** [Spanish]
[Car Horns Honking]
[Crash]
[Radio Announcer] ... degrees in downtown Los Angeles right now.
Here with the traffic...
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 off atme? 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 I directyourcall?
- Yes, he is. I'll putyou through. - Hey, Estelle.
- [Sighs] - Is 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.
- [Crying] - Shh. See? See?
- Whatare you scaring the kid for? - See?
- L-I was just... - Did you getthatfucking passport?
- Yes. - [Crying]
- I have issues. - Issues, Jerry.
It 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. - It's every fuckin'time.
And... I can certainly understand that perspective.
Uh, but I've been having some personal problems,
uh, with my life.
My girlfriend, she's a great girl, butshe has complaints.
I don't have complaints, butshe has complaints. If you wantto knowthe truth...
I can't even believe this, butwe go to a group.
So, lastweek...
when you guys told me to pick up the thing atthe thing,
well, Samantha says she needs the carto pick up some things.
And, I don't have to tellyou boys, I mean, things got heated, right?
And she hid them.
She hid them.
[Sighs]
Oh, th-the keys. She hid them.
She... You know, and I couldn't getto the thing on time,
and itall gotmessed up, and I think thatmaybe...
maybe some things aren'tmeantto happen.
Jerry, you're a fucking moron.
Here are your options. Number one, I rollyou up to the neck in a carpet,
stuffyou in the back ofa sedan and lightyou on fire with gasoline.
- You with me? Choice one. - Yeah.
Numbertwo. You like sex and travel?
Do you like to have sex? Do you like to travel?
You geton a flightto 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, buta trip right now...
He asked foryou. You wantme to call his cell block and let him knowyou can't go?
Because I'll call. I'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 fucking task. You write it down.
Roll up yoursleeves, forChrist's sake!
- Get involved! - Ow!
The kid's name is Beck. He's gotthis 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?
Lastchance. I'm telling you, the last.
Even he's getting tired of your shit. He told me so.
I'll take care ofit, Bernie.
Vaya con Dios, motherfucker. You're in coach.
[Yelps] Baby, whatare you doing?
You said this was your last job, Jerry!
What do you wantme to say? I'm sorry I can'tfacilitate that request.
The old ladywants me to quit. Fuck off. Huh?
Yes! Something like that! Like exactly!
I'm not in insurance, sweetie!
You geton that plane, you will never, never, ever see me again.
You got me? We talked about this. I told you...
I wanted us to go to Las Vegas forme.
- Notyou, no. Me. - Baby, you're overreacting. Okay?
Don't do that! Don'tyou do that! Don't diminish my needs!
Sweetheart, I don't have a choice. I gotta go.
- I go down there. I come right back. - I, I, I, I, I!
- I wonderwhatthe group would have to say aboutthat. - No!
You cannot use thatagainstme! We are noteven 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'twant to get married to me, and this is the way thatyou're dealing with it!
Huh? You're back to the same old selfish,
self-involved, vile,
- disgusting self! - Oh, God. You are...
You're missing the grand design here! If I don't go, I'm dead.
Yeah. And it's a little difficult to carry on a relationship...
if I'm stuffed with straw and formaldehyde.
- Now, if anyone... anyone is being selfish... - Oh! Nowyou blame-shift?
- You are blame-shifting? - Stop the analyzing!
- [Screeching] I'm calling a time-out! - Ah!
- [Muttering] - [Muttering]
All right.
Jerry, I wantyou to acknowledge...
thatmy needs mean nothing to you and you are a selfish prick and a liar.
- Oh, my God! - Jerry, acknowledge.
L... Okay.
I will acknowledge that I promised I would go to Vegas with you.
But nowwe're just slightly delayed.
If you wantto construe mywanting to stay alive as being selfish,
well, then, okay.
But I have every intention of going with you,
because your needs are very importantto me, sweetheart.
Come on.
Look at all my stuffhere, all overthe pavement.
Come on, baby. Huh?
What do you say?
Okay?
I'm going with orwithoutyou, 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!
** [Mariachi]
** [Singing In Spanish]
[Automated Telephone Instructions In Spanish]
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 frontthere, a shuttle will pick you up and take you to your car.
Hey, what kind of car is itexactly?
It's a Chrysler. Brand-new, sir.
Is there a problem, Mr. Welbach?
You know, it's my firsttrip to Mexico, and, well, a Chrysler?
I mean, I 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] Yourfirsttime? - Yeah.
Wow. Exciting. [Spanish]
Huh?
[Spanish]
Yeah, Speedy Gonzales.
Let's see whatwe can do foryou.
Oh, I think I have justthe thing.
Howwould you like an El Camino?
Ooh. I like that. That's good. Yeah.
[Speaking Spanish] Raoul!
[Spanish]
No, no, no, no, no. [Spanish]
Uno, dos, tres. Manuel.
[Engine Rewing]
Yeah, man. El Camino.
