No, nowwait-- No-- No,you waita minute, Nayman.
Nowwhatdoyougotta goandsaythatfor?
Well, noworlater?
Howcouldlmisinterpret?
No, Bernie. Youdidn'tsend the wrongguy. l'mhandling things.
Butlneversignedup forthat.
Listen, lpromiseyou, whenltellhim it will makeadifference.
Bye.
ToiletFlushing]
Hey, sweets. I keep calling and, uh, I haven't heard a word fromyou.
I'm startingtowonder.
I knowyou're angry with me, but, uh,
you know, ""Ain't no sunshinewhen she's gone.""
Okay?
I thinkshe actually wenttoVegas.
I keeptellingyou,Jerry, thesewomen are problems,you know.
You should tryto be like me. I answerto myself.
No hassles, nobody ridin' myass like a goddamn horse in a saddle. Free.
Ted,you keepyourself closed off...
soyou have no shot atmeetingthe rightwoman.
Anywoman can bethe right woman ifthe numberswork andyou'rewilling.
Noway. Notme.
You settle.You openyourselfup. You becomevulnerable.
What'sthis sudden insight into my relationship?
Okay, look,Jerry. She is in Vegas.
-What? - Hey, shitfalls down,you know?
- ""Shitfalls down."" - Margolese called Nayman all pissed off...
thatyou werefuckingthis up, told him to putsomebody on Sam to keep an eye.
- In case-- - ""In case?""
In case I getanyfunny ideas. Andyou'rejusttelling methis now?
- Don't breakmy balls. There's otherthingsto consider. - Likewhat?
Likethatgun isworth a lotofmoney. People knowyou have it. Sam could be in danger.
No shit. Who did they puton her?
-You don't know him, but it's safeto sayyou knowofhim. -Who?
- It'sthatfucking psycho Leroy from Minnesota. - Leroy!
Nayman had to do it,Jerry. Itwas an order. Margolesewould know ifhe didn't.
Wait.
They'rejusttrying to scare me.
Well,thatwould sure do itforme.
We've all heard the kidneystory,Jerry.
Nayman wants us on that 7:00flighttoVegas, pistol in tow,
no ifs, ands or buts.
They'll meet us atthe airport, and then this Leroyguywill takethe pistol to Margolese.
Yeah.
TurnsFaucetOn]
I had to borrow--
Doyou mind?
Sleepwell?
Yeah.Andyou?
Who'sWinston?
Somebody I don't likeverymuch.
Youcanhave thatremoved, youknow?
Yeah, maybe I will someday.
ToiletFlushing]
You wanna get some breakfast?
RockAndRoll]
Whycan't webefriends
l'veseenyou 'round foralong, long time
lreallyrememberedyou whenyoudrankmy wine
Whycan't webefriends
lseenyouwalking down in Chinatown
-ShowerRunning] -lcalledyoubut youcouldnotlookaround
Whycan't webefriends
Atfirst, I thoughtthis guy is all right.
And then I'm thinking he's morethan all right, he'sterrific.
Butthere's noway he's gonna feel the samewayaboutme.
Then I find out he does.
Thenl'm thinking...
what happenswhen hefinds out what I do...
and who I am and what I've done?
So, whoamlkidding, right? Let'sgetserious.
Whatareyou gonna do about it?
Sighs That'sthething. I didn't haveto do anything.
It happened absentofmywill to consciouslymake it happen.
Oh, really?
I was a little drunk last night.
I tookmygun and I put it up in thetowels in the bathroom,you know.
And hefound it.
And he said, ""The pastdoesn'tmatter.
It'sthefuturethatcounts.""
Leroy.
See, life can change.
People canchange.
I haven'tcried in 12years.
Whatareyou lookin' at?
Don't lookatme likethat. You're makin' itworse.
Whatareyou, BarbaraWalters? Sniffles
It'sjust beautiful.
Let'stalkabout somethin' else.
-Whatdoyou wanna talkabout? -Anything.Anything else.
Anything.Whatever.
