatever.
What was it over, the last time you cried?
Let's talk about that.
Oh,yeah, that'll bring the sun right out.
Ted I heard it was this guy Leroy's mother. That's what I heard.
Okay,that's what we call ""bullshit.""
If I told one guy at the next convention...
that you kept your mother cut up in the freezer for five years,
you'd have a reputation too.
Factor not, it makes no difference.
Jesus, Ted, you can't be so naive, man.
-The guy's a star. -Oh, myGod.
What are you so worried about then if you think he's all blow hard and bullshit?
I met Leroy once, in Minnesota. It was for all of two seconds.
I shook his hand. He seemed like a nice enough guy.
Whether or not he lives up to this pumped-up legend of a psychotic is beside the point.
And if he does sit naked in his garage soaking in gasoline lighting matches, I don't care.
What concerns me is he was hired in the first place.
-Are you with me? -Geez,Jerry,you really met him?
Oh, my God!
Hey, old Ted is not gonna let anything happen, okay,Jerry? I'm here.
Thanks, Ted. l feel perfectly safe.
Bell On Door Jingling]
-Hola. - I no fuck around. Comprende?
Gun. Gun. Loaded. Bang, bang.You, dead.
Do you have a speech impediment?
-Give me the fuckin' gun.The pistol. -The pistol?
-You know what I'm talkin' about. Let's go! -The pistol?
Okay, all right. What's your name?
-Joe. -Joe.
Just do like the man says. We'll be out of here before you know it.
- The pistol, please. -Okay.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
I got it.
Come on. Go.
Got it.
Just have a seat right here, amigo.
Geez!Jerry, have you lost your mind?
What were you talking about on the phone?
-Jerry,will you put the gun away? -Was it to off me?
Is that what you two were discussing,to off me?
-Jerry, I would never-- -Go ahead, deny it. Go ahead.
-Go ahead! -Okay, Okay.
Jerry,that's what he said.
So you were lying to me when you said that I would walk away from this.
- No,Jerry,that's what he said. -Then you're lying now about him telling to off me.
-Which is it? - No, no. Nayman told me to do it,Jerry, but--
-But?But? - But--
But you're just doing your portion.
Isn't that how it works,Ted?
Seventeen portions left for Boca-- Boca Raton. Right?
I wouldn't do that portion. Come on, I swear!
On one hand,they tell you to bring me in. On the other hand, they tell you to take me out.
Why are you being told two contradicting things?
- You don't ask a question? - I-Ijust-- I-- I don't know.
-You don't think that's a little weird? -Yeah, it's-- it'sweird.
Right! Because something's going on. What is it?
Exactly.You don't know, 'cause you're just doing your fucking part.
Well, I'm not going down because you don't know!
See my predicament?
You're my guy,Ted.
Hand cuffs Locking]
You're my guy,Jerry.
Gunshot-type Noises]
Siren Wailing
Hold on.What happened here?
Someone killed themselves. Swan dive, right off the balcony.
Come on.
Just stay back.
Go.
Thank you very much. Sorry to have disturbed you.
Man Hotel security.
Sobs]
No.
Please, no.
No. No.
Leroy]Coming.
Hello, sir. Sorry to intrude.
Afraid there's been a terrible incident.Are all parties in your room accounted for?
Yeah.Yeah. Just me and my wife. Honey!
No, no, that's okay, sir. Thank you very much.
-What happened? -Sorry to have disturbed you.
Is everything all right?
Leroy.
Pack your shit.
- Grunts -Shh, shh.
Psst.
You're a stupid motherfucker, you know that?
You're well dressed, I'll give you that, but stupid.
Groans
Wear Kevlar? Huh?
- Screams -Yeah.
Leroy.
Please don't do this. Please.
Oh,you think I should listen to her? Huh?
- What do you think? - Gasps
Huh?
Wanna know what I think?
Kevlar is for pussies.
-Labored Breathing] -This is for Frank.
Woman Speaking Spanish Over P.A.]
- My bag will make the flight, right? -They'll run it down there.
- I just need to see your passport. -Yeah.
- I'm afraid there's been a mistake. - What?
No! No!
Mr. Shurker most probably has yours.
Leroy]l told you in the beginning, if Jerry comes through...
and nothing gets funky, everything will be allright.