* El Camino El Camino **
[Woman Speaking Spanish]
** [Humming]
* In my El Camino **
[Truck Horn Blares]
** [Mariachi]
[Shouting In Spanish]
[Shouting, Cheering]
[Fireworks Exploding, Whistling]
Fucker.
[Firecrackers Exploding]
[Bullets Fall]
[People Shouting, Laughing]
[Fireworks Continue]
[Clatter]
You are in the wrong place, America.
Yeah, I'm aware ofthat.
Whatyou 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'tsee a hoe.
You a bandido, America?
Uh, no. Uh, actually I'm looking for a Senor Beck.
Senor Beck?
Right.
Okay?
[TV: Spanish]
- You Beck? - [Men Cheer]
- I knowwho 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'tAmerica. You wanta drink?
- Yeah, all right. - Sit down.
Uh, is somebody using this chair?
So I guess you wantto see it, right?
- Yeah. - You want to see it, don'tyou?
Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.
Hey.
You knowwhat? Come with me.
- [Clatter] - Sorry. Sorry.
This is whatthey call the Mexican.
Wow. Yeah. That's pretty.
Are you shitting me? Yeah, it's pretty.
- Can I? - Uh-huh.
Itwas made for a wealthy landowner, 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 townspeople waited three months to catch the first glimpse ofthe pistol.
Finally the day had come. No one had ever laid eyes on a more beautiful gun.
Itwas everything they thought itwould be.
Some even thought itwas too beautiful to look at.
Itwas 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 forthe hand ofa nobleman.
The townsman was in a trance at the gun's flawless craftsmanship.
It backfired, killing him instantly.
[Church Bell Tolling]
Legend has itthat it's been cursed ever since.
But it hasn't harmed me any though, you know.
I just... I love to look at it.
[Whispers] Letme showyou something. Look atthat. There's a bullet in there.
Handmade. Hand-fucking-made.
You don'teven wantto know whatthis gun is worth.
[Guns Firing]
[Shouting In Spanish]
We could sell that gun, man.
- [Urinating] - It's a great fucking gun.
And I'm not ust talking shit either.
You don't have to be a... Fuck.
I've been pissin' on myself. Fuck.
Anyway, the old man is nothing to be afraid of.
As a matter offact, uh, just lastweek I told him to fuck off.
- Yeah, you did. - That's what I said too!
I said, ''Fuck off, Margolese, you old prune shit-ass! ''lfyou...
[Firecrackers Exploding]
Come on, fella. Get up. Huh?
Man, you're soaked in your own urine. Don'tmake me carry you.
Hey! Ah, this is my life.
All right.
Yeah, baby. I gotthe 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. L-I heard you.
How?
Bad luck, actof God, the fuck if I know.
There's all these maniacs shooting goddamn guns up into 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 nota 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.
Whatthe fuck did I have to do with it? One minute he's pissin' himself,
the next he's gota mouth full of concrete.
Don'teven move, okay? I'm gonna geton the phone to the office right now.
We'll getme on a plane. I'll get down there and help you straighten shitout.
Ted, you've gotta getword to the old man. I didn't knowwho he was.
- Okay. Justsittight, 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 thatfuckin'Welbach.
[Radio] * You keep sayin' you gotsomethin'for me *
* Something you call love But confess *
* You've been a-messin'where you shouldn't been a-messin'*
[Mall P.A.] * And now someone else is gettin'all your best*
- * These boots are made forwalkin'* - [Slurping]
* And that's justwhat they'll do *
*One ofthese days these boots are gonna walk all overyou *
* You keep lyin'when you ought to be truthin'*
- [Slurping] - * And you keep losin' when you ought to not bet*
- [Slurping] - [Slurping]
* You keep samin'when you ought to be a-changin'*
* Nowwhat's right is right*
* Butyou ain't been rightyet*
* These boots are made forwalkin'*
* And that's justwhat they'll do *
*One ofthese days these boots are gonna *
* Walk all overyou *
- * Yeah * - [Slurps]
[Faintly] * You keep lyin'when you ought to be truthin'*
* You keep losin' when you ought to not bet*
* You keep samin'when you ought to be a-changin'*
* Nowwhat's right is right*
* Butyou ain't been rightyet*
- * These boots are... * - [Flushing]
*One ofthese days these boots are gonna *
[Muffled Screaming]
You need to know straightout, I don'tstand for any motherfuckin' shit.
- Mm-hmm. - Mm-mm.
No shitatall.
Understand, this is what you're gonna do.
- You're gonna stop crying. - [Crying]
And you're gonna walk outof here with me.
Can you feel me, Sam?
- Mmm. - Good.
[DoorOpens]
- * I just found me a brand-new box ofmatches * - Shh.
[Whispers] Stay.
* What he knows you ain't had time to learn *
* These boots are made forwalkin'*
* And that's justwhat they'll do *
*One ofthese days these boots *
* Are gonna walk all overyou *
* Are you ready, 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! - Where's your car?