Whatwas itover, the lasttimeyou cried?
Let's talkaboutthat.
Oh,yeah,that'll bring the sun rightout.
Ted I heard itwas this guy Leroy's mother. That'swhat I heard.
Okay,that'swhat we call ""bullshit.""
IfI told one guy atthe nextconvention...
thatyou keptyourmother cut up in thefreezer forfiveyears,
you'd have a reputation too.
Factor not, itmakes no difference.
Jesus,Ted,you can't be so naive, man.
-The guy's a star. -Oh, myGod.
Whatareyou soworried about then ifyou think he's all blowhard and bullshit?
I met Leroyonce, in Minnesota. Itwasforall oftwo seconds.
I shook his hand. He seemed like a nice enough guy.
Whetheror not he lives up tothis pumped-up legend of a psychotic is besidethe point.
And ifhe does sit naked in his garage soaking in gasoline lighting matches, I don'tcare.
Whatconcerns me is hewas hired in thefirst place.
-Areyou with me? -Geez,Jerry,you reallymet him?
Oh, myGod!
Hey, old Ted is notgonna letanything happen, okay,Jerry? I'm here.
Thanks, Ted. lfeelperfectlysafe.
BellOnDoorJingling]
-Hola. - I nofuckaround. Comprende?
Gun. Gun. Loaded. Bang, bang.You, dead.
Doyou have a speech impediment?
-Give methefuckin' gun.The pistol. -The pistol?
-You knowwhat I'm talkin' about. Let's go! -The pistol?
Okay, all right. What'syour name?
-Joe. -Joe.
Justdo likethe man says. We'll be outofhere beforeyou know it.
- Thepistol,please. -Okay.
Thankyou.
Excuse me.
I got it.
Come on. Go.
Got it.
Just have a seat right here, amigo.
Geez!Jerry, haveyou lostyourmind?
Whatwereyou talking abouton the phone?
-Jerry,willyou putthe gun away? -Was itto offme?
Isthatwhatyou two were discussing,to offme?
-Jerry, I would never-- -Go ahead, deny it. Go ahead.
-Go ahead! -Okay, Okay.
Jerry,that'swhat he said.
Soyou were lyingto me whenyou said that I would walkawayfrom this.
- No,Jerry,that'swhat he said. -Thenyou're lying nowabout him tellingto offme.
-Which is it? - No, no. Nayman told me to do it,Jerry, but--
-But?But? - But--
Butyou'rejustdoing yourportion.
Isn'tthat how itworks,Ted?
Seventeen portions leftfor Boca-- Boca Raton. Right?
I wouldn'tdothat portion. Come on, I swear!
On one hand,theytellyou to bring me in. On the other hand, theytellyou totake me out.
Whyareyou beingtold two contradictingthings?
- Youdon'taskaquestion? - I-Ijust-- I-- I don't know.
-You don'tthinkthat's a littleweird? -Yeah, it's-- it'sweird.
Right! Because something's going on. What is it?
Exactly.You don't know, 'causeyou'rejustdoing yourfucking part.
Well, I'm notgoing down becauseyou don't know!
See my predicament?
You're myguy,Ted.
HandcuffsLocking]
You're myguy,Jerry.
Gunshot-typeNoises]
SirenWailing
Hold on.What happened here?
Someone killed themselves. Swan dive, rightoffthe balcony.
Come on.
Juststay back.
Go.
Thankyou verymuch. Sorryto have disturbedyou.
Man Hotel security.
Sobs]
No.
Please, no.
No. No.
Leroy]Coming.
Hello, sir. Sorryto intrude.
Afraid there's been a terrible incident.Are all parties inyour room accounted for?
Yeah.Yeah. Justme and mywife. Honey!
No, no, that'sokay, sir. Thankyouverymuch.
-What happened? -Sorryto have disturbedyou.
Is everything all right?
Leroy.
Packyourshit.
- Grunts -Shh, shh.
Psst.
You're a stupid motherfucker, you knowthat?
