Bye.
(Toilet flushing)
Hey, sweets. I keep calling and I haven't heard a word from you.
I'm starting to wonder.
I know you're angry with me, but, uh...
You know, "Ain't no sunshine when she's gone".
OK?
I think she actually went to Vegas.
I keep telling you, these women are problems, you know?
You should try to be like me - I answer to myself.
No hassles, nobody ridin' my ass like a goddamn horse in a saddle. Free.
You close yourself off so you have no shot at meeting the right woman.
Any woman can be the right woman if the numbers work.
No way. Not me.
You settle. You open yourself up. You become vulnerable.
What's the insight into my relationship?
OK, look, Jerry. She is in Vegas.
What?
Hey, shit falls down, you know?
Shit falls down?
Margolese called Nayman all pissed off cos you were fucking this up,
told him to keep an eye on Sam in case...
In case I get any funny ideas. You're just telling me this now?
- There's other things to consider. - Like what?
That gun's worth a lot. People know you have it. Sam could be in danger.
No shit. Who did they put on her?
You don't know him, but you know of him.
- Who? - That fucking psycho Leroy.
- Leroy! - Nayman had to. It was an order.
Margolese would know if he didn't.
Wait.
They're just trying to scare me.
Well, that would sure do it for me.
We've all heard the kidney story, Jerry.
Nayman wants us on that seven o'clock flight, pistol in tow. No buts.
They'll meet us at the airport and then Leroy will take the pistol.
Yeah.
I had to borrow...
Do you mind?
Sleep well? !
Yeah. You?
Who's Winston?
Somebody I don't like very much.
You can have that removed, you know?
Yeah, maybe I will someday.
You wanna get some breakfast?
(# War: "Why Can't We Be Friends?")
(Knocking)
# I've seen you round for a long, long time
# I really remember you when you drank my wine
# Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?
# I seen you walking down in Chinatown
# I called you but you could not look around
# Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends?
# Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? #
At first, I thought this guy is all right.
And then I'm thinking he's more than all right, he's terrific.
But there's no way he's gonna feel the same way about me.
Then I find out he does.
Then I'm thinking...
what happens when he finds out what I do...
and who I am and what I've done?
You know, who am I kidding, right? Let's get serious.
What are you gonna do about it?
That's it. I didn't have to do anything.
It happened absent of my will to consciously make it happen.
Oh, really?
I was a little drunk last night.
I took my gun and I put it in the towels in the bathroom, you know?
And he found it.
And he said, "The past doesn't matter.
"It's the future that counts."
Leroy.
See, life can change.
People can change.
I haven't cried in 12 years.
What are you lookin' at?
Don't look at me like that. You're makin' it worse.
What are you, Barbara Walters?
It's just beautiful.
Let's talk about somethin' else.
- What do you wanna talk about? - Anything. Anything else. Whatever.
What was it over, the last time you cried?
Let's talk about that.
Oh, yeah, that'll bring the sun right out(!)
(Ted) I heard it was this guy Leroy's mother.
OK, that's what we call bullshit.
If I told one guy at the next convention
that you kept your mother cut up in the freezer,
you'd have a reputation too.
Fact or not, it makes no difference.
Jesus, Ted, you can't be so naīīve.
- The guy's a star. - Oh, my God.
Why are you so worried then if you think it's bullshit?
I met Leroy once. It was for all of two seconds.
I shook his hand. He seemed like a nice guy.
Whether or not he lives up to his legend isn't the point.
Or if he sits in his garage soaked in gasoline lighting matches,
I don't care.
What concerns me is he was hired in the first place.
- Are you with me? - Geez, Jerry, you really met him?
Oh, my God!
Ted is not gonna let anything happen, OK? I'm here.
Thanks, Ted. I feel real safe.
- Hola. - I no fuck around, comprende?
Gun, gun, loaded. Bang, bang. You, dead.
Do you have a speech impediment?
- Give me the gun. The pistol. - The pistol?
You know what I'm talkin' about.
- The pistol? - OK, what's your name?
Joe.
Joe, do what he says and we'll be out of here before you know it.