- Well, shit got funky. -Why isn't he here? Why? Why?
Why don't you give me a second? I'm trying to get the fucking story here, all right?
Just take it easy and stop acting like a kidnapped chick on a carton of milk.
Hmm.Yeah.
You're right. This is an offer for the gun.
Yeah. I can see how this looks.
I've just been trying to get some,you know, better numbers together.
You have no intention of giving the gun to Margolese, do you, Bernie?
Look, Bobby.You know, I know that you're loyal.
Andt hat's good. l mean, nobody's debating that.
Let me ask you.
In your skulking around, going through private things in other people's offices,
did you manage to discover that he's shutting us down?
That's right. You, me, everybody.
I don't-- I don't understand.
You didn't get the memo, the severance package,the bonus?
-No? - No. Nothing.
Yeah, me neither. Difference between you and me is I know when I'm being fucked...
and you don't, 'cause you're standing on the wrong fucking line.
Let me help you get on the right side of the line...
and do for you what he should've done, Bobby.
He's changed in prison.
I'm telling you, something's changed him.
- He's not the same guy. -Door Opens]
They're still holding. What do you want me to tell 'em?
Can I count on your cooperation?
Yeah,yeah, Bobby. I'm here.Yeah.
Yeah,that's his hotel.
Yeah, all right. Sure.
-What? - Plan B is now in effect.
I hope you don't get air sick.
Muttering
Get in the car.
- Hola, hola, senor. -Hola, Senor Welbach.
Yeah. Hasthe U.S. Consulate, have they called backyet?
- No, sir, not yet. -Well, look.
This is a muy, muy, muy important call. I've lost my passport, okay?
So I'll be sitting right over there. I'm not gonna move.
Senor Welbach, you see that man over there?
Jerry]Yeah.
-That's Mr. Williamson. -So?
He's been waiting for that very same call.
Really? What, the whole morning?
-Since March, senor. -Oh, come on.
Phone Ringing]
-Chuckling] - Hotel de la Plaza.
-Boisterous Laughter] -Yes, as a matter of fact he's right here.
Senor, it's for you.
Oh. Oh. Hey.Yes, hello?
You bastard. ""Hello?"" Like, ""Hello, my life is great. Everything is fine.
-Sam? - La, la, la."" I thought you could be dead.
I've been worried sick, and you answer the phone, ""Hello,""
like you're confirming a room service order.
Sam? Sam?
I'm done with Mr.Jerry Welbach. Mr. ""Hi."" No, no.
- Leroy Ask about the gun. - Is-- Is that Leroy?
- Did he fucking touch you? - Do you have any idea...
what I have been through these last few days, hmm?
Whatever you've been through, multiply it by a thousand times.
-You'll have some vague conception of where I'm at. -Oh, oh, oh!
- Isn't that typical,Jerry? It's all a competition! -Shh, shh.
-Titfortat,tatfortit! -Stop yelling,for Christ's sake!
How are you?Are you okay? Are you all right?
-Where are you? -Toluca Airport,Jerry.
And things are shitty-- really shitty!
Tell him if he shows up with the pistol, everything will be all right.
He doesn't care about that. Only cares about himself. It's the same thing with him.
Why are you airing personal matters with complete strangers?
Oh, letme see. Uh, I don't think that you really classify...
someone who you just perpetrated a killing with a complete fucking stranger!
And let me tell you something. I can't find my Kotex cards...
-or my credit pads! -Sam, what did you say?
-All right,Jerry,just settle down. - Hey! What'd you do to her?
Jerry, just settle down. Okay?
-Yeah. -We had a slight situation, but it should occur to you...
that I'm a professional and I know what I'm doing.
-So why don't we all just chill out a minute here? -Woman Speaking Over P.A.]
- Now first of all,what happened? Did you get lost? -Yeah,five fucking years ago.
-What did you-- I can't hear you. - No, nothing. Nothing.
Nothing. I hope you have something.
Yeah, well you just-- You don't--
Just make sure you return her with all ten toes.You hear me?
- I understand. I understand. - Huh?
Just come down here, pick us up. We'll square things away.
You gota very special woman here,Jerry.
- But we all know how you can get, right? - Chuckles
-So, let's not have any of that. -What?
This is a time for selflessness.
-What?Wha-- - Dial Tone Humming
You all right?
Stupid gun.