You'rewell dressed, I'll giveyou that, butstupid.
Groans
Wear Kevlar? Huh?
- Screams -Yeah.
Leroy.
Please don'tdothis. Please.
Oh,you think I should listen to her? Huh?
- Whatdoyouthink? - Gasps
Huh?
Wanna knowwhat I think?
Kevlar isfor pussies.
-LaboredBreathing] -This isfor Frank.
WomanSpeakingSpanishOverP.A.]
- My bagwill maketheflight, right? -They'll run itdown there.
- Ijust need to seeyour passport. -Yeah.
- I'm afraid there's been a mistake. - What?
No! No!
Mr. Shurker most probably hasyours.
Leroy]ltoldyouin thebeginning, ifJerrycomes through...
andnothinggetsfunky, everything willbeallright.
- Well, shitgotfunky. -Why isn't he here?Why?Why?
Whydon'tyou give me a second? I'm tryingto getthe fucking story here, all right?
Justtake iteasyand stop acting like a kidnapped chick on a carton ofmilk.
Hmm.Yeah.
You're right. This is an offerforthe gun.
Yeah. I can see howthis looks.
I'vejust been trying to getsome,you know, better numberstogether.
You have no intention ofgivingthe gun to Margolese, doyou, Bernie?
Look, Bobby.You know, I knowthatyou're loyal.
Andthat'sgood. lmean, nobody's debating that.
Letme askyou.
Inyourskulking around, goingthrough privatethings in other people's offices,
didyou manageto discover that he's shutting us down?
That'sright. You, me, everybody.
I don't-- I don't understand.
You didn'tgetthe memo, the severance package,the bonus?
-No? - No. Nothing.
Yeah, me neither. Difference betweenyou and me is I know when I'm beingfucked...
andyoudon't, 'causeyou'restanding onthe wrongfuckingline.
Letme helpyou geton the rightside ofthe line...
and doforyou what he should've done, Bobby.
He's changedinprison.
I'm tellingyou, something's changed him.
- He's notthe same guy. -DoorOpens]
They're still holding. Whatdoyou wantmetotell 'em?
Can I counton yourcooperation?
Yeah,yeah, Bobby. I'm here.Yeah.
Yeah,that's his hotel.
Yeah, all right. Sure.
-What? - Plan B is now in effect.
I hopeyou don'tgetairsick.
Muttering
Get in the car.
- Hola, hola, senor. -Hola, SenorWelbach.
Yeah. Hasthe U.S. Consulate, havetheycalled backyet?
- No, sir, notyet. -Well, look.
This is a muy, muy, muy importantcall. I've lostmy passport, okay?
So I'll be sitting rightoverthere. I'm notgonna move.
SenorWelbach, you seethatman overthere?
Jerry]Yeah.
-That's Mr.Williamson. -So?
He's been waiting forthatverysame call.
Really?What,thewhole morning?
-Since March, senor. -Oh, come on.
PhoneRinging]
-Chuckling] - Hotel de la Plaza.
-BoisterousLaughter] -Yes, as a matteroffact he's right here.
Senor, it'sforyou.
Oh. Oh. Hey.Yes, hello?
You bastard. ""Hello?"" Like, ""Hello, my life is great. Everything isfine.
-Sam? - La, la, la."" I thoughtyou could be dead.
I've been worried sick, andyou answerthe phone, ""Hello,""
likeyou're confirming a room service order.
Sam? Sam?
I'm donewith Mr.JerryWelbach. Mr. ""Hi."" No, no.
- Leroy Askaboutthe gun. - Is-- Isthat Leroy?
- Did hefuckingtouchyou? - Doyou have any idea...
what I have been through these lastfewdays, hmm?
Whateveryou've been through, multiply it bya thousand times.
-You'll have somevague conception ofwhere I'm at. -Oh, oh, oh!
- Isn'tthattypical,Jerry? It's all a competition! -Shh, shh.
-Titfortat,tatfortit! -Stopyelling,forChrist's sake!
Howareyou?Areyou okay? Areyou all right?