- Where's yourfucking 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. - Justopen up...
I'm not good in cars.
- [Tires Squealing] - [Truck Horn Honking]
She told me, Don't go. I don'twantyou on that highway alone, by yourself.
I said, It'll be fine, Mom. Itwill be okay. But it's not, is it?
- I'm dead. - Well, you're not dead.
You would have been dead if I hadn'tsaved your life.
Would you rather itwas you back there?
I 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 suspectthe same thing as that guy back there.
The pistol.
The pistol thatJerry's havin' a hard time coming back from Mexico with all ofa sudden.
- Jerry? - I work for Bernie Nayman,
who works for Arnold Margolese.
- Now, you heard ofthese people. - Yeah, I've heard ofthem.
- Then you knowyour husband Jerryworks forthem. - No.
- Well, he does. - I knowthe selfish, no-good, prick liarworks forthem.
He isn'tmy husband.
Well, whatever he is to you, Jerry is in the shit books.
When you're as deep in the shit asJerry is, you get a little skittish aboutyourfuture.
Clouds your judgement.
There's a lotof people interested in that gun.
So whatwe got here is he who controls the girl...
controls the pistol sort of a situation.
I am a hostage?
You blewthat guy to pieces for a fucking gun?
This is soJerry. All right, look.
Sit down. Sit down.
Um...
Uh, uh...
[Clears Throat] Look.
Erry and I broke up, so ifhe's doing...
I don't knowwhat 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 everything turns outfine andJerry comes through withoutthis all getting funky,
I don'tthink 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!
Hyah!
Come on, buddy. Come on. Okay? Justyou and me. Yeah.
Go!
Go. Oh! You're such an ass.
Whatare you... No, no, no.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn'tmean... - [Braying]
Fuck!
[Panting]
[Horn Honks]
Hey!
- [Speaking Spanish] - Buenas noches.
- Buenas nachos. - Um, I need a lift to the nexttown in yourtruck.
[Spanish]
I need a ride... in your automobile to the nexttown.
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! - AI otro pueblo. Okay.
- Yes? - Senor De Niro.
Self - winding, man. You never have to wind it. It's very fine.
Yeah. Shake like... Perpetual calendar.
It's good.
Is this even gonna run?
Yeah?
- Hey, buddy. Is thatyour 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 for Samantha fromJerry Welbach.
- There's no one there, sir. - [Jerry] Give ita 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 ita second. She's there...
Whatare you doing?
- Gonna make a phone call. - To whom?
ToJerry.
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 knowwhere he is. He's in Mexico. You should have the number.
Whatare you tellin' me? You don't have a number, a motel, hotel, nothing?
What's the matter, don'tyou listen? We broke up. No longertogether.
Why would I have the number?
- [ReceiverSlams] - [Coins Clatter]
I'm sensing you have trust issues.
You gotone minute.
I'm a professional. I do this for a living.
Goody foryou.
- ** [Radio Playing] - You're wasting yourtime.
* 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, butyou have to have the hands...
which I do.
I gotthem 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 withJerry?
Do you knowJerry?
Jerry has trouble expressing his feelings.
He had a really fucked-up childhood. His mom is nuts.
One ofthose people who thinks the iron is always on.
Don'tyou love him?
I think that's the problem. We love each othertoo much.
But he's just... He's so selfish.
And it's like we've been living his life forever.
He'd tellyou a differentstory altogether, but I give and I give, and he just keeps taking.
Our counselortotally agrees with me, by the way. [Chuckles]
I don't putmuch stock in those weirdo counselortypes.
All they do is sit around in bare feet and smoke joints.
Maybe that's true, but it doesn'tchange the factthat Jerry's a taker and I'm a giver.
It's obvious.
You know, a lotof people are underthe impression that you getto 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.
- It's all that matters. - * You're nobody *
* Till somebody loves you *
You're a very sensitive person for a coldblooded killer.
- * So find yourselfsomebody * - Thank you, 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 my stuff? Where's my stuff?
Get back! Where's my stuff?
- Pistol. Pistolero. Get back. - Pistola.
- [Spanish] - Get back!
Stay calm. Get back, get back!
Don'tmove. Whatthe 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! What is wrong with you people?
Get back.
[Whistles]
- [Sam] You don't have to be in here. - Well, I go by track record.
- Besides, I don't hear any tinkle, tinkle. - Stage fright.
Look around, there's noteven a window.
So what's with this we've been livin' his life forever thing?
Afigure ofspeech. I didn't mean it literally.
Jerry's been working for Margolese forfive years less a day.
It just feels lifelong.
- Sounds like jail terms. - It is.
Arnold Margolese is in jail becauseJerry put him there.
Jerry ratted out Arnold Margolese?
No. Jerry was coming across Ventura. You know, overthere 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 gotsentto jail? - Mm-hmm.
- Live person or dead person? - Live person.