Out!
Leroy I have to ask you a question.
And it's an important one, so...
I want you to think about the answer before you give it to me, okay?
Okay.
When two people love each other, really love each other, but they just can't get it together,
when do you get to that point where enough is enough?
That-- Oh,well,that's--You know.
Um, you know it's over when--
Okay, I have, like, these psychosomatic...
insomniatic manifestations of--
Uh--Well, here's the thing about me.
I'm a product of my emotions versus being a product of my environment, like him,
which he is, exactly, just that environmental--
I-I need sunshine to grow. That's who I am.
And with the projection of--
I have goals.
-That's your answer? -Yeah.
That's not right.
- I mean,there's a right answer here, but that's not it. - Scoffs
Look. In my business, you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
Now, I don't care what your take is on an afterlife. When people die, it's scary.
And they go alone.
Now, the people that I send off...
that have experienced love,
they're a little less scared.
I mean, they're still scared, but there's... a calmness to 'em.
And I think that comes from the knowledge that somebody somewhere loved them...
and cared for'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I see that from time to time, and I am awed by it.
I don't think I'd be telling you any of this if it wasn't for Frank.
Anyway, it's-- it's a loaded question.
Look,when two people love each other,
-totally,truthfully, all the way love each other, - Mm-hmm.
the answer to that question is simple, especially in your case.
When do you get to that point where enough is enough?
Never.
I just hope Jerry's not stupid.
Unzipping Suitcase]
What is he driving?
It's a funky rental.
Look, I know we're all a little grouchy right now.
We'll get something to eat,
you'll get the pistol and then we'll all go our separate ways.
- Really separate ways. - Now, don't start, Sam.
You know what. Shut up. I'll start because I have the right.
Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up.
- I count here,Jerry. - We had an agreement, remember?
-Shut up. -Why don't we all shut up a little bit?
- I swear to God, I will crash this fucking car right now. -Jerry, don't do that.
I will. One more word out of you.Another word, Sam. One more word.
- I swear to fucking God. - Naugahyde.
-All right. -Sam]Allright,Jerry.i
-Are you finished? -Yes!
- You gonna shut up? - Yes,yes,yes.i
Jerry, I will, I will!
Screaming]
Stop the car,Jerry.i Stop the car.
Horn Blaring
Stop, stop, stop!
Oh, my God!
Horn Honking]
Man Yelling In Spanish
Jerry, I want you to know,
you're the craziest fucker I ever met.
You know what? Go! Go to Vegas. I've had it!
Sighs
Son of a bitch!
I had a flat down in Florida once,
out in the middle of nowhere.
So I go to the trunk, there's no spare.
Four hours in the baking sun waiting for a truck to come by.
Ow!
Now I always check.
Vehicle Approaching]
Let me give it a rip.
Sometimes you need a little more torque, you know what I mean?
Wouldn't kill the bastards to oil these every once in a while,you know.
Fucking car rentals.
Yeah.
Gunshot]
-Walk away, baby. Walk away. -What did you do?
- He was gonna kill us, Sam. -What the fuck did you do to Leroy? Look at his head!
Stop! Stop! Listen, listen. I met Leroy in 1997 in Minnesota.
-And that's not him! - No, no,Jerry.
-Jerry,you made a terrible mistake. -Sweetie.
He was my friend! You made a terrible mistake!
Baby, Leroy is black. Leroy's black.
-Okay? - No.
-Yes! He's black. - No.
African-American. A person of color.
The guy he killed in Vegas, that's the real Leroy. That's Margolese's Leroy.
So,this guy--
Oh, I'm such an ass. Such an ass. Of course.
""Give the gun to Leroy. He'll get it down to Margolese."" Ha-fucking-ha!
You see? Do you see?
l'm being setup.i
Nayman hires this prick to take out Leroy,
get the gun and pin it all on Jack off Jerry.
Isn't that right, Mr.Winston Baldry? Huh? Right!
Well, I met Leroy,Winston, and there's no way you could have known that.
And that's your mistake. You fucked up.
Sobs
I can't believe it.
Every fucking time. Every fucking time.
Not this time. This time I win.
This time l win!
I fucking win!
Oh, my God.
I'm lucky I didn't lose you three days ago.
I wanna go home.
Woman Speaking Spanish Over P.A.]
Did you call about your passport? Did you call the consulate?
