...degreesin downtown LosAngelesrightnow.
Here with thetraffiic-
I've been waiting outthere for 15 minutes.
-What? I thoughtyou were stuck in traffic. - I thoughtyou were running late.
-You gotall the paperwork? -Yeah.
-You're not pissed offatme? I'mjustdoing my portion. - No, no.
- I know, I know. -You're myguy,Jerry. You're myguy.
MargoleseHoldings, goodmorning. Howmayldirectyourcall?
-Yes, he is. I'll putyou through. - Hey, Estelle.
- ls thatNayman'slittlenephew?
- Yeah, that'sBig Tom. - BigTom. Sure, it is.
- How'sitgoin'there, Big Tom? - Hey, hey. Look.
-Shh. See? See?
-Whatareyou scaringthe kid for? -See?
- I-I wasjust-- - Didyou getthatfucking passport?
-Yes.
- I have issues. - Issues,Jerry.
ltburnsmyassto writeyou acheckeveryweek. That'sanissue.
I can explain what happened.
You say ""I can explain"" when it's a once in a blue moon thing.
- It's everytimewithyou,Jerry. - lt'severyfuckin'time.
And... I can certainly understand that perspective.
Uh, butl'vebeenhaving somepersonalproblems,
uh,with my life.
Mygirlfriend, she's a great girl, butshe has complaints.
I don't have complaints, butshe has complaints. Ifyou wantto knowthetruth--
lcan'tevenbelieve this, butwegotoagroup.
So, lastweek...
whenyou guystold meto pick up thething atthething,
well, Samantha says she needs the carto pick up somethings.
And, I don't havetotellyou 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 gettothething on time,
and itall gotmessed up, and I thinkthatmaybe--
maybe somethings aren'tmeantto happen.
Jerry,you're a fucking moron.
Here areyouroptions. Numberone, I rollyou up tothe neck in a carpet,
stuffyouin thebackofasedan andlightyouonfiire withgasoline.
- Youwithme?Choiceone. -Yeah.
Numbertwo. You like sex and travel?
Doyouliketohavesex? Doyouliketotravel?
You geton a flightto Mexico. All theten-dollar hookers you can shakeyourstickat.
You pick up a pistol that belongsto Margolese.
- What'sitgonnabe? -Okay. Now, I was under the impression...
with Margolese getting out ofjail and all,that the lastjobwas my lastjob.
-Oh,you fucked upthatjob. -You fucked upthatjob,Jerry.
-Yeah.Thisjobwill beyour lastjob. -Okay, buta trip right now--
He asked foryou.You wantme to call his cell block and let him knowyou can'tgo?
Becausel'llcall. l'dloveto.
You'regoin'onafucking trip. Thetown's calledSanMiguel.
You lookfora kid in a bar,the El Alamo.
This is a simplefuckingtask. You write itdown.
Rollupyoursleeves, forChrist'ssake.i
-Get involved! -Ow!
The kid's name is Beck. He's gotthis particulargun, and he'swaiting onyou.
- Beck. Gun. - Whenyoufiindhim,
bring him and the gun backStatesideto me--got it?
Lastchance. I'm tellingyou,the last.
Even he's gettingtired ofyourshit. Hetold me so.
l'lltakecareofit, Bernie.
VayaconDios, motherfucker. You're in coach.
Baby,whatareyou doing?
You said thiswas your lastjob,Jerry!
Whatdoyou wantmeto say? ""I'm sorry I can'tfacilitate that request.
The old ladywants me to quit. Fuckoff."" Huh?
Yes! Something likethat! Like exactly!
I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
You geton that plane, you will never, never, eversee me again.
Yougotme?We talkedaboutthis. ltoldyou...
I wanted usto go to LasVegasforme.
- Notyou, no. Me. - Baby,you're overreacting. Okay?
Don'tdothat! Don'tyou dothat! Don'tdiminish my needs!
Sweetheart, I don't have a choice. I gotta go.
-lgodown there. lcomerightback. - ""I, I, I, I, I!""
- I wonderwhatthe group would haveto sayaboutthat. - No!
You cannot usethatagainstme! We are noteven technically marriedyet, but I go, don't I?