Huh. What's the big deal, then?
He probablywasn't gonna stay thatway.
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 itwas this guy saw...
orwas going to say to the cops, he gotthe chance.
And since itwas technically Jerry's fault, Margolese had him work offthe jail time.
- [Chuckles] - You see, mywhole relationship has been hijacked...
because he doesn't pay attention when he drives.
L... I can't go with you in here.
[Urinating]
[Man] We didn'tthink 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 leastyou owe me the rightto know...
who it is that's going to send me to God.
Tell me!
Look, I'm not gonna killya.
But I am gonna have to shootyou.
Butwhy, sir? Why?
Why? Why? Because you stole from me,
and you know aboutthe pistol and you're just gonna steal again.
And I can't have you coming back in this situation like a fly in the ointment.
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 getto the nexttown,
- especially if you're limping. - Wait, wait. Limping?
Can'tyou justtie me up some more? I mean, fuck! You shootme? Tie me!
Yeah. I don't have a rope.
So you shootme?
It's the American way.
Where do you want it?
- Okay. - No, notthe 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. Notthe left.
Sorry. On the countofthree.
- One. - [Screams]
Look, I'm agreeing with you. Butthere's a fewways to look at it.
Now, sex is, no matterwhatanybody says,
a very important part of any relationship.
The factthatJerry is a considerate lover says a lot.
- You lostme. - 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 justthe 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... - Whatwas that?
What?
That. Thatmomentyou had.
Whatmoment?
Leroy, you justchecked out that guy and had a moment.
Thatwas a... moment.
I don't know if itwas 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.
Exceptsomething thatyou said back there really bugged me,
and this would kind of help itmake sense.
Yeah? What's that?
I asked if you were gonna rape me, and you said, Not likely.
You said itso matter-of-fact, like I was repulsive...
and itwas ludicrous to think that I was actually at risk of you wanting to have sex with me.
Firstof all, it's a crime of anger, notattraction.
And second of all, you're not repulsive. You're very beautiful.
Thank you.
- You wantme to rape ya? - Are you gay?
- You wantme to rape ya? - You're gay.
[Laughs] You're gay. I knew it!
Oh, I so knew it. Ljust knew it. Whata relief.
What do you want, a medal? You wanta little trinketsaying 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 nottrying to be a smart-ass or anything like that.
Ljust... ljustthink thatthis is great.
Wow. This is...
This is... major, okay?
- I knowthe kind of people in your business. Okay? - Yeah?
And to me, itseems that,
well, being gay isn't really...
conducive to the environment.
Oh. Like I should be an interior decorator. That's insulting.
- I am very good atwhat I do. - Do you have a boyfriend?
No, I don't.
Unfortunately, I seem to be unable to keep...
relationships together.
Seems like everybody's having trouble keeping relationships together.
[Phone Ringing]
It's ringing, senor.
Thank you forthat.
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.
Lfthis is my guy in need, I'm on myway. Find yourway to the Hotel de la Plaza.
Waitforme there. Okay? Sittight.
Okay, okay. Forget aeropuerto.
Uh, Hotel de la Plaza.
[Dog Barking]
- [Muttering In Spanish] - Hola.
- Is this your dog? - Sort of.
Came along forthe ride.
He does have a personality, and thatcertainly 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?
Afew days. Pleasure.
I see. Pleasure, huh?
- Yeah. - I see. Can you tell me,
uh, what happened here?
That's not accurate, I'm afraid.
The gunsmith did craftthis pistol for a prospective husband,
and he was a nobleman's son, true.
Butthe motifwas darker, my friend.
It'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...
thatwould yield the most beautiful gun that everexisted,
only to discoverthatwhat he hoped would be a wedding gift for him,
was foranother.
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 ofunparalleled craftsmanship,
the nobleman's dowry hanging in the balance.
He worked day and night to correct the pistol's problems.
[Bullet Ricocheting]
[Church Bell Tolling]
This gun neverworked properly.
Some say its very creation ended the gunsmith's life.
Well, my friend, you're free to go, butwithoutthe gun.
This gun doesn't belong to you orto your boss.
Now it belongs to me.
[Man] Yeah, Vegas. Itcan be tough thatway.
- [Samantha] Expensive? - [Man] Yeah, emotionally.
Let's justsay that I had a serious relationship problem.
Oh. You fit right in here.
What do you do now, Frank?
Now, I am... a postman.
Getoutof here.
- That's so rigid. - Swearto God. No, come on.
- There's a seedy underbelly to the postal service. - Is thatthe key to it?
And that's the key.
You have no idea how many small, unmarked brown paper packages I 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 ljustwalk outthe front door and I know I'm going to Vegas.
I just don't know how.
All I've got is mywallet and an attitude.
I don't know, it keeps me sane.
After all, guns don't kill people.
Postal workers do.
[Muttering In Spanish]
Okay, you're all set, Mr. Shurker.