- The pistol, please. - OK.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Come on. Go.
Got it.
Just have a seat right here, amigo.
Jerry! Have you lost your mind?
What were you talking about on the phone?
Put the gun away.
Was it to off me? Is that what you two were discussing?
- Jerry, I would never... - Go ahead, deny it! Go ahead.
- Go ahead! - OK, OK.
Jerry, that's what he said.
So you were lying when you said I'd walk away from this?
- No, Jerry, that's what he said. - Then you're lying to me now.
No, no. Nayman told me to do it, Jerry, but...
- But? - But...
But you're just doing your portion. Isn't that how it works?
17 portions left for Boca... Boca Raton, right?
I wouldn't do that. Come on, I swear!
They tell you to bring me in, then they tell you to take me out.
Why are you being told two contradicting things?
- You don't ask a question? - I-I just... I... I don't know.
- You don't think it's weird? - Yeah, it's... It's weird.
Right! Because something's going on. What is it?
Exactly. You don't know, you're just doing your fucking part.
Well, I'm not going down because you don't know!
You see my predicament?
You're my guy, Ted.
(Handcuffs locking)
You're my guy, Jerry.
Wait. What happened here?
Someone killed themselves. Swan-dived off the balcony.
Let's go.
Stay back. Nothin' to see here.
Walk on.
Thank you very much. Sorry to have disturbed you.
(Man) Hotel security.
No.
Please, no.
(Knocking)
No. No.
(Leroy) Coming.
Sir, there's been a terrible incident.
Are all parties in your room accounted for?
Yeah. Yeah. Just me and my wife. Honey!
No, that's OK, sir. Thank you.
- What happened? - Sorry to disturb you.
Everything all right?
Leroy...
Pack your shit.
Shh, shh.
(Leroy) Psst.
You're a stupid motherfucker, you know that?
You're well dressed, I'll give you that, but stupid.
Wear Kevlar? Huh?
Yeah.
Leroy.
Please don't do this. Please.
You think I should listen to her? Huh?
What do you think?
Huh?
Wanna know what I think?
Kevlar is for pussies.
This is for Frank.
(Woman speaking Spanish on PA)
- My bag will make the flight? - They'll run it down.
- I just need to see your passport. - Yeah.
- I'm afraid there's been a mistake. - What?
No! No!
Mr. Shurker most probably has yours.
(Leroy) I told you, if Jerry makes it and nothing gets funky, it'll be OK.
- Well, shit got funky. - Why isn't he here? Why? Why?
Give me a second, I'm trying to get the story here.
Take it easy and stop acting like a kidnapped chick on a carton of milk.
Hmm. Yeah, you're right. This is an offer for the gun.
Yeah. I can see how this looks.
I've just been trying to get some better numbers together.
You have no intention of giving the gun to Margolese.
Look, Bobby. You know, I know that you're loyal.
That's good. I mean, nobody's debating that.
Let me ask you, in your skulking around,
going through private things in people's offices,
did you discover that he's shutting us down?
That's right. You, me, everybody.
I don't... I don't understand.
What, you didn't get the memo, the bonus? No?
No. Nothing.
Me neither. Difference is I know when I'm being fucked and you don't,
cos you're standing on the wrong fucking line.
Let me help you get on the right side of the line
and do for you what he should've done, Bobby.
He's changed in prison.
I'm telling you, something's changed him.
- He's not the same guy. - (Door opens)
They're still holding. What shall I tell 'em?
Can I count on your co-operation?
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.
Get in the car.
- Hola, seņor. - Hola, Seņor Welbach.
Has the US Consulate called back yet?
No, sir, not yet.
Look, this is a muy, muy important call. I've lost my passport, OK?
I'll be sitting right there. I'm not gonna move.
Do you see that man over there?
Yeah.
- That's Mr. Williamson. - So?
He's been waiting for that very same call.
Really? What, the whole morning?
- Since March, seņor. - Oh, come on!
(Phone)
Hotel de la Plaza.
Yes, as a matter of fact, he's right here.
Seņor, it's for you.
Oh. Oh. Hey. Yes, hello?