Yeah.
Do you have enough money?
Yeah, I'm all right.
l wanna ask you a question.
It's a good one, so think about it.
If two people love each other,
but they just can't seem to get it together,
when do you get to that point of enough is enough?
Never.
Bleating
They'll call.
I've left 60 messages. I said it was an emergency.
Why would Nayman ask you if you like sex and travel?
I mean,w-w-what is it even supposed to mean?
That you fool around or something? Is that-- Is that--
I tell you this whole, long debacle, and this you have a problem with?
Yeah.Yeah, I do, because I think that when you ask someone...
-who is involved in a relationship of the heart... - Uh-huh?Yeah?
if they like sex and travel, that that's-- that's m-m-mean-spirited.
It's-- It's-- It's stupid. And I'll tell you this. We're not running anymore.
No, no, no, no, no. So done with the running.
Just the packing and the running and the--
Sooner or later, that phone is gonna ring.
We are going to get your passport in order...
and you are gonna put that gun in Margolese's hand where it belongs.
Nayman is fucking Margolese. That has got nothing to do with us.
By the grace of God or I don't know what, honey,
you have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this.
And just, if we run now,
we're gonna be running the rest of our lives.
We want our life back.
Yes, baby,we do.
Speaking Spanish
Jerry] No, no, no, that can't be right. Could you just check again?
Ow! Baby, don't. Margolese.
""M"" as in Mary.
Baby, can you turn that down? You don't even speak Spanish, sweetheart.
Real emotion transcends language,Jerry.
You don't have to understand the words to hear their pain.
No,that's impossible. That's--
Do you know when? Ay-yi-yi.
No, no, all right. All right.
Margolese is out. He got out this morning. He's out.
What the hell is going on? He's not supposed to be out till Thursday.
It is Thursday, hon.
Dog Barking]
-What is it? -Shh. Come on.
Just stay away from the window.
Shit. Shit.
Here, give me it.
Good one.
What is it, boy?
Hey.i
Hey, man, get out of there.
Clattering]
Muttering In Spanish
Come on, man. You're freaking me out.
Whistles
Huh?
Ow.
Where you taking me?
It's not your fault you know nothing about this gun.
You're American. This gun does not belong to you.
Bleating
Man Chattering ln Spanish]
Door Opens
Whispering In Spanish
Mr. Margolese.
Well, I-I-- I don't understand.
What's it gonna take, Jerry?
What?
For the gun,Jerry.
What's it gonna take for you to give it to me and not to another?
You don't-- Man!
What'll it take?
You know, I-- I don't know what it takes. I'm new in the ""fuckyou"" business.
-You tell me, Mr. Margolese. What does it take? -l didn't fuck you,Jerry.
I had Nayman send you down here, but I didn't know he was looking fora buyer.
When I found out he was looking for a buyer, I didn't know who on my team was...
still on my team, or even if there was a god damn team.
Stammers Who the fuck are these guys?
They work for this man, Tropillo.
And who the fuck is Tropi- You know what? Not even important.
You give me one good reason why I shouldn't fight to my death to not give you the gun.
Believe you me, if it comes to that, someone here's gonna leave this room missing an ear...
or not being able to fuck anymore.
One reason, now that you let me know what you think I'm made of.
Chuckling
Are you a fatalist,Jerry?
Uh, I never really though tabout it.
Por favor. Gracias.
When you do think about it, about that afternoon that you smashed into my life,
into my car,
everthink there's anything to that?
I honestly never thought about it.
Because of that afternoon, I'm doomed to remember...
a simple backwards inmate with a paperclipping.
When you're in jail, a small box,
you learn a lot about the fella you're in a cage with.
l grew to love that boy, like he was my own son.
But he was his.
One day the boy came to me with a paperclipping.
""This is my destiny. This is my birth right.""
It was a story about the pistol--
how they found it in the mines stashed away.
When I asked why it meant so much to him,
the story he told changed my life.
Spanish]
Tropillo's Son's Voice] The night before the nobleman's arrival,
the assistant could not sleep,
his heart in aching pain.
Shouting In Spanish
Theday was upon him when the gunsmith would present...
his gift to the nobleman and his son.
The nobleman's son was a notoriously vicious soldier,
worldly and wicked.
