A Night in Old Mexico Page #5

crazy, whacko nuts!

I ain't. I ain't...

I'm old, see.

I'm broken, I'm alone.

And I'm more scared of dying when

somebody spoon feed me oatmeal

than anything else in the world.

And neither one of you know a damn

thing about that, now would you?

Now would you, oh help, oh God!

You know you're going

to get yourself killed?

I know that f***ing much.

Stop that.

I ain't asking you to stay and watch.

You neither, see.

Here, take my Cadillac and go

on home to New York daddy.

Even that damn counterfeit hat.

- Alright?

- I can't do that.

Sure you can.

Only thing is, don't tell

him you've been with me

cause I wouldn't want to

taint your fine reputation.

Understand?

Adios.

He's dead.

He what?

He died a week before last.

Now don't tell me that!

He lost his money... He had a

heart attack on the commuter train.

And he died.

Heart attack on the commuter...

A minute ..

Jimmy's gone... I don't believe it.

Every damn day, he stand by the window

waited for his mother to come home.

Both of us.

She never came.

That boy... never had a mama.

Little Jimmy.

You should have told me, boy!

Why, huh?

All you've done is f***ing

curse him since I got here!

I told you he left...

Little pack of wood ran out on me.

No, no... he didn't run out on you.

No. You drove him out.

Red, you f***ing drove him out.

What... because, he

didn't like cow or horses?

No, he didn't like cow

and horses, didn't like rain,

didn't like green grass, didn't

like sunshine, blue skies.

He didn't like a goddamn

thing in this world worth liking.

- Well, he like you Red.

- Yeah. Bullshit.

Yeah, he couldn't

live with you but...

Oh God, do you even know?

I mean, you're all he ever talked about.

- Oh, yeah.

- He loved you, Red!

Yeah, well...

I never need him or damn

mama or you all or nobody,

cause I got me, my God.

- See... Got myself.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah....

You've got you, Red,

and that's all you've got!

God, just go on, go on yeah.

Get yourself killed.

God, who cares, huh?

Who f***ing cares?

What's the matter with you?

- What?

- What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with me?

- You say all these things to him!

Are you serious?

He is just a pompous and self-

centered old f***ing son of a b*tch!

Are you f***ing blind?

Don't you hear nothing?

Don't you think he knows

he made some mistakes.

He knows he made some mistakes.

He's just trying to hide a broken

heart behind all that sh*t!

No, he doesn't have a heart!

No, you're the one who have no heart.

You meant to hurt him!

- You know that.

- What?

You in love with him or something?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Well, I guess even Red

will be a step up for you.

Who do you think you

are to talk to me like that?

You know something?

I am like that.

I got nothing and nobody,

and nowhere to go.

But when I'm singing, I'm not

hearing all this sh*t no more.

I am dreaming that I am somebody else,

and I am dreaming I'm somewhere else.

And Red is the first person

that made me happy...

That I am just me!

Yes, just me for myself.

And I thought you

were different too, Gally,

but you're just another f***ing gringo

looking down on me like all them others.

What am I?

Oh, hey mi Amigo!

Hey, amigo my ass.

Now take me to this Cholo fella.

Who? I don't know

who you talking about.

You said my friend go Pedro.

Why that Cholo?

Okay, okay.

- I am very sorry about your son.

- Yeah, yeah.

I don't remember much anymore.

It's been more than 40

years since I last seen him.

But you loved him

so much, didn't you?

I always thought I'd see him again,

you know, somewhere down the road.

Yeah. Imagine dying

on a commuter train.

Probably fell over dead reading

the goddamn Wall Street Journal.

We've had our differences, but I wouldn't

wish that on nobody, truly I wouldn't.

I know that.

Tell you what else hurts...

That damn boy was right.

I did run Jimmy off.

And now I'd come run Gally off too.

Hey, Panama.

Good to see you.

I didn't know you were coming.

You have any luck?

They never come this way. Maybe

they crossed that ... or somewhere.

Or maybe they never

even come to Mexico.

This man I know...

he told me Moon and

JT are over in the jail.

- Oh good. You found them yourself.

- They are dead.

He said that it looks like your work.

You have the money, don't you?

Yes, I have the money.

I just packing my clothes, so

I could bring it to you in Texas.

Here!

What room is he in?

What room?

- Upstairs. That one there.

- Get out of here. Go on!

Now you stay down here.

No, no, no. I want to go too.

No, no. I can't be up there

worrying about you too.

It's enough that you come this far,

alright. Now you just stay here.

Now remember, I'm Mexicali Rose.

I'll be back.

Here, let me help you.

A old man like you should die in bed.

Hands up Pedro.

I come for the money.

Alright. Okay.

- Where is Red?

- He went in there to get his money.

- Who is that?

- I don't know.

But he got Red's f***ing money!

Jesus Christ, you actually shot him?

Never got the chance.

I saw the guy who shot you.

Well, we saw him. He took

the money too, didn't he?

It wasn't really your

money neither, was it?

I was going to take it all...

Yeah, I had the same idea.

- Red, I got a good look at that guy.

- You have?

Well, maybe we can still

get your money back.

Yeah, I can't leave this poor

old fella here like this. I can't.

He might kill you.

Yeah, well he can kill all three of us,

any time he wanted too, but he didn't.

Just gonna make a

living same as anybody.

I ain't gonna criticize him for it.

Red, we have to take

him to see a doctor.

- No.

- Yes, we have to.

No, enough.

Give me to the police.

I don't want to lie locked up.

I understand that.

Don't worry amigo. I won't let nobody

stick you into some damn tin can.

No sir.

Don't you worry about that.

Yeah.

- Gracias.

- Yeah.

I'm Red. Tired of

shred Bovie, from Texas.

Sort of wanted, from many places.

Good to meet you.

So, we will help you as much

as we can. Sort of Fuentes.

Just get along as best

you can. That's right.

Gally.

Gally!

Son of a b*tch.

Gally!

Easy... easy...

- It is okay.

- Yeah, okay.

Well, enjoy it while

you can, alright.

- Red, don't say that.

- Yeah, it's okay.

That damn boy, sneaking off like

I wonder where the hell he went.

He went after that guy who took

the money, that's where he went.

Silly little bastard,

he had my pistol, right?

I didn't think he had

a look of sense, would you?

Yeah, he's just like you.

- You're both f***ing locos.

- Yeah?

Yes, you are.

Crazy.

Well, I'm sorry, I got you into this.

You and Gally, both.

I'm glad I'm here with you...

Were you really going to take

me back to Texas with you?

Or you were just shitting me?

Well, yeah I was going to take you

back to Texas with me, of course.

Now I got a pot to piss in

or winter to stow out of!

It's okay.

Come home with me then.

- Home with you?

- Yeah.

Rate this script:4.0 / 1 vote