-Where areyou? -Toluca Airport,Jerry.
And things are shitty-- reallyshitty!
Tell him ifhe shows up with the pistol, everything will be all right.
He doesn'tcare aboutthat. Onlycares about himself. It'sthe samethingwith him.
Whyareyou airing personal matters with complete strangers?
Oh, letme see. Uh, I don'tthinkthat you really classify...
someonewhoyoujust perpetrated a killingwith a completefucking stranger!
And letmetellyou something. I can'tfind my Kotex cards...
-ormycredit pads! -Sam,whatdidyou say?
-All right,Jerry,justsettle down. - Hey!What'dyou doto her?
Jerry,justsettle down. Okay?
-Yeah. -We had a slightsituation, but itshould occurtoyou...
that I'm a professional and I knowwhat I'm doing.
-Sowhydon'twe alljust chill outa minute here? -WomanSpeakingOverP.A.]
- Nowfirstofall,what happened? Didyou get lost? -Yeah,fivefuckingyears ago.
-Whatdidyou-- I can't hearyou. - No, nothing. Nothing.
Nothing. I hopeyou have something.
Yeah,wellyoujust-- You don't--
Justmake sureyou return her with all ten toes.You hearme?
- I understand. I understand. - Huh?
Justcome down here, pick us up. We'll squarethings away.
You gota veryspecial woman here,Jerry.
- Butwe all know howyou can get, right? - Chuckles
-So, let's not have anyofthat. -What?
This is a time forselflessness.
-What?Wha-- - Dial Tone Humming
You all right?
Stupid gun.
Out!
Leroy I haveto askyou a question.
And it's an importantone, so...
I wantyou tothinkaboutthe answer beforeyou give itto me, okay?
Okay.
When two people love each other, really love each other, buttheyjustcan'tget ittogether,
when doyou gettothat point where enough is enough?
That-- Oh,well,that's--You know.
Um,you know it's overwhen--
Okay, I have, like, these psychosomatic...
insomniatic manifestations of--
Uh--Well, here's thething aboutme.
I'm a productofmyemotions versus being a product ofmyenvironment, like him,
which he is, exactly, justthatenvironmental--
I-I need sunshineto grow. That'swho I am.
And with the projection of--
I have goals.
-That'syouranswer? -Yeah.
That's not right.
- I mean,there's a rightanswer here, butthat's not it. - Scoffs
Look. In my business, you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
Now, I don'tcarewhat yourtake is on an afterlife. When people die, it's scary.
And theygo alone.
Now,the people that I send off...
that have experienced love,
they're a little less scared.
I mean,they're still scared, butthere's... a calmnessto 'em.
And I thinkthatcomes from the knowledgethatsomebody somewhere loved them...
and cared for'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I seethatfrom timetotime, and I am awed by it.
I don'tthink I'd betellingyou anyofthis ifitwasn'tfor Frank.
Anyway, it's-- it's a loaded question.
Look,when two people love each other,
-totally,truthfully, all theway love each other, - Mm-hmm.
the answertothatquestion is simple, especially inyourcase.
When doyou gettothat point where enough is enough?
Never.
Ijust hopeJerry's notstupid.
UnzippingSuitcase]
What is he driving?
It's a funky rental.
Look, I knowwe're all a little grouchy right now.
We'll getsomethingto eat,
you'll getthe pistol and then we'll all go ourseparateways.
- Reallyseparateways. - Now, don'tstart, Sam.
You knowwhat. Shut up. I'll start because I havethe right.
Whydoyou dothat? Do nottell meto shut up.
- I count here,Jerry. - Wehadanagreement, remember?
-Shut up. -Whydon'twe all shut up a little bit?
- I swearto God, I will crash thisfucking car right now. -Jerry, don'tdothat.
I will. One moreword outofyou.Anotherword, Sam. One moreword.
- I sweartofucking God. - Naugahyde.
-All right. -Sam]Allright,Jerry.i
-Areyou finished? -Yes!