If you go to the frontthere, a shuttle will take you to your car.
What kind of car 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.
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 lotoffucking people are interested in that gun.
No fucking way. Is thatwhatthey 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 goddamn portion here. - Yeah, and what is that?
To find outwhat's going on, assess the damage, try to calm you down,
help find the pistol, get us home.
I tellyou something, I geton that plane, pistol or not,
that'll be the last fucking flight I evertake.
- Oh, come on, Jerry. - Come on, Jerry? You know it.
- I knowwhat I'm supposed to know. - Just doing yourfucking part.
- I knowwhat I'm supposed to know! - You hearyourself?
You sound like fucking Schultz from Hogan's Heroes.
- [German Accent] I know nothing! - Goddamn it, Jerry!
I'm notcrazy about Nayman running things any more than you are.
But I gota fewyears on you, and I'm telling you, the thing to do is keep your nose clean,
- look straightahead and do whatyou'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'tcare howyou look at it.
The firststep outofthis is to getthe pistol back.
I nevertook a payoff in my life.
Jerry, look. I knowwhere your loyalties lie.
Butthe 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 ifwe want to *
* We've got all your life and mine *
*Justas long as we abuse it Never gonna lose it*
* Everything will work out right*
* I say, we can dance ifwe want to *
* We can leave yourfriends behind *
* 'Cause yourfriends don't dance and ifthey don't dance *
* Well, they're no friends ofmine *
* I say, we can dance We can dance Everything's out ofcontrol *
* We can dance We can dance *
* They're doing it from pole to pole *
* We can dance We can dance Everybody look atyour hands *
- ** [Stops] - Notthe safest dance.
[Clears Throat]
I'm not going anywhere.
We are in the city where I'm going to be living.
[Whispers] Go.
Go.
What's wrong? Huh?
[Sighs]
You knowwhen you're in a bad relationship and you separate?
All of a sudden, everywhere you look there'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 wantme to stay?
I wantyou to go.
You sure?
I reallywantyou to go.
[Handcuffs Locking]
[Snoring]
[Ted] I couldn'tsleep all night.
Yeah. No, he said he followed the cop to the pawn shop.
He's taking me overthere after breakfast.
We're booked on the 7:00, if all goes well.
No, nowwait... No... No, you waita minute, Nayman.
Nowwhat do you gotta go and say that for?
Well, now or later?
How could I misinterpret?
No, Bernie. You didn'tsend the wrong guy. I'm handling things.
But I neversigned up forthat.
Listen, I promise you, when I tell him itwill 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 knowyou're angry with me, but, uh,
you know, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone.
Okay?
I think she actually wentto Vegas.
I keep telling you, Jerry, these women are problems, you know.
You should try to be like me. I answerto myself.
No hassles, nobody ridin' my ass like a goddamn horse in a saddle. Free.
Ted, you keep yourself closed off...
so you have no shot atmeeting the rightwoman.
Anywoman can be the right woman ifthe numbers work and you're willing.
No way. Notme.
You settle. You open yourself up. You become vulnerable.
What's this 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 were fucking this up, told him to putsomebody on Sam to keep an eye.
- In case... - In case?
In case I getany funny ideas. And you're justtelling me this now?
- Don't break my balls. There's otherthings to consider. - Like what?
Like that gun is worth a lotof money. People knowyou have it. Sam could be in danger.
No shit. Who did they puton her?
- You don't know him, but it's safe to say you know of him. - Who?
- It's thatfucking psycho Leroy from Minnesota. - Leroy!
Nayman had to do it, Jerry. Itwas an order. Margolese would know if he didn't.
Wait.
They're justtrying to scare me.
Well, thatwould sure do itforme.
We've all heard the kidney story, Jerry.
Nayman wants us on that 7:00 flightto Vegas, pistol in tow,
no ifs, ands or buts.
They'll meet us atthe airport, and then this Leroy guywill 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]
[Knocking]
** [Singers Harmonizing]
[Knocking]
* Why can'twe be friends *
* I've seen you 'round fora long, long time *
* I really remembered you when you drank my wine *
* Why can'twe be friends *
* I seen you walking down in Chinatown *
- [Shower Running] - * I called you but you could not look around *
* Why can'twe be friends *
* Why can'twe be friends **
Atfirst, I thoughtthis guy is all right.
And then I'm thinking he's more than all right, he's terrific.
Butthere's no way he's gonna feel the same way aboutme.
Then I find out he does.
Then I'm thinking...
what happens when he finds out what I do...
and who I am and what I've done?
So, who am I kidding, right? Let's getserious.
Whatare you gonna do about it?
[Sighs] That's the thing. I didn't have to do anything.
It happened absentof mywill 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'tmatter.
It's the future thatcounts.
Leroy.
See, life can change.
People can change.
I haven'tcried in 12 years.
Whatare you lookin' at?
Don't look atme like that. You're makin' itworse.
Whatare 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.
