2 Guns Page #6
They came lookin' for it.
I'm sorry, Deb, I didn't mean to
get you involved in all this.
You Okay?
What are you
smirking at?
You know, I've been
racking my brain
trying to figure out
who you look like.
And it
finally dawned on me.
You look like a Mexican
Albert Einstein.
Minus the genius factor,
obviously.
You want some yogurt?
Payback's a b*tch.
That's for Little Toro.
Stig.
Stig!
Pack it up!
Move it, move it!
Stig.
The one and only.
That your people?
Do you have to
say it like that?
Like what? They're
your people, right?
Technically, yes, but I thought
you were my people now.
All right, two taps, we'll
hit the garage. On go.
Okay. On your go.
Go!
F***.
What was that about?
That was messed up.
What the hell
is going on?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Give me your phone, now.
I'll take the car, too.
Get out. Get out!
Oh, my God.
Esta en un gray Charger.
How did Stig's people know
to come to your house?
I don't know. They must
have followed you.
I don't think so.
We would have seen 'em.
We should have seen 'em.
How'd they know to
come to your house?
Hmm?
Why were they
at your house, Debbie?
No. You serious?
Bobby...
Out of the car,
gabacho.
Hurry UP-
You f***ed up now, ese.
On your knees.
I know some guys,
too, Bobby.
Bag 'em up.
Let's take 'em home.
Do you wanna talk about it? No.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I told you I didn't
like her, man.
Shut up.
What are you
gettin' mad at me for?
Because you
talk too much.
What'd I ever
do to you?
Besides shoot me?
You know what you are?
You're a misanthorpe.
It's misanthrope.
I'm a misanthrope.
Did you know what
I meant to say?
No. What did you
mean to say?
That you don't like people.
Shut up.
Time for my massage.
Yeah. I'll have housekeeping
clean up your bed.
Oh, sh*t.
My grandfather cut cane for 30
years every day and never got a blister.
Says it smells like hell,
toughens the hands.
You know what
I like about this?
Not only do I get to take
my time with you guys,
but this time, I don't have to
worry about leaving any marks.
Don't put your
hands on me, man.
Sh*t.
What did you say?
Just don't put those
pissy hands on me, man.
You ain't
got a home, Bobby.
DEA doesn't
want you around.
Not with your sins.
Payback's a b*tch.
You smell like
warm Corona, man.
You remember
With cojones
the size of coconuts.
You wanna see him?
No, it's okay.
We can see good from here.
Adios, Bobby.
No, no.
Sh*t!
$43 million!
It's everything
we stole from the CIA.
You let us go,
we'll bring it to you.
I got the money.
What are you talking about?
I got it.
You don't have it! I know I don't have it.
He doesn't know that.
But you don't
have the money.
I know you don't have it,
'cause I have it.
You have it?
Well, where is it?
Commander Quince's safe.
Corpus Christi Naval Air Station.
Don't tell me. Tell him.
Oh, sh*t!
Where is it?
Commander Quince's safe! Corpus
Christi Naval Air Station!
The guy's pissing on us, and you're
askin' if we should f***in' tell him.
If that's the truth, I might
as well just kill you now.
I had a run-in with a couple
boys out of your organization.
Hello, Earl.
Mr. Bobby Beans
and Mr. Michael Stigman.
Well, they're not
from my organization.
They're freelancers.
And Bobby Beans
is undercover DEA.
And Mr. Stigman's
AWOL U.S. Navy.
They stole 43.125 million
from the Tres Cruces.
We want it back.
Is there a finder's fee?
Fee is we let you
continue to do business.
Fee is we don't raise
our cut from 7% to 20.
The fee is we don't come down here
with a squad of Apache A-6 helicopters
and wipe you off
the face of the earth.
You like my country weak
and corrupt, don't you?
So you can buy your
cheap crap at the mall.
Well, Earl,
I'm not cheap.
Is this about
pride, Manny?
About machismo?
Prove you got
a big Mexican cock?
Well, your cock is huge.
It's massive.
And I,
I'm in awe of your cock.
So what? You're still
a drug dealer.
And I'm still the government
of the United States.
It's a free market,
Manny.
Not a free world.
I'll take a look.
Hard!
You'll look hard.
Under every rock in Mexico.
Let's get out
of this shithole.
I've decided to let you
bring me the 43 million.
The truck'll take you
north to the border.
From there, you'll cross
on foot with the coyotes.
If it's all the same,
we'd rather drive.
With everybody
lookin' for you,
they'd pull you out
of line in two seconds.
No, you go the way
you force my people.
If we can't
risk crossing,
how are we supposed to
bring you back the money?
I'll meet you north
of the border in 24 hours.
Now, I'm trusting you to fulfill
your part of the bargain.
Hey, Bobby.
You got 24 hours
to bring me the money.
right in the head.
Then I'm gonna find you,
and I'm gonna
gut you like a pig!
Stig!
When this is over,
Whatever it takes, Bobby.
Pick one.
I can get in anything.
So, what about the Audi?
No, I don't do German, okay? Locks
are tricky, too many alarms.
Okay. Suburban?
That one's 2010.
It's gonna get like two miles a gallon.
I ain't payin' for all that gas.
For a car thief, you
are mighty particular.
I'll break
into the Honda.
I look like I'm gonna ride
in that Honda to you?
You could.
And you could pick somethin'
with a little more class.
I hate to remind you,
but we're breakin'
onto a high-security
Navy base.
We ain't goin'
to the hip-hop opera.
It ain't no
Les Misrables for you tonight.
Les Misrables!
Oh, man,
whatever the f***, man.
Don't remind me.
Look, it's not my fault Quince
took the money back to the base.
I thought you said you took
the money back to the base.
No, I never said that.
So the money
could be anywhere.
It could be in East Jabip,
the Cayman Islands...
No, the money
is on the base, okay?
I gave it to Commander
Quince at the Camino Real,
and he told the guys
to take it back to the base.
Right before he took you
out and tried to kill you.
That doesn't mean
he's lyin' about the base.
Not everybody's as paranoid
as you, Bobby. Jeez.
What about the Prius?
You like the Prius?
Camino Real.
Yeah, it's a hotel.
I met Debbie
at the Camino Real.
No sh*t?
Yeah.
What was she doin' there?
She said she was there to
meet her boyfriend, Harvey.
Wait. Your girlfriend
has a boyfriend?
She's not my girlfriend.
Holy sh*t.
Yeah, just pick a car.
Right here.
You picked that one?
Yeah.
F*** you want,
a f***in' Bentley?
I got it.
Hi.
Hey.
Crazy question,
you wouldn't have anybody knows
how to fix a snowmobile?
I don't think so.
Would you check for me? I really
need it fixed by tonight.
Why, a big storm coming?
You never can be too sure.
I'll be right back.
Up with that?
What?
She smiled at you,
you didn't wink at her?
I don't wink
at every woman I see.
Snowmobile in Texas, huh? You must
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