- Yougonnashutup? - Yes,yes,yes.i
Jerry, I will, I will!
Screaming]
Stop thecar,Jerry.i Stop thecar.
Horn Blaring
Stop, stop, stop!
Oh, myGod!
Horn Honking]
Man Yelling In Spanish
Jerry, I wantyou to know,
you'rethe craziestfucker I evermet.
You knowwhat? Go! GotoVegas. I've had it!
Sighs
Son ofa bitch!
I had a flatdown in Florida once,
out in the middle ofnowhere.
So I gotothetrunk, there's no spare.
Four hours in the baking sun waitingfora truckto come by.
Ow!
Now I always check.
VehicleApproaching]
Letme give ita rip.
Sometimesyou need a little moretorque, you knowwhat I mean?
Wouldn'tkillthebastards tooiltheseevery onceina while,youknow.
Fucking car rentals.
Yeah.
Gunshot]
-Walkaway, baby.Walkaway. -Whatdidyou do?
- Hewas gonna kill us, Sam. -Whatthefuckdidyou doto Leroy? Lookat 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.
Hewas myfriend! You made a terrible mistake!
Baby, Leroy is black. Leroy's black.
-Okay? - No.
-Yes! He's black. - No.
African-American. A person ofcolor.
The guy he killed in Vegas, that'sthe real Leroy. That's Margolese's Leroy.
So,this guy--
Oh, I'm such an ass. Such an ass. Ofcourse.
""Givethe gun to Leroy. He'll get itdown to Margolese."" Ha-fucking-ha!
Yousee? Doyousee?
l'mbeingsetup.i
Nayman hiresthis prick totake out Leroy,
getthe gun and pin itall onJackoffJerry.
Isn'tthat right, Mr.Winston Baldry? Huh? Right!
Well, I met Leroy,Winston, and there's noway you could have known that.
And that'syourmistake. You fucked up.
Sobs
I can't believe it.
Everyfuckingtime. Everyfuckingtime.
Notthistime. Thistime I win.
Thistime l win!
I fuckingwin!
Oh, myGod.
I'm lucky I didn't loseyou three days ago.
I wanna go home.
WomanSpeakingSpanishOverP.A.]
Didyou call aboutyour passport? Didyou call the consulate?
Yeah.
Doyou have enough money?
Yeah, I'm all right.
lwannaaskyou aquestion.
It's a good one, sothinkabout it.
Iftwo people love each other,
buttheyjustcan'tseem to get ittogether,
when doyou gettothat point ofenough is enough?
Never.
Bleating
They'll call.
I've left60 messages. I said itwas an emergency.
Whywould Nayman askyou ifyou like sex and travel?
I mean,w-w-what is it even supposed to mean?
Thatyou fool around orsomething? Isthat-- Isthat--
I tellyou thiswhole, long debacle, and thisyou have a problem with?
Yeah.Yeah, I do, because I think thatwhenyou asksomeone...
-who is involved in a relationship ofthe heart... - Uh-huh?Yeah?
ifthey like sex and travel, thatthat's-- that's m-m-mean-spirited.
It's-- It's-- It's stupid. And I'll tellyou this. We're not running anymore.
No, no, no, no, no. So donewith the running.
Justthe packing and the running and the--
Sooneror later, that phone is gonna ring.
We are goingto get your passport in order...
andyou are gonna put thatgun in Margolese's hand where it belongs.
Nayman isfucking Margolese. That has got nothingto dowith us.
Bythe grace ofGod or I don't knowwhat, honey,
you have managed to ForrestGump yourwaythrough this.
Andjust, ifwe run now,
we're gonna be running the restofour lives.
Wewantour life back.
Yes, baby,we do.
Speaking Spanish
Jerry] No, no, no, thatcan'tberight. Couldyoujustcheckagain?
Ow! Baby, don't. Margolese.
""M"" as in Mary.
Baby, canyou turn thatdown? You don'teven speakSpanish, sweetheart.
Real emotion transcends language,Jerry.