Yes. The wholegroup thinks we'remarried.
I accepted the potato slicer graciouslyforouranniversary.
Right, sweets? I go along.
That's it.That is it. You--You--You go along!
Youdon't wanttogetmarried tome, andthisis the way thatyou're dealing with it.i
Huh?You're backto the same old selfish,
self-involved,vile,
- disgustingself. -Oh, God.You are--
You'remissing thegranddesignhere.i lfl don'tgo, l'm dead.
Yeah.And it's a little difficult to carryon a relationship...
ifl'mstuffedwithstraw andformaldehyde.
- Now, ifanyone-- anyone is being selfish-- -Oh! Nowyou blame-shift?
-You are blame-shifting? -Stopthe analyzing!
- Screeching I'm calling a time-out! -Ah!
- Muttering - Muttering
All right.
Jerry, I wantyou to acknowledge...
thatmy needs mean nothing toyou andyou are a selfish prickand a liar.
-Oh, myGod! -Jerry, acknowledge.
I--Okay.
I will acknowledge that I promised I would go toVegaswithyou.
Butnowwe'rejust slightlydelayed.
Ifyou wantto construe mywantingto stayalive as being selfish,
well, then, okay.
But I have every intention ofgoingwithyou,
becauseyour needs arevery importantto me, sweetheart.
Comeon.
Lookatallmystuffhere, alloverthepavement.
Come on, baby. Huh?
Whatdoyousay?
Okay?
I'm goingwith orwithoutyou,Jerry.
What's itgonna be?
-A bastard! -A bastard.
What happened to, uh, ""sweetheart"" and ""big love""...
and all thosethings you called me in the bedroom last night?
The onlythingthat I am interested in callingyou, Jerry, is a cab!
Excuse me, speak English? English? Excuse me. You speak English?
- Speaking Spanish -What?
- Imitating Car Rewing -All set, Mr.Welbach.
Ifyou gotothefrontthere, a shuttlewill pickyou up and takeyou toyourcar.
Hey,what kind ofcar is itexactly?
It's a Chrysler. Brand-new, sir.
Isthere a problem, Mr.Welbach?
You know, it's myfirsttrip to Mexico, and,well, a Chrysler?
lmean, ldriveaChrysler inAmerica.
Now, I wasthinking maybeyou might have something a little more authentic, a little more--
- Mexican? -Yeah,yeah.You know. Get intothe spirit.
- Chuckles Yourfirsttime? - Yeah.
Wow. Exciting. Spanish
Huh?
Spanish
Yeah, SpeedyGonzales.
Let's seewhatwe can doforyou.
Oh, I think I have justthething.
Howwouldyou like an El Camino?
Ooh. I likethat. 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 thewrong place,America.
Yeah, I'm aware ofthat.
Whatyou want here?
Uh,tequila.
I asked because no one likeyou...
comestothis place.
It's death,thistown.
Onlyfarmers and bandidos.
And I don'tsee a hoe.
You a bandido, America?
Uh, no. Uh, actually I'm lookingfora Senor Beck.
Senor Beck?
Right.
Okay?
-You Beck? - Men Cheer
- I knowwhoyou are. -Good.That'll makethings easier.
-Whoa,whoa,whoa! -Beck]Tranquilo.
BeckSpeakingSpanish]
-We cool? -You're all the same.
Prepared.
This ain'tAmerica. You wanta drink?
-Yeah, all right. -Sit down.
Uh, is somebody usingthis chair?
So I guessyou wantto see it, right?
-Yeah. - Youwanttoseeit, don'tyou?
Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna haveto.
Hey.
You knowwhat? Comewith me.
- Clatter -Sorry. Sorry.
This iswhattheycall the Mexican.
Wow.Yeah. That's pretty.
Areyou shitting me? Yeah, it's pretty.
-Can I? - Uh-huh.
Itwas madefora wealthy landowner, a nobleman,
byapoorMexicangunsmith.
He fashionedthisgun asagift togoalong with thehopes thatthenobleman'sson...
wouldtakehisonlydaughter's handinmarriage.
Spanish]
Thetownspeople waited threemonthstocatch thefiirstglimpseofthepistol.