Whatwas itover, the lasttime you cried?
Let's talk about that.
Oh, yeah, that'll bring the sun rightout.
[Ted] I heard itwas this guy Leroy's mother. That's what I heard.
Okay, that's what we call bullshit.
If I told one guy atthe nextconvention...
thatyou keptyourmother cut up in the freezer forfive years,
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, my God.
Whatare you so worried about then if you think he's all blowhard and bullshit?
I met Leroy once, in Minnesota. Itwas for all oftwo 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'tcare.
Whatconcerns 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 letanything happen, okay, Jerry? I'm here.
Thanks, Ted. I feel perfectly safe.
[Bell On DoorJingling]
- 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 knowwhat 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 outof 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 lostyourmind?
Whatwere you talking abouton the phone?
- Jerry, willyou putthe gun away? - Was itto off me?
Is thatwhatyou 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...
Butyou're just doing your portion.
Isn'tthat how itworks, Ted?
Seventeen portions left for Boca... Boca Raton. Right?
I wouldn't do that portion. Come on, I swear!
On one hand, they tellyou to bring me in. On the other hand, they tellyou to take me out.
Why are you being told two contradicting things?
- You don't ask a question? - L-ljust... l... I don't know.
- You don'tthink that's a little weird? - Yeah, it's... it's weird.
Right! Because something's going on. What is it?
Exactly. You don't know, 'cause you're just doing yourfucking part.
Well, I'm not going down because you don't know!
See my predicament?
You're my guy, Ted.
[Handcuffs Locking]
You're my guy, Jerry.
[Gunshot-type Noises]
[Siren Wailing]
Hold on. What happened here?
Someone killed themselves. Swan dive, rightoffthe balcony.
Come on.
Juststay back.
Go.
Thank you very much. Sorry to have disturbed you.
[Man] Hotel security.
[Sobs]
No.
Please, no.
[Loud Knocking]
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. Justme and mywife. 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 knowthat?
You're well dressed, I'll give you that, butstupid.
[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 knowwhat 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.
- Ljust need to see your passport. - Yeah.
- I'm afraid there's been a mistake. - What?
No! No!
Mr. Shurker most probably has yours.
[Leroy] I told you in the beginning, ifJerry comes through...
and nothing gets funky, everything will be all right.
- Well, shit got funky. - Why isn't he here? Why? Why?
Why don'tyou give me a second? I'm trying to getthe fucking story here, all right?
Justtake iteasy and stop acting like a kidnapped chick on a carton of milk.
Hmm. Yeah.
You're right. This is an offerforthe gun.
Yeah. I can see howthis looks.
I've just been trying to getsome, you know, better numbers together.
You have no intention of giving the gun to Margolese, do you, Bernie?
Look, Bobby. You know, I knowthatyou're loyal.
And that's good. I mean, nobody's debating that.
Letme 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 getthe 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.
Letme help you geton the rightside ofthe line...
and do foryou what he should've done, Bobby.
He's changed in prison.
I'm telling you, something's changed him.
- He's notthe same guy. - [DoorOpens]
They're still holding. What do you wantme to tell 'em?
Can I counton 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 airsick.
[Muttering]
Get in the car.
- Hola, hola, senor. - Hola, Senor Welbach.
Yeah. Has the U.S. Consulate, have they called back yet?
- 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 not gonna move.
SenorWelbach, you see thatman overthere?
[Jerry] Yeah.
- That's Mr. Williamson. - So?
He's been waiting forthatvery 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 offact he's right here.
Senor, it's foryou.
Oh. Oh. Hey. Yes, hello?
You bastard. Hello? Like, Hello, my life is great. Everything is fine.
- Sam? - La, la, la. I thoughtyou could be dead.
I've been worried sick, and you answerthe 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 aboutthe gun. - Is... Is that Leroy?
- Did he fucking touch you? - Do you have any idea...
what I have been through these lastfew days, hmm?
Whateveryou've been through, multiply it by a thousand times.
- You'll have some vague conception ofwhere I'm at. - Oh, oh, oh!
- Isn'tthattypical, 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'tcare aboutthat. 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'tthink that you really classify...
someone who you just perpetrated a killing with a complete fucking stranger!
And letme tellyou something. I can'tfind my Kotex cards...
- ormy credit pads! - Sam, what did you say?
- All right, Jerry, justsettle down. - Hey! What'd you do to her?
Jerry, justsettle down. Okay?
- Yeah. - We had a slightsituation, but itshould occurto you...
that I'm a professional and I knowwhat I'm doing.
- So why don'twe alljust chill outa minute here? - [Woman Speaking Over P.A.]
- Nowfirstof all, what happened? Did you get lost? - Yeah, five fucking years ago.
- What did you... I can't hearyou. - No, nothing. Nothing.
Nothing. I hope you have something.
Yeah, wellyou just... You don't...
Justmake sure you return her with all ten toes. You hearme?