You don't haveto understand thewordsto heartheir pain.
No,that's impossible. That's--
Doyou knowwhen? Ay-yi-yi.
No, no, all right. All right.
Margolese is out. He gotoutthis morning. He's out.
Whatthe hell is going on? He's notsupposed to be out till Thursday.
It isThursday, hon.
DogBarking]
-What is it? -Shh. Come on.
Juststayaway from thewindow.
Shit. Shit.
Here, give me it.
Good one.
What is it, boy?
Hey.i
Hey, man, getoutofthere.
Clattering]
Muttering In Spanish
Come on, man. You'refreaking me out.
Whistles
Huh?
Ow.
Whereyou taking me?
It's notyourfault you know nothing aboutthis gun.
You'reAmerican. This gun does not belongtoyou.
Bleating
ManChatteringlnSpanish]
DoorOpens
Whispering In Spanish
Mr. Margolese.
Well, I-I-- I don't understand.
What's itgonna take, Jerry?
What?
Forthe gun,Jerry.
What's itgonna take foryou to give itto me and notto another?
You don't-- Man!
What'll ittake?
You know, I-- I don't knowwhat ittakes. I'm new in the ""fuckyou"" business.
-You tell me, Mr. Margolese. Whatdoes ittake? -ldidn'tfuckyou,Jerry.
I had Nayman sendyou down here, but I didn't know hewas lookingfora buyer.
When I found out hewas lookingfora buyer, I didn't knowwho on myteam was...
still on myteam, oreven iftherewas a goddamn team.
Stammers Whothefuckarethese guys?
Theyworkforthis man, Tropillo.
Andwhothefuckis Tropi- Youknowwhat?Notevenimportant.
You give me one good reason why I shouldn'tfightto mydeath to notgiveyou the gun.
Believeyoume, ifitcomesto that, someonehere'sgonnaleave thisroommissinganear...
or not being able tofuckanymore.
One reason, nowthatyou letme knowwhatyou think I'm made of.
Chuckling
Areyou a fatalist,Jerry?
Uh, I never really thoughtabout it.
Porfavor. Gracias.
Whenyou dothinkabout it, aboutthatafternoon that you smashed into my life,
into mycar,
everthinkthere's anythingtothat?
I honestly never thoughtabout it.
Because ofthatafternoon, I'm doomed to remember...
a simple backwards inmate with a paperclipping.
Whenyou're injail, a small box,
you learn a lotabout thefellayou're in a cagewith.
lgrewtolove thatboy, likehe wasmyownson.
But hewas his.
One daythe boycameto me with a paperclipping.
""This is mydestiny. This is my birthright.""
Itwas a story aboutthe pistol--
howtheyfound it in the mines stashed away.
When I asked why itmeantso much to him,
the story hetold changed my life.
Spanish]
Tropillo'sSon's Voice] Thenightbefore thenobleman'sarrival,
theassistantcouldnotsleep,
hisheartinachingpain.
Shouting In Spanish
Theday was uponhim when thegunsmith wouldpresent...
hisgifttothenobleman andhisson.
Thenobleman'sson was anotoriously vicioussoldier,
worldlyandwicked.
Forhim, hisfatherdemanded somethingmorebeautiful,
moreperfectthanhe'dever laideyesonbefore.
Butnothing, no wordsordescription couldhavegivenjusticetoit...
orhavepreparedhim forthatgun'sflawlessgrace.
Continues]
Whenthenobleman'sson sawhisintendedbride-to-be,
it wasloveatfiirstsight.
Thenobleman'ssontook themighty weaponintohishands.
Aperfectfiit.
ltdidnotwork.
Thenoblemantookit asabadomen.
Thecursehadrenderedit uselessin unworthyhands.
Thegunsmith urgedhim totryitonelasttime, andsohedid.
Thenobleman wasinsulted bytheineptness, angry with thepoorgunsmith.
Theyargued.
Whenthenobleman'sson realizedthatherheartbelonged tothepoor, simple assistant,
amanfarless thanhe, he wasfuriousinanger.