Finallythedayhadcome. Noonehadeverlaideyes onamorebeautifulgun.
ltwaseverything theythoughtit wouldbe.
Someeventhoughtit was toobeautifultolookat.
ltwasconsideredtobeanhonor andgoodluck...
tobethefiirsthandthat fiiresanewlyfashionedgun-
especiallyone asbeautifulas this,
made forthehand ofanobleman.
Thetownsman wasinatrance atthegun'sflawless craftsmanship.
ltbackfiired, killinghim instantly.
ChurchBell Tolling]
Legend has itthat it's been cursed eversince.
But it hasn't harmed me anythough,you know.
ljust- llovetolookatit.
Whispers Letme showyou something. Lookatthat.There's a bullet in there.
Handmade. Hand-fucking-made.
You don'teven wantto know whatthis gun isworth.
Guns Firing
Shouting In Spanish
We could sell thatgun, man.
-Urinating] -lt'sagreatfuckinggun.
Andl'mnot justtalkingshiteither.
You don't haveto be a-- Fuck.
l'vebeenpissin' onmyself. Fuck.
Anyway,the old man is nothingto be afraid of.
As a matteroffact, uh, just lastweek I told him tofuckoff.
-Yeah,you did. - That's whatlsaidtoo.i
lsaid, "Fuckoff, Margolese, youoldpruneshit-ass.i"lfyou-
FirecrackersExploding]
Come on,fella. Get up. Huh?
Man,you're soaked inyourown urine. Don'tmake me carryyou.
Hey!Ah, this is my life.
All right.
Yeah, baby. I gotthetouch.
- Moans -Oh!
Buddy,you whacked your noggin!
Hey.
Oh,f--
Ooh.
Hey, man. Hey.
Oh, shit!
Guns Firing
-BulletsRicocheting] -Stopthat! Stop!
Christ!
I found the gun.
Man All right. It's inyour possession?
Aswe speak. But, like I said,there's, uh--
-There's a little problem. - What, what?Youlostthekid?
He'sasouse. Gotoanotherbar, you'llfiindhim.
The kid's dead,Ted. Ted, areyou hearing me?
Yeah. I-I heardyou.
How?
Bad luck, actofGod, thefuck ifI know.
There's all these maniacs shooting goddamn guns up intothe sky.
It's Independence Day orsomething.The kid got tagged byone on itswaydown.
Right in thefuckin' head. I mean--
He's dead! The kid's dead.
The littlefucker's in mycar right now, dead.
Geez,Jerry,that's nota little problem.
-That's a big problem. - I know.
Jerry,that littlefucker is Margolese's grandson.
What!What?
Aw, geez,you reallyfucked it thistime.
Whatthefuckdid I haveto dowith it? One minute he's pissin' himself,
the next he's gota mouth full ofconcrete.
Don'teven move, okay? I'm gonna geton the phone tothe office right now.
We'll getme on a plane. I'll getdown there and help you straighten shitout.
Ted,you've gotta getword tothe old man. I didn't knowwho hewas.
-Okay.Justsittight,Jerry. - Voice Breaking Up
- Hello? -Ted? Hello?
-FireworksExploding] -CarEngineStarting]
Wait!Wait!
Oh, no!
Excuse me, Bernie.
There is an issue. It'sthatfuckin'Welbach.
Radio] Youkeepsayin' yougotsomethin'forme
Somethingyoucalllove Butconfess
You'vebeena-messin'where youshouldn'tbeena-messin'
MallP.A.] Andnowsomeoneelse isgettin'allyourbest
- Thesebootsaremade forwalkin' - Slurping
Andthat'sjustwhat they'lldo
Oneofthesedays thesebootsaregonna walkalloveryou
Youkeep lyin'when yououghttobetruthin'
- Slurping -Andyoukeep losin' whenyououghttonotbet
- Slurping - Slurping
Youkeepsamin'whenyou oughttobea-changin'
Nowwhat'srightisright
Butyouain't beenrightyet
Theseboots aremade forwalkin'
Andthat'sjustwhat they'lldo
Oneofthesedays thesebootsaregonna
Walkalloveryou
- Yeah - Slurps
Faintly] Youkeep lyin'when yououghttobetruthin'
Youkeep losin' whenyououghttonotbet
Youkeepsamin'whenyou oughttobea-changin'
Nowwhat'srightisright
Butyouain't beenrightyet
- Thesebootsare- - Flushing
Oneofthesedays theseboots aregonna
Muffled Screaming
You need to knowstraightout, I don'tstand forany motherfuckin' shit.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-mm.
