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

my prize breeding bull.

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.

Or I'm gonna shoot her

right in the head.

Then I'm gonna find you,

and I'm gonna

gut you like a pig!

Stig!

When this is over,

I'm still gonna shoot you.

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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