All About the Money Page #7

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So you stayed up all night

painting yourself like your wall?

Affirmative.

Maria and Kurt had grown

quite fond of one another,

but when you're the daughter

of the world's

most notorious drug lord,

nothing remains a secret

for long.

- Maria!

- Luis.

You should have told me you were

going to leave the grounds,

especially in front

of our new employee.

Luis, always a comandante.

Kurt, this is one of

my father's men, Luis Diego.

Yep, we've had the pleasure

of meeting.

He showed me

his knife collection.

We need to talk to Seor Kurt.

Talk to him.

Not here, in private.

You can talk to him here

in front of me

and everybody else.

No, it's OK.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

Carlo.

Hey!

Uhh! Stay! I got this!

Ow!

Now, Mr. Pomeroy,

are you enjoying

Garcia's daughter?

Whoa. That sounds like

a loaded question there, buddy.

I believe that in America...

the word "buddy" means

we're amigos.

We are no way amigos,

you gringo bastard.

Me entiendes?

Yeah... I get it.

Not... not buddies.

Who are your friends...

at the Polica station

asking all the questions?

I don't know anyone else here.

Ohhh!

OK... OK. They're harmless.

All right? I can talk to them.

Just let me talk to them,

and I'll keep them quiet.

I'll get them to stop

talking to the police.

Polica is no longer

the problem.

Oh, my God! What the hell

is wrong with you people?

Is killing all you know?

- What? OK.

- Let me tell you this.

When I find your two amigos,

I am going to cut

their tongues out

if they are lucky.

If you touch them,

I'll kill you!

OK!

Gentlemen, welcome

to my training ground.

You know what we're gonna do

here, a little agility training,

a little bit of speed, and

maybe some weapons capability,

see if we can turn you

into some soldiers.

How's that sound?

- It's cool.

- It's cool, man, let's do it.

That's cool, man,

let's do it... Sir!

All right, let's go over here.

Yes, sir.

Come on, come on!

Swing it!

Aaaaah!

Why would you own

such a device?!

Be a man about it!

Climb over a wall.

Aaaah!

Ugggh!

Climbin'!

There's the enemy, Vincent.

That's the bomber, get it!

What?

Right here we got Niger.

Niger runs right across

the same latitude as Colombia,

right there.

What you gonna do

when they come after you?

That isn't how to kill a bird.

What are you doin', man?!

The line goes down here

like that.

Hey!

That's where you're comin' in.

Right, and then

if he's coming in here,

then he's gotta go in there.

- Right, right here.

- He's right in there.

- Right.

- You search for him.

But if he's

gonna be over here...

Go!

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

You b*tches!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

It is my honor

to go into battle with you.

You are my brethren.

And one of our own is captive

by the poison

that is the cartel.

We need to rescue our friend.

We need to bring him back

to the nest.

Let's do it.

Hoo-yah!

Haaaa!

All right, gentlemen, let me get

a picture for posterity.

I just have to say one thing.

There's only one thing

you need to know

to keep from getting killed

in battle, OK?

And that rule is, you must

never, and I mean never...

Oh, my God!

God damn!

Oh, my God, I'm gonna throw up!

Man, this sh*t is f***ed up.

We ain't cut out

for this sh*t, Vincent.

Don't even go there, man. This

is what Jon trained us for.

It's not like the movies like

you're always talking about.

It's not like we're gonna

show up, man,

and there's gonna be a mansion with

guys in suits and Uzis and sh*t.

We'll go in there and kick

the door down L.A. style.

Man, why you bullshittin'

yourself and me?

That motherf***er was

Special Forces, Marine Corps,

crazy son of a b*tch, and he

got killed by a Mexican b*tch

in a motherfucking

chicken truck.

Man, have you ever seen

Breaking Bad?

Two regular dudes, right?

Come on.

Then they became bad asses

and started cappin' people.

That's exactly what we could do.

That was a TV show.

And it took 'em four seasons

to become bad asses.

I've been a screw-up, bro,

ever since we were kids, man.

I've never achieved anything

I set out to do,

and I know that, man,

I just kept bullshittin' people.

But right now,

if I don't go get Kurt back,

this is all my fault, man,

this is my chance.

This is your chance, man.

What have you got to go back to?

Come on, man, you look good.

Look at you.

You're holding guns and sh*t.

All right, I hear you,

motherf***er, you know.

We do got guns and sh*t. Sh*t, I got

a couple of grenades right here.

That's what I'm... Do you even

know how to use those things?

No, but I can hit a motherf***er

in the head long-distance.

What's he saying?

I think he's saying we can

pick up the dead body now.

What do you mean, man? He's not going

anywhere. We'll get him when we come back.

Think about it.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

With their fearless leader

now roadkill,

Vincent and Chris continue

on their quest to rescue Kurt.

I'm tired, man.

This must be it.

Why don't you make a fire, man,

and I'll shoot some food.

Man, you truly are

an ignorant motherf***er.

Why don't you just shoot a flare in the air

so they can come over here and kill us?

- I don't understand. -Garcia's

house is up the hill, fool.

I don't know anything

about this woods sh*t, man.

I refused to be

in the Boy Scouts growing up.

- F*** that.

- Refused?

Yeah.

What you got against

the Boy Scouts of America?

You better think about it.

All those old men taking

them young boys to the woods,

not allowing

any little girls to go...

Teaching them to "tie knots"

and be "Webelos."

Hmm-mm. Whole thing sounds like an

underground gay farm to me, I'm out.

That's the smartest sh*t

you said all week.

- We've got a special sauce.

- Piss-off.

Look at this, man.

Shed some light on the subject.

- That'll work, that'll work.

- Jackpot. Food.

That's what I'm talkin' about.

You know what?

This dude's got forks.

- Thank you.

- That's what I'm talkin' about.

He might be dead,

but he was a, uh...

he was a proper dead man,

leaving his friends some stuff.

- Look, man, don't play hard-ass.

- What you talkin' about, man?

You have not talked

about your wife leaving you

one time this entire trip.

Come on, now. You need...

You need me to hug you?

Do you want me to... I will...

You see that?

You can put your head

right there.

Love is a four-letter word,

like f*** and sh*t.

Just something you gotta do.

I was in love once.

Shoot him, man, shoot him!

He's a f***in' zombie!

I remember it like

it was yesterday.

She was the most beautiful girl

in the world.

It was in Vietnam.

And the minute we looked

into each other's eyes...

it was love.

We were going

to love each other forever.

Yeah, of course, I only

knew her for 15 seconds.

She was my opponent

in a Russian roulette game.

She lost.

Aaaaah!

What was her name?

I'm gonna call her Biglet.

Biglet!

I tried to put her brains

back in her head, but...

that doesn't always work.

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