No shitatall.
Understand,this iswhat you're gonna do.
-You're gonna stop crying. - Crying
Andyou're gonna walkoutofherewith me.
Canyou feel me, Sam?
- Mmm. -Good.
DoorOpens]
-ljustfoundme abrand-newboxofmatches -Shh.
Whispers Stay.
Whatheknows youain'thadtimetolearn
Theseboots aremade forwalkin'
Andthat's justwhatthey'lldo
Oneofthesedays theseboots
Aregonna walk alloveryou
Areyouready, boots
Now, Sam, as I was saying--
-Startwalkin' - Silenced Gunshots
Screams
No! No, please! Please don't hurtme!
Help me! Help me! Screaming
Please. Please.
-Please,please,please.i -Where'syourcar?
-Where'syourfucking car? -There!
Tires Screeching
-Areyou hurt? - No.
Yes. I don't know.
Screams Truck,truck,truck!
Um, um-- Sir?
-Canyou-- Canyou stopthe car? Please. -Why?
- I'm gonna be sick. -Justopen up--
I'm notgood in cars.
- Tires Squealing - Truck Horn Honking
Shetold me, ""Don'tgo. I don'twantyou on that highwayalone, byyourself.""
I said, ""It'll befine, Mom. Itwill be okay."" But it's not, is it?
- I'm dead. -Well,you're notdead.
You would have been dead ifI hadn'tsavedyour life.
Wouldyou rather itwasyou backthere?
ldidn't thinkso.
Areyou gonna kill me?
Depends on too manyvariables to answer right now.
Areyou gonna rape me?
That's not likely, no.
Well, geez, whatdoyou want?
I suspectthe samething asthatguy backthere.
The pistol.
ThepistolthatJerry'shavin' ahardtimecomingbackfrom Mexico withallofasudden.
-Jerry? - I workfor Bernie Nayman,
who worksfor ArnoldMargolese.
-Now,youheardofthesepeople. -Yeah, I've heard ofthem.
-Thenyou knowyour husband Jerryworksforthem. - No.
-Well, he does. - I knowthe selfish, no-good, prick liarworksforthem.
He isn'tmy husband.
Well,whatever he istoyou, Jerry is in the shit books.
Whenyou're as deep in theshit asJerryis,yougetalittle skittishaboutyourfuture.
Cloudsyourjudgement.
There's a lotofpeople interested in thatgun.
Sowhatwe got here is ""hewho controlsthe girl...
controlsthe pistol"" sortofa situation.
I am a hostage?
You blewthatguyto pieces fora fucking gun?
This is soJerry. All right, look.
Sitdown. Sitdown.
Um--
Uh, uh--
ClearsThroat Look.
Jerryandlbrokeup, soifhe's doing-
I don't knowwhat he's doing 'cause it's got nothingto do with me.Zero, nothing.
You seem like a very nice girl.
Thankyou.
But it's a fact: In these life-threatening situations...
human beings... lie.
Soyou are gonna kill me.
All right, look. Sighs
Ifeverythingturns outfine andJerrycomesthrough withoutthis all gettingfunky,
I don'tthink that'll happen.
He brings methe pistol, I giveyou to him.
I'mjust here to regulatefunkiness. Okay?
Go on.
Great.
Braying
Hyah, hyah. Hyah!
Come on, buddy. Come on. Okay? Justyou and me.Yeah.
Go!
Go. Oh! You're such an ass.
Whatareyou-- No, no, no.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn'tmean-- - Braying
Fuck!
Panting
Horn Honks]
Hey!
- Speaking Spanish -Buenasnoches.
-Buenasnachos. - Um, I need a lift tothe nexttown inyourtruck.
