All About the Money Page #5

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How do you know so much about...

marketing cocaine?

I...

I don't know anything.

Oh, you've been teaching

everybody like school children.

No, I just know business.

I'm a...

It's not like it's rocket science.

It's actually common sense.

Oh, so you're calling me stupid!

No, no, no, I don't...

I don't even know you.

I don't know when I've

been so disrespected in my own homeland!

But...

Am I such a man that should be

treated like this?

No.

You know what?

I don't think I should be

the one that should be...

discussing your fate.

I think maybe we should

take him to...

Garcia.

Juan Garcia, no, no. I haven't got... fate?

I don't need to see him.

Get him.

Can't we talk about this?

I'm really sorry!

I didn't mean to!

That's what I'm talkin' about.

You Mexican girls are hot!

I'm not f***ing Mexican.

Oh, well, whatever.

That's what I'm talking about.

- Oh, sh*t! F***!

- Aaah!

She's got a f***in' dick!

Damn, I was just about to bust!

You better be...

F***! Aaah!

Sh*t.

Goddamn, man!

I just passed a chick

with a dick.

I know, man,

I touched her f***ing ass!

- You touched her ass?

- I did!

Oh, goddamn, man, eh!

It's gonna be all right.

Man, this is a freak scene.

That sh*t make me gay?

No, just... alternative.

Man, I don't want any more

f***ing cocaine!

All right, man, don't do no more blow!

My friend ain't gay!

So, she had a dick? You

didn't touch it, you didn't...

- Did you suck it?

- No.

All right, 'cause I was gonna...

Kurt! They got Kurt, man!

They got a gun to his head!

Come on, man.

Let that sh*t go!

Would you like cream and sugar

with your coffee, Mister...?

Oh, Mr. Pomeroy.

Kurt. Kurt Pomeroy.

And I'll take Splenda,

if you have it.

Do you know who I am,

Mr. Pomeroy?

I've, um...

I've seen news reports

about you in America.

How do they portray me?

They say that you're a...

Your business is

the cause of a lot of violence,

both here in South America

and in North America.

So I've heard.

Let me say this, Mr. Pomeroy.

Long before our country

learned how to capitalize

on our largest export,

we were a nation in despair.

A very poor country

where industry would have

never existed

or jobs, or schools,

as we have today,

without cocaine.

The United States suffers

from a disease

you Americans call

multiple personality disorder.

I'm not sure I follow you.

I will explain.

The State Department

in Washington

sends down a representative

every few months.

They work out

a special deal with us.

They give us a free route,

where we can bypass

the Mexican distribution

and sell our products

straight to the streets.

Now, not having to deal

with the Mexicans

quadruples our earnings

and keeps me from having to deal

with those dirty,

uneducated field mice,

as I like to call them.

Then...

the United States'

other personality appears.

And they send down

a representative

calling off all deals

and demanding money from me.

Now, I call that extortion,

Mr. Pomeroy.

But there's nothing

I can do about that.

Yet.

Why exactly am I here?

My associate here, Mr. Diego,

he knows more about this business

than anyone that I know.

He overheard you tonight,

apparently sharing

a great wealth of information

on how to improve our business.

And I want to find out

what that is.

No, I really, I don't know.

I don't know anything.

One more time... and I'm going

to sew your lips shut

with your hair.

Mr. Pomeroy,

let us take a walk outside.

As you know from doing

business in America,

loss is something

you cannot tolerate.

Oh, my God, no. No.

Now Mr. Diego will take you

into the study.

There you will find

a stack of files

that he will explain just enough

to get you started.

W-what if I said no?

Well, I will show you.

Mtalo.

God, no! No! No! No!

Good night, Mr. Pomeroy.

She had a dick!

Well, what the hell

is you sayin', pig?

Get up! Colonel Andreas

will see you now.

Brilliant.

What do I owe the honor

of being woken up

in the middle of the night by one of my

soldados speaking about a kidnapping?

Our friend got kidnapped. He got taken

away in a Jeep. That's why we came here.

Hombres...

you're not answering

my question.

Why did you two

come into my station

at 4 a.m., yelling, screaming,

demanding that I be woken up?!

I...

El kidnappo, kidnappay.

Like we just told you.

Our friend got taken and we're

trying to get him back.

Hey, hey, look, man.

Our friend was taken in a Jeep.

I know damn well he ain't

outside that window, man.

Why are you wasting our time?

We've been here...

Chris, f***ing chill.

Third World country.

You should listen to

your friend, Mr. Christopher.

That way you might make it

out of this country

sitting in the seat of a plane

and not a wooden box.

Look, you took me

out of context, man.

You know, I have a problem

when I get hot.

You know, I have a mental thing

that happens,

and it's kind of like

Tourette's... motherf***er!

You know, so, uh... sh*t!

Sorry. Sir.

I cannot help you.

You need to head to Bogot

and see someone

in the US embassy.

- They will be able to help you.

- Carlos.

- This way, let's go.

- No, we're not done here.

Yes, I've got a gun!

- You can put that down.

- Go, go!

IRpido, vamos!

- Is this some Mexican boardroom?

- Hey, what are we doing here?

You're in some sh*t already just by

coming to the station last night.

They know!

Who knows?

- Garcia cartel.

- The cartel!

Keep your voices down! They're everywhere,

even in this Polica station!

How do they know who we are?

You two idiots came in here yelling at the

top of your lungs about some kidnapping.

They would kill me if anyone found out I

was telling you this, so listen carefully.

You're going to go to the embassy and

tell them about your American friend.

Tell them he's being held by... one

Armando Garcia of the Garcia cartel.

They will start a negotiation for

his release in two or three months.

Two or three months? Are you crazy?

They got him now!

You have no other choice.

Now that they know you're here,

they will kill you, sure enough.

Why you want to help us?

My people have lived in fear of

cartel regimes over 30 years.

The United States is our only hope on

stopping them and their murderous ways.

Having an American kidnapped will bring

exposure to this and help with our efforts.

There's gotta be another way.

- I may know someone.

- Who?

There's this guy.

He's a former American

Special Forces unit guy.

He's very local.

Name is Jon Waters.

He lives in the old church

in the middle of the village.

Oh, and another thing.

This is Colombia, not Mexico.

We're not Mexican,

you imbeciles!

Wait a minute.

How do we get in touch with you?

You don't.

What did he just say?

I think he said we're f***ed.

What the f***.

Man, you always

getting me in some sh*t!

Very, very, very, very...

Oh, very good!

Yes, oh!

The US involvement.

Very good, Mr. Pomeroy.

I see you and I

are going to have

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