You bastard. Hello? Like, "Hello, my life is great. Everything is fine."
- Sam? - 'I thought you could be dead.'
I was worried sick and you answer "Hello,"
like you're confirming a room service order?!
Sam? Sam?
I'm done with Mr. Jerry Welbach. Mr. "Hi". No, no.
- (Leroy) 'Ask about the gun.' - Is that Leroy?
- 'Did he fucking touch you?' - Do you have any idea
what I have just been through?
Multiply it by 1,000 and you'll have a vague conception of where I'm at.
Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry? It's all a competition!
- Tit for tat, tat for tit... - Stop yelling, for Christ's sake!
How are you? Are you OK? 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, it'll be OK.
'He doesn't care. He only cares about himself.'
Why are you airing personal matters with strangers?
Oh, let me see. Uh, I don't think that you really classify
someone who you just perpetrated a killing with a fucking stranger!
And I can't find my Kotex cards or my credit cards...
Sam, what did you say?
Jerry, just settle down.
What'd you do to her?
- Jerry, just settle down. OK? - Yeah.
We had a situation but I'm a professional
and I know what I'm doing.
So why don't we chill out a minute here?
- 'Now, what happened? You get lost?' - Yeah, five years ago.
- What did you...? I can't hear you. - No, nothing. Nothing.
Nothing. I hope you have something.
Yeah, you just... You don't...
Make sure you return her with all ten toes.
- Huh? - 'I understand. I understand.'
'Just come down here, pick us up. We'll square things away.'
You got a very special woman here.
But we all know how you can get, right?
- 'So none of that.' - What?
This is a time for selflessness.
What? Wha...?
- You all right? - Yeah, come on.
Stupid gun.
Out!
(Leroy) I have to ask you a question.
And it's an important one
so I want you to think about the answer before you give it to me, OK?
OK.
When two people really love each other but they can't get it together,
when do you get to that point where enough is enough?
That... Oh, well, that's... You know?
Um, you know it's over when...
OK, I have, like, these psychosomatic insomniatic manifestations of...
Well, here's the thing about me.
I'm a product of my emotions, not a product of my environment, like him,
which he is, exactly, just that environmental...
I-I need sunshine to grow. That's who I am.
And with the projection of...
I have goals.
- That's your answer? - Yeah.
That's not right.
I mean, there's a right answer here, but that's not it.
Look, in my business you're surrounded...
by loneliness and finality.
I don't care what your take is on an afterlife,
when people die, it's scary, and they go alone.
Now, the people that I send off,
that have experienced love...
They're a little less scared.
They're still scared, but there's a calmness to 'em.
I think that comes from the knowledge that somebody somewhere loved 'em
and cared for 'em and will miss 'em.
Now, I see that from time to time and I am awed by it.
I don't think I'd be telling you this if it wasn't for Frank.
Anyway, it's a loaded question.
Look, when two people love each other, totally, truthfully,
all the way love each other,
the answer to that question is simple, especially in your case.
When do you get to that point where enough is enough?
Never.
I just hope Jerry's not stupid.
What is he driving?!
It's a funky rental.
I know we're all a little grouchy right now.
We'll get something to eat,
you'll get the pistol and then we'll go our separate ways.
- Really separate ways. - Don't start.
Shut up. I'll start because I have the...
Why do you do that? Do not tell me to shut up.
- I count. - We had an agreement.
- Shut up. - Why don't we all shut up a bit?
- I swear, I will crash this car. - Jerry, don't do that.
I will. One more word out of you. Another word, Sam. One more word.
I swear to fucking God.
Naugahyde.
- All right. - Jerry!
- You finished? - Yes!
- You gonna shut up? - Yes, yes, yes!
Jerry, I will, I will!
(Sam screaming)
Stop the car, Jerry! Stop the car.
(Sam) Stop, stop, stop!
Oh, my God!
(Horn)
(Driver) Pendejo!
Jerry...I want you to know,
you're the craziest fuck I ever met.
You know what? Go! Go to Vegas. I've had it!
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.
Let me give it a rip.
Sometimes you need a little more torque, you know what I mean?
Wouldn't kill the bastards to oil these every once in a while.