Spanish
I need a ride... inyourautomobile tothe nexttown.
I can't payyou. I have no money. No dinero.
- De Niro? -Si. None.
Robert De Niro?
Robert De Niro. Laughs
Yeah. Uh, I need a lift...
inyour "eltruck-o, "
tothe next ""town-o.""
- Uh, ""village-o."" Uh, uh,pueblo. -Ay,pueblo.
-Yeah, si.i -Alotropueblo. Okay.
-Yes? -Senor De Niro.
Self-winding, man. Youneverhaveto windit. lt's veryfiine.
Yeah. Shake like-- Perpetual calendar.
lt'sgood.
Isthis even gonna run?
Yeah?
- Hey, buddy. Isthatyour ball? - Snarls, Barks
Shit. Hey. Hey, man.
You gota rabid dog back here.
Go. Go!
- Barking -Go. Out.
Whistles
You gotta do something aboutthis dog.
Woman On Answering Machine I have a collectcall forSamantha fromJerryWelbach.
-There's no onethere, sir. - Jerry Give ita second. She'sthere.
Sam, pick upthe phone. Sam? Samsonite?
Baby, please don'tdothis.
- I'm sorry, sir. Pleasetryagain. - No! No, no, no, no!
Justgive ita second. She'sthere--
Whatareyou doing?
-Gonna make a phone call. -Towhom?
ToJerry.
You're gonna tell him that Leroy iswithyou, and thenyou're gonna hang up.
- Leroy? -Yeah. Leroy,that's right.
Thenyou're gonna hang up. Simple.
That's it?
It's enough. Believe me.
You gonna makethe call, ordo I haveto makeyou? 'Cause I will.
- No. I'll call. -Good.
Dial it.
Okay.What'sthe number?
You havethe number.
I don't knowwhere he is. He's in Mexico. You should havethe number.
Whatareyou tellin' me? You don't have a number, a motel, hotel, nothing?
What'sthe matter, don'tyou listen? We broke up. No longertogether.
Why wouldlhave thenumber?
-ReceiverSlams] -Coins Clatter]
I'm sensing you havetrust issues.
You gotone minute.
I'm a professional. I dothisfora living.
Goodyforyou.
-Radio Playing] -You'rewastingyourtime.
You'renobody
- Tillsomebodylovesyou - I think I believeyou.
You'renobody
Tillsomebodycares
What's in Vegas?
Continues]
Uh,well,
I'm gonna be a waitress, then make a careeras a croupier.
Theycan make a hundred thousand dollars ayear, butyou have to havethe hands...
which I do.
I gotthem from myGrandma Vega, which is a good thing,
'cause myGranny Barzel, she had hands like a circus midget.
Howcomeyou can't live withJerry?
Doyou knowJerry?
Jerry hastrouble expressing hisfeelings.
He had a reallyfucked-up childhood. His mom is nuts.
One ofthose peoplewhothinks the iron is always on.
Don'tyou love him?
I thinkthat'sthe problem. We love each othertoo much.
But he'sjust-- He's so selfish.
And it's likewe've been living his lifeforever.
He'd tellyou a differentstory altogether, but I give and I give, and hejust keepstaking.
Ourcounselortotallyagrees with me, bytheway. Chuckles
I don't putmuch stock in thoseweirdo counselortypes.
Alltheydo issitaround inbare feetandsmokejoints.
Maybethat'strue, but it doesn'tchangethefactthat Jerry's a takerand I'm a giver.
lt'sobvious.
You know, a lotofpeople are underthe impression that you getto choosewhoyou love.
Laughs I'm sorry, areyou--
Areyou taking his side?You're a man. Ofcourseyou are.
- You're takinghisside. -You love him.
You said soyourself.
-lt'sallthatmatters. - You'renobody
Tillsomebodylovesyou
You're a verysensitive person fora coldblooded killer.
-Sofiindyourselfsomebody -Thankyou, Sam.
To love
Shit.
Get. Getout. Out.
Look,you gotta getout.
Getout!
Muttering
Engine Rewing
Go!
Truck Horn Blaring
All Shouting
Shouting In Spanish
Hola, shithead!Where's mystuff?. Where's mystuff?.
