2 Guns Page #8

Oh, you just wanna

let 'em skate?

You don't get it,

do ya, Stig?

I mean, God bless you, you still

think there's some kinda code.

There is no code.

You followed every order the Navy gave

you, they kicked you in the teeth.

There is no code, Stig.

No one fights for the Navy, okay?

It's not about the Navy.

You fight for the guy that's

fighting next to you.

That doesn't mean anything to you?

I'm goin' to Mexico.

And just so you know,

my code saved your life.

There's three inches between

your heart and your shoulder.

My bullet goes three inches

left, you'd be dead.

And I wouldn't be here.

'Cause Quince only decided to

kill me because I let you live.

What, you think

I missed, huh?

Is that what you think?

You think I missed?

When have you

ever seen me miss?

You stay here.

I'm goin' to Mexico.

Our deal still stand?

I give you the money,

I walk away clean?

Hola. Looks like you

had a banner morning.

You better

have my money.

Right here.

Every penny.

Where's Bobby?

We had a philosophical

fallin' out.

Open your trunk.

I just want your word that you and your

boys, Ferret Nose Julio, all of 'em,

you'll help me

kill Commander Quince.

Who's Commander Quince?

That's him.

Mr. Stigman, you

promised me $43 million

for killin' everyone

on this ranch.

Got the money

right here, sir.

Thing is, I promised Papi

the $43 million, too,

so I'm afraid you two are

gonna have to duke it out.

Maybe he and I'll just kill you

instead and split the money.

What do you say, Papi?

50% of 40 million?

Better than 100% dead,

right?

He'll double-cross you. Minute your

back is turned, bullet in the head.

50-50.

The guy up on the roof

says 60-40.

He ain't got a trustworthy

bone in his body.

I came back,

didn't I?

F***in' CIA.

Red rover, red rover.

Whoever's got my 43.125 million

better come the f*** on out.

You offer him

the money, too?

I didn't call him.

It's in the trunk!

Why the f*** did

you tell him that?

Thank you,

Commander.

Mr. Stigman, come on out

and open the trunk.

Nice and slow, now.

Well, what do

we got here?

Sounds like

a Mexican wedding.

Is that my '64 Impala?

That's correct.

I told you.

I know a guy.

Now,

who wants to see

$43 million?

For a minute there, I thought

you had me chasing my tail.

You want to count it?

If you're shortin' me,

I know where to find you.

So we're good?

Did I not give

you my word?

That's right.

Then don't treat me

like an a**hole.

I'll try my best.

You and Mr. Stigman

are free to go.

Yes, sir.

I trust you can

find your own way home?

That's right.

What're you doing, Bobby?

Let's go.

I'm not gonna let him

get away with the money.

Let's go.

I hate these daggone teeth.

They're not just

gonna let us go.

I got a plan.

Hey, I got my M-16.

I got my grenade launcher, I got my M-4.

Let's do this sh*t.

I got a plan. I'm capable

of coming up with a plan.

Well, it better be

a goddamn good one.

It's a good plan.

Make it rain.

That was your plan?

To blow up $43 million?

Yeah, that's why it's a brilliant plan.

Nobody expected it.

Go.

Come on, move it!

Dumb a**holes!

Move it!

You comin'?

Go ahead, I'll be

right behind you.

Don't miss.

I never miss!

Told ya.

Stig! Stig!

Don't do it.

Don't do it.

Playtime's over.

No more f***ing around.

Now,

drop your weapon.

Tell Mr. Stigman

to do the same.

You tell him.

It's real simple.

We can all make a deal

or we can all die.

I'm not making

any deals.

Talk to

your man, Bobby.

Be the smart one.

You think Tres Cruces

is the only stash we got?

We got 20 more.

We got money everywhere.

You're not gonna

change a damn thing.

Stig?

Yeah?

You're my people,

right?

That's correct.

You good?

Never better.

We're not people,

though.

This makes us family.

All right, brother.

Hey,

seor Einstein,

you're looking kind of f***ed

up sittin' there, man.

You all right?

Mow my lawn.

Well, you know

what was so cool?

You rolling in

on that '64 Impala.

I mean, you looked

badass, man.

Yeah,

that's right.

Listen, one more thing,

one more thing.

What?

Give me your gun.

Give me your gun.

You're not serious.

Yes, lam.

Thank you.

You're really gonna do this after

everything we've been through?

Arm or leg?

This is not gonna

make you feel better.

I'm thinking leg. Because leg, there's

more flesh, there's not as much bone.

The arm will...

You know what you are?

You are a petty...

F***ing son of a b*tch!

Hurts, doesn't it? You

know you coulda killed me?

Is that right? Three

more inches to the left.

Don't even say it, man.

You wouldn't be winking

at waitresses anymore.

I'd still wink, I just wouldn't

be able to do anything about it.

You know me,

I don't miss.

I never miss. When's the

last time you saw me miss?

You gonna carry my ass

all the way the f*** home.

Oh, sh*t, man.

This burns.

That's correct.

You know, I shot you when

I didn't know who you were.

Before we were family.

There's a difference.

But we're family now. I shot

you because I know who you are.

That ain't right.

They definitely

got the look.

A**holes and windshield sunglasses,

practically CIA uniform.

Can I get you boys

anything else?

Are your doughnuts

any good?

Tell you the truth,

they're pretty lousy.

Can't tell you how happy

we are to hear that.

You take care.

I saw that.

Saw what?

You winked.

That's a twitch.

Yeah, right.

You know, for a guy who

just blew up $43 million,

all of a sudden, you are

a very generous tipper.

Who said I blew up

$43 million?

What are you sayin'?

I'm not sayin' anything.

What are you hearing?

I'm hearin' somethin'.

You're sayin' somethin'.

Well, if you're hearin' it, it's

only because you're hearin' it,

not 'cause I'm sayin' it.

How much did you keep?

Two million?

That's like one each.

So now you get half?

Well, I shot half the guys. So?

Two million?

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