Hecouldnothave that.
Theassistant, realizing that evenifthegunshould work,
she wouldcertainlydienext,
beggedhisloveto withdraw andaccepttheirfate.
NoAudible Dialogue
Somesayyoucouldactually hearherheartbreak.
Shefearlesslysurrendered herbitterspirit untopurgatory.
ChurchBellsRinging]
Thepistolcontains herdamnedsoul.
Margolese Dayafterday I would listen tothatstory.
Andalwayshe wouldtellme, "Whenlgetout,
""I will find that pistol and I will return itto myfather,
whosefather'sfather hadcraftedthegun. "
Eighteen months later, hetook it in the bellyforme.
He died.
I vowed to search, acquirethe pistol and return itto hisfather.
Mygrandson Beck, headstrong boy.
Sure, hewas mixed up. He didn't understand the honor...
behind what I was doing.
That'swhen it became clearto me I had to sendyou down here.
Becauseyouwere theinstrument in thesituation,Jerry.
His son is dead.
Mygrandson is dead.
All ofit broughttogether bythatafternoon atour intersection.
Well,that--
that's a... prettygood fucking reason.
Speaking Spanish
You are a soldierofGod.
SpeakingSpanish]
Shewill be safethere, rightthere,
and she can fly with the angels.
Nodevils cancatchherhere, righthere,
andnowshe willbeable tofly with theangels.
We square?
I'll oweyou.
Ringing
Jerry, honey?
Nayman I betthis isthe queen ofthe idiot.Am I right?
This must be Sam. This is Bernie Nayman.
Where'sthatstupid fuckingJerry? With Leroy? Chewing
Don'tyou meanWinston?
I hope not, 'cause he's dead.
Thenyou're in a lotoftrouble.
Especially ifJerry sold thatgun.
-Jerry hid it. -Astep in the rightdirection.
Areyou there, Sam?
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, metoo.
Jerry]Nayman.i
Where is she? What haveyou donewith her?
-BangingOn Trunk] -Sam?
-Jerry, getmeout.i - Don'tshoot. She's in thetrunk!
- I swearto God, ifyou've hurt her-- -Well, it is hot in there.
- Let herout! -You give methe pistol and I'll let herout.
All right.All right, Nayman, where arethe keys?
I might have lostthem.
Well,you're shitoutofluck, because she'sthe onlyone who knowswherethe pistol is.
Oh. Chuckles
Sam, no!
- Putthatdown.You'll damage it. -You shutthefuck up!
Sam, do not-- I repeat-- do not pull thattrigger, baby. No, no, no.
I will-- I will pull thisfuckingtrigger.
You toastthatgun, he's dead rightafter.
Sweets.
Putthe gun down. Okay?
Putit down.
Whispering It's notworth it. Okay?
He's right, it's notworth it.
Don'tyou know when enough is enough?
Baby.
- Doyou like sex and travel? - Moans
As a matteroffact, I do.
Wrong answer.
ChurchBells Chiming]
Sweetheart?
Groaning
Wejustwitnessed a miracle.
Oh, myGod. Oh, myGod.
-Areyou all right, hon? -Areyou okay?
Am I okay? Yeah, I'm okay.You okay?
Yeah?
- May I? - Itwould be our honor.
Yeah.
Seal it.
Engine Starts
Samantha] Doyouloveme,Jerry?
I adoreyou, sweetheart.
Then tell me itagain.
- Baby, I've alreadytoldyou threetimes. -Justone moretime, please.
Please. Please.
Sighs
The pistol was crafted fora noble man bya poor Mexican gunsmith.
- Nobleman. - Hmm?
- It's nobleman, not noble man. Oneword, nottwo. -Whatdid I say?
That'swhat I-- Whatdifference does itmake?
- Itdoesn'tmake a difference, honey. Go on with the story. -Whydoyou haveto correctme?
- It's nobleman. English isyourmothertongue. - I'm calling a time-out!
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Samantha Whispering] lloveyou,Jerry.