Get back! Where's mystuff?.
- Pistol. Pistolero. Get back. -Pistola.
- Spanish -Getback.i
Staycalm. Get back, get back!
Don'tmove.Whatthefuck? Give methose.
Back! Back, back.
Get in the car. Get in! Okay.
Isthatmy-- Isthatmyjacket?
Putitin thecar.i Whatis wrong withyoupeople?
Get back.
Whistles
-Sam] Youdon'thavetobeinhere. - Well, lgobytrackrecord.
-Besides, ldon'thear anytinkle, tinkle. -Stagefright.
Lookaround, there's noteven a window.
Sowhat'swith this ""we've been livin' his lifeforever"" thing?
A fiigureofspeech. ldidn'tmeanitliterally.
Jerry'sbeen workingforMargolese forfiiveyearslessaday.
ltjustfeelslifelong.
-Sounds likejail terms. -ltis.
ArnoldMargoleseisinjail becauseJerryputhim there.
Jerry ratted out Arnold Margolese?
No.Jerry wascomingacross Ventura. Youknow, overthere byLaurelCanyon.
-Yeah. - Hewasn'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 thetrunk.
-That's how Margolese gotsenttojail? - Mm-hmm.
- Live person ordead person? - Live person.
Huh.What'sthe big deal,then?
He probablywasn't gonna staythatway.
Hewastaped up in a trunk fora reason,wasn't he?
God, I would thinkthiswas right upyouralley, Swifty.
- He sawsomething. -Well,whatever itwasthis guysaw...
orwas goingto saytothe cops, he gotthe chance.
And since itwastechnically Jerry'sfault, Margolese had him workoffthejail time.
- Chuckles -You see, mywhole relationship has been hijacked...
because he doesn't payattention when he drives.
I-- I can'tgo withyou in here.
Urinating
Man We didn'tthinkwewere getting a dead man with the car.
I got no usefora dead gringo. Take a left.
Snarling
Go on.
Ifyou're goingto kill me, at leastyou owe methe rightto know...
who it isthat's going to send meto God.
Tell me!
Look, I'm notgonna killya.
But I am gonna haveto shootyou.
Butwhy, sir?Why?
Why?Why? Becauseyou stolefrom me,
andyou knowaboutthe pistol andyou'rejustgonna steal again.
Andlcan'thaveyoucoming backin thissituation likeaflyin theointment.
No! I won't be a fly! You'll neversee me again.
Look,you're gettin' shot, and that's it. It'll takeyou timeto gettothe nexttown,
-especially ifyou're limping. -Wait,wait. Limping?
Can'tyoujusttie me up some more? I mean,fuck!You shootme?Tie me!
Yeah. I don't have a rope.
Soyou shootme?
It'stheAmerican way.
Where doyou want it?
-Okay. - No, notthe leg!There's arteries.
I could bleed to death in mere seconds.
Thefoot,then.
Look,that'sfair where I comefrom. Okay? It'll hurt, but it'll heal.
What ifyou take off a fuckingtoe!
Wait,wait,wait. Notthe left.
Sorry. On the countofthree.
-One. - Screams
Look, I'm agreeingwithyou. Butthere's a fewwaysto lookat it.
Now, sex is, no matterwhatanybodysays,
a very important part ofany relationship.
ThefactthatJerry is a considerate loversays a lot.
-You lostme. -Well, he's a considerate lover.
Youjustgotta find a way to get him to expand this quality he has during sex...
to otherareas ofyour relationship.
I mean, even ifit onlycomes out in sex, it'stherejustthe same.
That's a good point.
Ifa person's a considerate lover, he can't be all selfish, right?
Unless ofcourse he's--
-he's, uh, beingaconsiderate- -Whatwasthat?
What?
That.Thatmomentyou had.
Whatmoment?
Leroy,youjustchecked out thatguyand had a moment.
Thatwas a... moment.
I don't know ifitwas a moment.
Whispers Areyou gay?
-As in ""happy""? -As in homosexual.
Whatdoes mysexual orientation haveto dowith anything we've been talking about?
Nothing. ClearsThroat Nothing.