- I understand. I understand. - Huh?
Justcome down here, pick us up. We'll square things away.
You gota very special woman here, Jerry.
- Butwe all know howyou can get, right? - [Chuckles]
- So, let's not have any ofthat. - 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 importantone, so...
I wantyou to think aboutthe answer before you give itto me, okay?
Okay.
When two people love each other, really love each other, butthey justcan't get ittogether,
when do you getto that 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 the thing aboutme.
I'm a productof my emotions versus being a product of my environment, like him,
which he is, exactly, justthatenvironmental...
l-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 rightanswer here, butthat's not it. - [Scoffs]
Look. In my business, you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
Now, I don'tcare what yourtake 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, butthere's... a calmness to 'em.
And I think thatcomes from the knowledge thatsomebody somewhere loved them...
and cared for'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I see thatfrom time to time, and I am awed by it.
I don'tthink I'd be telling you any ofthis if itwasn'tfor 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 answerto thatquestion is simple, especially in your case.
When do you getto that point where enough is enough?
Never.
Ljust hopeJerry's notstupid.
[Unzipping Suitcase]
What is he driving?
It's a funky rental.
Look, I knowwe're all a little grouchy right now.
We'll getsomething to eat,
you'll getthe pistol and then we'll all go our separate ways.
- Really separate ways. - Now, don'tstart, Sam.
You knowwhat. Shut up. I'll start because I have the right.
Why do you do that? Do nottell me to shut up.
- I count here, Jerry. - We had an agreement, remember?
- Shut up. - Why don'twe all shut up a little bit?
- I swearto God, I will crash this fucking car right now. - Jerry, don't do that.
I will. One more word outof you. Anotherword, Sam. One more word.
- I swearto fucking God. - Naugahyde.
- All right. - [Sam] All right, Jerry!
- Are you finished? - Yes!
- You gonna shut up? - Yes, yes, yes!
Jerry, I will, I will!
[Screaming]
Stop the car, Jerry! Stop the car.
[Horn Blaring]
Stop, stop, stop!
Oh, my God!
[Horn Honking]
[Man Yelling In Spanish]
Jerry, I wantyou to know,
you're the craziestfucker I evermet.
You knowwhat? 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]
Letme give ita rip.
Sometimes you need a little more torque, you knowwhat 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. - Whatthe 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?
I'm being set up!
Nayman hires this prick to take out Leroy,
getthe gun and pin itall onJackoffJerry.
Isn'tthat right, Mr. Winston Baldry? Huh? Right!
Well, I met Leroy, Winston, and there's no way you could have known that.
And that's yourmistake. You fucked up.
[Sobs]
I can't believe it.
Every fucking time. Every fucking time.
Notthis time. This time I win.
This time I 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 aboutyour passport? Did you call the consulate?
Yeah.
Do you have enough money?
Yeah, I'm all right.
I wanna ask you a question.
It's a good one, so think about it.
Lftwo people love each other,
butthey justcan'tseem to get ittogether,
when do you getto that point of enough is enough?
Never.
[Bleating]
They'll call.
I've left 60 messages. I said itwas an emergency.
Whywould Nayman ask you if you like sex and travel?
I mean, w-w-what is it even supposed to mean?
Thatyou fool around or something? Is that... Is that...
I tellyou this whole, long debacle, and this you have a problem with?
Yeah. Yeah, I do, because I think thatwhen you ask someone...
- 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 done with the running.
Justthe 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 knowwhat, honey,
you have managed to Forrest Gump yourway through this.
And just, ifwe run now,
we're gonna be running the restof our lives.
We wantour 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'teven speak Spanish, sweetheart.
Real emotion transcends language, Jerry.
You don't have to understand the words to heartheir pain.
No, that's impossible. That's...
Do you 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 is Thursday, hon.
[Dog Barking]
- What is it? - Shh. Come on.
Juststay away from the window.
Shit. Shit.
Here, give me it.
Good one.
What is it, boy?
Hey!
Hey, man, getoutofthere.
[Clattering]
[Muttering In Spanish]
Come on, man. You're freaking me out.
[Whistles]
Huh?
Ow.
Where you taking me?
It's notyourfault you know nothing aboutthis gun.
You're American. This gun does not belong to you.
[Bleating]
[Man Chattering In Spanish]
[Door Opens]
[Whispering In Spanish]
Mr. Margolese.
Well, l-l... I don't understand.
What's it gonna take, Jerry?
What?
Forthe gun, Jerry.
What's it gonna take foryou to give itto me and notto another?
You don't... Man!
What'll ittake?
You know, l... I don't knowwhat ittakes. I'm new in the fuck you business.
- You tell me, Mr. Margolese. What does ittake? - I didn't fuck you, Jerry.
I had Nayman send you down here, but I didn't know he was looking for a buyer.
When I found out he was looking for a buyer, I didn't knowwho on my team was...
still on my team, or even ifthere was a goddamn team.