For him, his father demanded something more beautiful,
more perfect than he'd ever laid eye son before.
But nothing, no words or description could have given justice to it...
or have prepared him for that gun's flawless grace.
Continues]
When the nobleman's son saw his intended bride-to-be,
it was love at firstsight.
The nobleman's son took the mighty weapon in to his hands.
A perfect fit.
lt did no work.
The nobleman took it as a bad omen.
The curse had rendered it useless in unworthy hands.
The gunsmith urged him to try it one last time, and so he did.
The nobleman was insulted by the ineptness, angry with the poor gunsmith.
They argued.
When the nobleman's son realized that her heart belonged to the poor, simple assistant,
a man farless than he, he was furious in anger.
He could not have that.
The assistant, realizing that even if the gun should work,
she would certainly die next,
begged his love to withdraw and accept their fate.
No Audible Dialogue
Some say you could actually hear her heartbreak.
She fearlessly surrendered her bitter spirit unto purgatory.
Church Bells Ringing]
The pistol contains her damned soul.
Margolese Day after day I would listen to that story.
And always he would tell me, "When l get out,
""I will find that pistol and I will return it to my father,
whose father's father had crafted the gun. "
Eighteen months later, he took it in the belly for me.
He died.
I vowed to search, acquire the pistol and return it to his father.
My grandson Beck, head strong boy.
Sure, he was mixed up. He didn't understand the honor...
behind what I was doing.
That's when it became clear to me I had to send you down here.
Because you were the instrument in the situation,Jerry.
His son is dead.
My grandson is dead.
All of it brought together by that afternoon a tour intersection.
Well,that--
that's a... pretty good fucking reason.
Speaking Spanish
You are a soldier of God.
Speaking Spanish]
She will be safe there, right there,
and she can fly with the angels.
No devils can catch her here, righ there,
and now she will be able to fly with the angels.
We square?
I'll owe you.
Ringing
Jerry, honey?
Nayman I bet this is the queen of the idiot.Am I right?
This must be Sam. This is Bernie Nayman.
Where's that stupid fucking Jerry? With Leroy? Chewing
Don't you mean Winston?
I hope not, 'cause he's dead.
Then you're in a lot of trouble.
Especially if Jerry sold that gun.
-Jerry hid it. -A step in the right direction.
Are you there, Sam?
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, me too.
Jerry]Nayman.i
Where is she? What have you done with her?
-Banging On Trunk] -Sam?
-Jerry, get me out.i - Don't shoot. She's in the trunk!
- I swear to God, if you've hurt her-- -Well, it is hot in there.
- Let her out! -You give me the pistol and I'll let her out.
All right.All right, Nayman, where are the keys?
I might have lost them.
Well, you're shit out of luck, because she's the only one who knows where the pistol is.
Oh. Chuckles
Sam, no!
- Put that down.You'll damage it. -You shut the fuck up!
Sam, do not-- I repeat-- do not pull that trigger, baby. No, no, no.
I will-- I will pull this fucking trigger.
You toast that gun, he's dead right after.
Sweets.
Put the gun down. Okay?
Put it down.
Whispering It's not worth it. Okay?
He's right, it's not worth it.
Don't you know when enough is enough?
Baby.
- Do you like sex and travel? - Moans
As a matter of fact, I do.
Wrong answer.
ChurchBells Chiming]
Sweetheart?
Groaning
We just witnessed a miracle.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
-Are you all right, hon? -Are you okay?
Am I okay? Yeah, I'm okay.You okay?
Yeah?
- May I? - It would be our honor.
Yeah.
Seal it.
Engine Starts
Samantha] Do you love me,Jerry?
I adore you, sweetheart.
Then tell me it again.
- Baby, I've already told you three times. -Just one more time, please.
Please. Please.
Sighs
The pistol was crafted for a noble man by a poor Mexican gunsmith.
- Noble man. - Hmm?
- It's nobleman, not noble man. One word, not two. -What did I say?
That's what I-- What difference does it make?
- It doesn't make a difference, honey. Go on with the story. -Why do you have to correct me?
- It's nobleman. English is your mother tongue. - I'm calling a time-out!
Spanish]
Ends]
-Man]Raoul.i -Spanish, Guitar]
Man Singing ln Spanish]
Singing Continues ln Spanish]
Ends]
Samantha Whispering] l love you,Jerry.