Exceptsomethingthatyou said backthere really bugged me,
and thiswould kind of help itmake sense.
Yeah? What'sthat?
I asked ifyou were gonna rape me, andyou said, ""Not likely.""
You said itso matter-of-fact, like I was repulsive...
and itwas ludicroustothink that I was actuallyat riskof you wantingto have sexwith me.
Firstofall, it's a crime ofanger, notattraction.
And second ofall,you're not repulsive. You'revery beautiful.
Thankyou.
-You wantmeto rapeya? -Areyou gay?
-You wantmeto rapeya? -You're gay.
Laughs You're gay. I knew it!
Oh, I so knew it. Ijust knew it. Whata relief.
Whatdoyou want, a medal? You wanta littletrinketsaying you identified a homosexual?
No.
Areyou full throttle?
Chuckles Full throttle?
Yeah, I guess I am.
Oh. I'm not-- I mean--
I'm nottryingto be a smart-ass oranything likethat.
Ijust-- Ijustthink thatthis is great.
Wow. Thisis-
Thisis... major, okay?
- I knowthe kind ofpeople inyour business. Okay? - Yeah?
And to me, itseemsthat,
well, being gay isn't really...
conducivetotheenvironment.
Oh. Like I should be an interiordecorator. That's insulting.
-lam verygoodatwhatldo. - Doyou have a boyfriend?
No, I don't.
Unfortunately, I seem to be unableto keep...
relationshipstogether.
Seems like everybody's havingtrouble keeping relationshipstogether.
PhoneRinging]
It's ringing, senor.
Thankyou forthat.
No, no, no. Nonecesario.
Really?
That's so kind. You have no idea what I've--
- On Phone Hi,this isTed. Leave a message. -Thankyou. Gracias, man.
Ifthis is myguy in need, I'm on myway. Findyourway tothe Hotel de la Plaza.
Waitformethere. Okay? Sittight.
Okay, okay. Forget aeropuerto.
Uh, Hotel de la Plaza.
DogBarking]
- Muttering In Spanish -Hola.
- Isthisyourdog? -Sortof.
Camealongfortheride.
He does have a personality, and thatcertainlycounts.
- He's a good guy. - Isthisyourcar?
It's a rental. I'm an American.
- No shit? Really? - Yeah. Yeah.
Well, I am Mexican.
Cool.
Doyou have a passport?
Jerry ""Well-batch,"" LosAngeles, U.S.A.
Welbach. Well-batch.
Can I askyou a question,Jerry?
How long haveyou been here in Mexico?
Afewdays. Pleasure.
I see. Pleasure, huh?
-Yeah. - I see. Canyou tell me,
uh,what happened here?
That'snotaccurate, l'mafraid.
The gunsmith did craftthis pistol fora prospective husband,
and hewas a nobleman's son,true.
Butthe motifwas darker, myfriend.
lt'scursed, thisgun.
Spanish]
Thekeytothis tale involves thegunsmith'sassistant,
apoor, buthonorable youngmaninblindinglove...
with thegunsmith's daughter.
Formonthsatatime, theassistanttooktothemines,
gathering thepreciousmetal...
thatwouldyieldthemost beautifulgun thateverexisted,
onlytodiscoverthatwhathehoped wouldbea weddinggiftforhim,
wasforanother.
Thegunsmith insistedhis daughtermarrythenobleman'sson, forbidding theirlove.
So, angeredinhisbitterpain, theassistantcursedthegun,
vowing thecreation wouldneverprevail.
Butthegunsmith wasracingagainsttime.
Hehadpromisedapistol ofunparalleledcraftsmanship,
thenobleman's dowry hangingin thebalance.
He workeddayandnightto correctthepistol'sproblems.
BulletRicocheting]
ChurchBell Tolling]
This gun neverworked properly.
Some say itsverycreation ended the gunsmith's life.
Well, myfriend,you'refreeto go, butwithoutthe gun.
This gun doesn't belong toyou ortoyour boss.
Now it belongsto me.
Man Yeah,Vegas. Itcan betough thatway.
-Samantha]Expensive? -Man]Yeah, emotionally.
Let'sjustsaythatlhad aseriousrelationshipproblem.