Fucking car rentals.
Yeah.
(Gunshot)
- Walk away, baby. - What did you do?
He was gonna kill us.
What the fuck did you do? Look at his head!
Stop! Stop! Listen, listen. I met Leroy in 1997.
- And that's not him! - No, no, Jerry.
You made a terrible mistake.
He was my friend! You made a terrible mistake!
Baby, Leroy is black. Leroy's black.
- OK? - No.
- Yes! He's black. - No.
African-American. A person of color.
The guy he killed in Vegas is 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 fuckin' ha!
You see? Do you see?
I'm being set up!
Nayman hires this prick to take out Leroy,
get the gun and pin it all on Jack-off Jerry.
Isn't that right, Mr. Winston Baldry?
I met Leroy and there's no way you could have known that.
And that's your mistake. You fucked up.
I can't believe it.
Every fucking time. Every fucking time, I fuck up.
Not this time. This time, I win.
This time, I win!
I fucking win! I win!
Oh, my God.
I'm lucky I didn't lose you three days ago.
I wanna go home.
Did you call about your 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.
If two people love each other...
but they just can't seem to get it together...
when do you get to that point of enough is enough?
Never.
They'll call.
I've left 60 messages. I said it was an emergency.
Why would Nayman ask you if you like sex and travel?
W-w-what is it supposed to mean?
That you fool around or something? Is that...
I tell you the whole, long debacle and this you have a problem with?
Yeah, I do. I think that when you ask someone
who is involved in a relationship of the heart
if they like sex and travel, that... that's m-m-mean-spirited.
It's stupid. I'll tell you this, we're not running any more, no.
No, no. So done with the running. The packing and the running and...
Sooner or later, that phone is gonna ring.
We are going to get your passport in order
and you are gonna give the gun to Margolese.
Nayman is fucking Margolese. That has nothing to do with us.
By the grace of God, I don't know what,
you have managed to Forrest Gump your way through this.
And just, if we run now...
we're gonna be running the rest of our lives.
We want our life back.
Yes, baby, we do.
(Jerry) No, that can't be right. Can you just check again?
Ow! Baby, don't. Margolese.
M as in Mary.
Baby, can you turn that down? You don't even speak Spanish.
Real emotion transcends language, Jerry.
You don't have to understand to hear their pain.
No, that's impossible. That's...
Do you know when? Ay-yi-yi!
No, no, all right. All right.
Margolese is out. He got out this morning. He's out.
What's going on? He's not due out till Thursday.
It is Thursday, hon.
(Dog barking)
- What is it? - Shh. Come on.
Just stay away from the window.
Shit. Shit.
Here, give me it.
Good one.
What is it, boy?
Hey!
Get out of there.
Come on, man. You're freaking me out.
Huh?
Ow.
Where are you taking me?
It's not your fault you know nothing about this gun.
You're American. This gun does not belong to you.
(Whispering)
Mr. Margolese.
Well, I-I... I don't understand.
What's it gonna take, Jerry?
What?
For the gun, Jerry.
What's it gonna take for you to give it to me and not to another?
You... Man!
What'll it take?
I don't know what it takes. I'm new in the "fuck you" business.
- You tell me, what does it take? - 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, I didn't know who on my team was...
still on my team, or even if there was a damn team.
Who...? Who the fuck are these guys?
They work for this man, Tropillo.
And who the fuck is Trop...? You know? Not important.
Give me a good reason why I shouldn't fight to not give you the gun.
If it comes to that, someone will leave here
missing an ear or not being able to fuck any more.
One reason, now that you let me know what you think I'm made of.
Are you a fatalist, Jerry?
Uh, I never really thought about it.
Por favor... Gracias.
When you do think about it,
about that afternoon you smashed into my life, into my car,
ever think there's anything to that?
I honestly never thought about it.
Because of that afternoon,
I'm doomed to remember a backwards inmate with a paper clipping.
When you're in jail, a small box...
you learn a lot about the fella you're in a cage with.
I grew to love that boy, like he was my own son.
But he was his.
One day the boy came to me with a clipping.
"This is my destiny. This is my birthright."