[Stammers] Who the fuck are these guys?
Theywork forthis man, Tropillo.
And who the fuck is Tropi... You knowwhat? Not even important.
You give me one good reason why I shouldn'tfightto my death to not give you the gun.
Believe you me, ifit comes to that, someone here's gonna leave this room missing an ear...
or not being able to fuck anymore.
One reason, nowthatyou letme knowwhatyou think I'm made of.
[Chuckling]
Are you a fatalist, Jerry?
Uh, I never really thoughtabout it.
Porfavor. Gracias.
When you do think about it, aboutthatafternoon that you smashed into my life,
into my car,
everthink there's anything to that?
I honestly never thoughtabout it.
Because ofthatafternoon, I'm doomed to remember...
a simple backwards inmate with a paper clipping.
When you're in jail, a small box,
you learn a lotabout the fella you're in a cage with.
I grewto love that boy, like he was my own son.
But he was his.
One day the boy came to me with a paper clipping.
This is my destiny. This is my birthright.
Itwas a story aboutthe pistol...
howthey found it in the mines stashed away.
When I asked why itmeantso 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 notsleep,
his heart in aching pain.
[Shouting In Spanish]
The day 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 fatherdemanded something more beautiful,
more perfect than he'd ever laid eyes on before.
But nothing, no words ordescription could have given justice to it...
or have prepared him forthat gun's flawless grace.
** [Continues]
When the nobleman's son saw his intended bride-to- be,
itwas love at firstsight.
The nobleman's son took the mighty weapon into his hands.
Aperfect fit.
It did notwork.
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 far less than he, he was furious in anger.
He could not have that.
The assistant, realizing that even ifthe gun should work,
she would certainly die next,
begged his love to withdraw and accept theirfate.
[No Audible Dialogue]
Some say you could actually hear her heart break.
She fearlessly surrendered her bitterspirit unto purgatory.
[Church Bells Ringing]
The pistol contains herdamned soul.
[Margolese] Day after day I would listen to thatstory.
And always he would tell me, ''When I get out,
I will find that pistol and I will return itto my father,
whose father's father had crafted the gun. ''
Eighteen months later, he took it in the belly forme.
He died.
I vowed to search, acquire the pistol and return itto his father.
My grandson Beck, headstrong boy.
Sure, he was mixed up. He didn't understand the honor...
behind what I was doing.
That's when it became clearto 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 broughttogether by thatafternoon atour 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, rightthere,
and she can fly with the angels.
No devils can catch her here, right here,
and now she will be able to fly with the angels.
We square?
I'll owe you.
[Ringing]
Jerry, honey?
[Nayman] I betthis is the queen ofthe idiot. Am I right?
This must be Sam. This is Bernie Nayman.
Where's thatstupid fuckingJerry? With Leroy? [Chewing]
Don'tyou mean Winston?
I hope not, 'cause he's dead.
Then you're in a lotoftrouble.
Especially ifJerry sold that gun.
- Jerry hid it. - Astep in the right direction.
Are you there, Sam?
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, me too.
[Jerry] Nayman!
Where is she? What have you done with her?
- [Banging On Trunk] - Sam?
- Jerry, get me out! - Don'tshoot. She's in the trunk!
- I swearto 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 lostthem.
Well, you're shitoutof luck, because she's the only one who knows where the pistol is.
Oh. [Chuckles]
Sam, no!
- Putthat down. You'll damage it. - You shutthe fuck up!
Sam, do not... I repeat... do not pull thattrigger, baby. No, no, no.
I will... I will pull this fucking trigger.
You toastthat gun, he's dead rightafter.
Sweets.
Putthe gun down. Okay?
Put it down.
[Whispering] It's notworth it. Okay?
He's right, it's notworth it.
Don'tyou know when enough is enough?
Baby.
- Do you like sex and travel? - [Moans]
As a matter offact, I do.
Wrong answer.
[Church Bells Chiming]
Sweetheart?
[Groaning]
We justwitnessed 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? - Itwould be our honor.
Yeah.
Seal it.
[Engine Starts]
[Samantha] Do you love me, Jerry?
I adore you, sweetheart.
Then tell me itagain.
- Baby, I've already told you three times. - Justone more time, please.
Please. Please.
[Sighs]
The pistol was crafted for a noble man by a poor Mexican gunsmith.
- Nobleman. - Hmm?
- It's nobleman, not noble man. One word, nottwo. - What did I say?
That's what l... What difference does itmake?
- It doesn'tmake a difference, honey. Go on with the story. - Why do you have to correctme?
- It's nobleman. English is yourmothertongue. - I'm calling a time-out!
** [Spanish]
** [Ends]
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- [Man] Raoul! - ** [Spanish, Guitar]
** [Man Singing In Spanish]
** [Singing Continues In Spanish]
** [Ends]
[Samantha Whispering] I love you, Jerry.
THE END Subtitles by: Reklame