Oh.You fit right in here.
Whatdoyou do now, Frank?
Now, I am... a postman.
Getoutofhere.
-That's so rigid. -Swearto God. No, come on.
-There's a seedy underbelly tothe postal service. - Isthatthe keyto it?
And that'sthe key.
Youhavenoideahowmanysmall, unmarkedbrownpaperpackagesldeliver.
-What, porno? -Yeah, daily.
Likewhat?
Videos, blow-up dolls, dildos, pocket pussies.
- Don't leave nothing out. -Oh,yeah? Hmm.
But,youknow, even withall thatdirtyexcitementatmyfiingertips,
I still havetotake off once ayear.
So Ijustwalkoutthefrontdoor and I know I'm goingtoVegas.
ljustdon'tknowhow.
All I've got is mywallet 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.
Ifyou gotothefrontthere, a shuttlewill takeyou toyourcar.
What kind ofcar is itexactly?
It's a Chrysler, sir, brand-new.
-You wouldn't happen to have something a little more-- - Raoul!
Yeah, man!
Yeah. Neverfear, Teddy's here.
Howareyou?
Whistles
Speaking Spanish
Comeon,Jerry. TheMexicanthief, thedirtycop?
I mean,theword is out. It's a big-ticket item.
A lotoffucking people are interested in thatgun.
Nofuckingway. Isthatwhattheythink?
That I'm sellingthem out?
I don't know,Jerry. Maybetheythinkyou're scared and mightdothewrongthing.
- Ted. -You know, I don't know.
- I'mjustdoing mygoddamn portion here. -Yeah, and what isthat?
Tofind outwhat's going on, assessthe damage, tryto calmyou down,
helpfind the pistol, get us home.
I tellyou something, I geton that plane, pistol or not,
that'll bethe last fuckingflight I evertake.
-Oh, come on,Jerry. - ""Come on,Jerry?"" You know it.
- I knowwhat I'm supposed to know. -Justdoingyourfucking part.
- I knowwhat I'm supposed to know! -You hearyourself.
You sound likefucking Schultzfrom Hogan'sHeroes.
- German Accent I know nothing! -Goddamn it,Jerry!
I'm notcrazyabout Nayman runningthings anymorethanyou are.
But I gota fewyears onyou, and I'm tellingyou,thething to do is keepyour nose clean,
- lookstraightahead and dowhatyou'retold. -Oh, God.
That'swhy I'm 17 months ofpayments awayfrom Boca Raton. 'Cause I do myfuckin' portions.
Now, I don'tcare howyou lookat it.
Thefirststep outofthis isto getthe pistol back.
I nevertooka payoff in my life.
Jerry, look. I knowwhereyour loyalties lie.
Butthe kid's dead. The pistol's gone.
I mean,you can see how it looks, right?
Come on,Jerry.
You're myguy.
PhoneRinging]
Ringing Continues]
Beeps
"SafetyDance"]
We candanceifwe wantto
We'vegotallyourlife andmine
Justas long aswe abuse it Nevergonna lose it
Everything will workoutright
lsay, we candance ifwe wantto
We canleave yourfriendsbehind
'Causeyourfriends don't dance andiftheydon't dance
Well, they're nofriendsofmine
lsay, we candance We candance Everything'soutofcontrol
We candance We candance
They're doingit frompoletopole
We candance We candance Everybodylookatyourhands
- Stops - Notthe safestdance.
ClearsThroat
I'm notgoing anywhere.
Weare in thecity wherel'mgoingtobeliving.
Whispers Go.
What'swrong? Huh?
Sighs
You knowwhenyou're in a bad relationship andyou separate?
All ofa sudden, everywhere you lookthere's love and possibility.
I'm worried aboutJerry.
All right, don'tworry.
I'm gonna call Nayman in the morning. I'm gonna check in on everything.
You wantmeto stay?
I wantyou to go.
You sure?
I reallywantyou to go.
HandcuffsLocking]
Snoring]
Ted] lcouldn'tsleepallnight.
Yeah. No, hesaidhefollowed thecoptothepawnshop.
He'staking me overthere after breakfast.
We're booked on the 7:00, ifall goeswell.