It was a story about the pistol...
how they found it in the mines, stashed away.
When I asked why it meant so much to him,
the story he told changed my life.
(Tropillo's son) 'The night before the nobleman's arrival,
'the assistant could not sleep... his heart in aching pain.'
'The day was here when the gunsmith would present
'his gift to the nobleman.
'The nobleman's son was a notoriously vicious soldier,
'worldly and wicked.
'For him, his father demanded something more beautiful,
'more perfect than he'd ever laid eyes on before.
'But nothing, no words or description could have given justice to it...
'or have prepared him for that gun's flawless grace.
'When the nobleman's son saw his intended bride-to-be...
'it was love at first sight.
'The nobleman's son took the mighty weapon into his hands.
'A perfect fit.'
- (Click) - 'It did not work.
'The nobleman took it as a bad omen.
'The curse had rendered it useless in unworthy hands.
'The gunsmith urged him to try it one last time, and so he did.'
(Click)
'The nobleman was insulted by the ineptness, angry with the gunsmith.
'They argued.
'When he realized that her heart belonged to the simple assistant,
'a man far less than he, he was furious in anger.
'He could not have that.
'The assistant, realizing that even if the gun should work,
'she would certainly die next, begged his love to withdraw
'and accept their fate.'
'Some say you could actually hear her heart break.
'She fearlessly surrendered her bitter spirit unto purgatory.'
(Church bell chimes)
'The pistol contains her damned soul.'
Day after day I listened to that story and always he'd tell me,
"When I get out, I will find that pistol and return it to my father,
"whose father's father had crafted the gun."
Eighteen months later, he took it in the belly for me.
He died.
I vowed to search, acquire the pistol and return it to his father.
My grandson, Beck, headstrong boy...
Sure, he was mixed up,
he didn't understand the honor behind what I was doing.
That's when it became clear I had to send you down here.
Because you were the instrument in the situation, Jerry.
His son is dead.
My grandson is dead.
All of it brought together by that afternoon at our intersection.
Well, that...
that's a pretty good fucking reason.
(Speaking Spanish)
Usted es un soldado de Dios.
You are a soldier of God.
(Speaking Spanish)
She will be safe there, right there,
and she can fly with the angels.
(Spanish)
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?
'I bet this is the queen of the idiot?
'This must be Sam. This is Bernie Nayman.
'Where's that stupid fucking Jerry? With Leroy?'
Don't you mean Winston?
I hope not, cos he's dead.
'Then you're in a lot of trouble.
'Especially if Jerry sold that gun.'
- Jerry hid it. - 'A step in the right direction.
'Are you there, Sam?'
Yeah, I'm here.
Yeah, me too.
(Jerry) Nayman!
What have you done with her?
(Banging on boot)
Sam? Don't shoot. She's in the trunk.
- I swear, if you hurt... - It is hot in there.
- Let her out! - Give me the pistol and I will.
All right. All right, Nayman, where are the keys?
I might have lost them.
Well, you're out of luck. She's the one who hid the pistol.
Oh.
Sam, no!
- Put it down. You'll damage it. - Shut the fuck up!
Sam, do not, I repeat, do not pull that trigger. No.
I... I will pull this fucking trigger.
You toast that gun, he's dead right after.
Sweets.
Put the gun down. OK?
Put it down.
I'm not worth it.
OK?
He's right, it's not worth it.
Don't you know when enough is enough?
Baby.
Do you like sex and travel?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Wrong answer.
(Church bell chimes)
Sweetheart?
We just witnessed a miracle.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God. - Are you OK?
Am I OK? Yeah, I'm OK. You OK?
Huh?
- May I? - It would be our honor.
Yeah.
Seal it.
Do you love me, Jerry?
I adore you, sweetheart.
Then tell me it again.
- I've already told you three times. - Just one more time. Please. Please.
The pistol was crafted for a noble man by a poor Mexican gunsmith.
- Nobleman. - Hmm?
- It's nobleman. One word. - What did I say?
What difference does it make?
- It doesn't. - Why correct me?
- English is your mother tongue. - I'm calling a time-out!