All About the Money Page #8

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Hardly ever.

Man, your motherfucking ass

was dead.

He's right, man, you were dead.

I can't die.

You was dead, motherf***er.

You got hit by a chicken truck.

You guys want

to get to business now?

OK, first I gotta pee.

When we approach the mansion,

we got to approach

from the east side.

There's an outcropping of rocks.

It's great cover.

And, as I was trying to tell you before

I got run over by a chicken truck...

Seor Garcia,

we all want the same things.

But your new associate here

is asking for things

that are not reasonable.

Not reasonable?

Mr. Pomeroy just spent

the last hour

explaining the newest

and the best option

to cut our distribution

losses by 75%.

And you say it's not reasonable.

Felix, your men are imbeciles.

Yes, they our cowboys

with no class.

And your country

is killing our distribution

because you idiots

are killing each other

like a bunch of uneducated

Compton gang members.

No...

No, you have no control

over your men.

Your ignorance is putting all

of us and our money at risk.

Seor Garcia, you do not know

how difficult it is

to move product in Mexico now.

We have to open up the lines

of distribution by using force.

You wanted a bigger cut so you

stopped selling us your cocaine

and started leasing us

to move it for you.

If you don't like the way

we do business,

we could go back to buying

your product wholesale.

That way you would not have

to worry about the distribution.

Very, very interesting.

Felix Santos is telling me

how to run my business.

You Mexicans.

You're just a pawn

in this chess game.

The problem is that you all

want to be kings.

Right here is your king.

Don't forget who your king is.

Juanito.

You do not realize how important

we are to your... "kingdom."

Without us,

you will be struggling

to even get your product

into the United States.

And you, Mr. Pomeroy...

your idea of 25747s into Canada

and then rerouting them

into the southern states,

it's... it's too costly.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe we will lose

less product overall,

but we need more manpower

as it is.

But, Juan, must you not forget

that battling the three-headed

monster that is the United States

is hard enough.

If you choose to disrespect me,

and our efforts,

you will be adding

one more head to that monster.

King, learn to respect

your pawns,

for they are the largest army

on the chess board.

Luis, I think Mr. Santos

and his body guards

have overstayed their welcome.

Consider it done.

Gracias.

Mr. Pomeroy, tomorrow morning

we are going to Mexico City

to meet our new distribution.

Maria!

- Maria!

- Kurt.

Look, uh...

- We're going horseback riding, want to join us?

- Horses? No, no.

Absolutely not.

Look, there's been a problem.

I, uh...

I just saw your father and Felix

Santos, they got into an argument,

and I'm pretty sure Diego is on his

way to kill Santos and his men.

Did you not just hear

what I said?

Yeah, you were rambling on

about Santos or something.

- Do you not like me anymore?

- I like you so much.

I mean, you're the most

beautiful woman I've ever seen.

It's just that... these people,

they're killing each other

on a daily basis and...

it's insane.

You are so cute

when you're nervous.

Well, you...

you remember my two friends

I told you about?

- Uh, Vincent and Christopher?

- Your gringos?

Those gringos, the ones that

have been going to the police

and telling them about me

being missing 'cause I'm here.

Uh, and I'm pretty sure that

Diego is gonna either kill them

or the United States is gonna

send someone here to find me.

Either way, it's gonna end

bad for us.

My father will handle them all.

You are safe here.

I don't want them handled, I want

them alive, they're my friends!

You don't need them anymore.

You have a new family here.

Now, let's go horseback riding.

Uh... I gotta go change.

I'll be right back.

I'm gonna have to kill him.

Aren't I?

Oh, Blanca...

probably.

Which way we headed?

This things says north.

So like northwest right there.

That should be it.

Hey, man, look.

Moss grows on the north side

of the trees.

Learned that in Boy Scouts.

Well, why don't you go look

for some f***in' moss

on the north side of the trees

and I'm gonna use technology,

and we'll meet there?

I'll never find your ass.

Look, man,

I somehow got service.

I can't get it

in the middle of L.A.,

but I damn sure get it out here,

I'm using this.

Unbeknownst to our heroes,

the Colombian army was already

mobilizing against the cartel.

F***, f***, f***!

What, you mental midget

motherf***er?

Thought there weren't gonna be

nobody in suits and sh*t.

Who f***in' thought they'd be

walkin' around in suits, man?

You think a guy's job,

he goes home, changes clothes,

and goes, "F***in' relieve the next guy

who walks around in a suit with an Uzi"?

You got a problem, man.

You got a motherfucking problem.

This look like a Scarface

reunion up in here, man.

We ain't built for this sh*t,

I'm tellin' ya.

I'm bouncin', I'm gettin'

the f*** up outta here.

No, man.

Shut up.

It's a Mexican on a bicycle,

man, with a box.

Let me see that.

Let me see

the motherfuckers, man.

Here, hold this.

Stay on point, man.

- I trained with this gun.

- Shut the f*** up.

Pull the trigger,

that's all, it's a gun.

Bang-bang, motherf***er.

I'll be goddamn.

Sellin' a box of oranges

at a motherfucking cartel crib.

Gimme the gun.

What the f*** is that?

- I don't know, man.

- Play dead, play dead!

Play dead? This your motherfucking

idea of "play dead"?

I didn't come here to do

a no motherfucking Machiavelli.

- Shut the f*** up!

- You mensch.

Mensch!

Just laying you down

into this motherfucking sh*t.

- OK.

- Motherf***er.

Like we been trained,

let's kill somebody.

Somebody got to die

with this b*tch.

Where'd he go?

They pulled out a freakin' head.

They pulled a f***in' head out.

Hold the gun, motherf***er.

We need an extra brain,

motherf***er.

Let's go get the head. Maybe he

can think of some better sh*t.

A dead man think

better planning.

Just go, crawl, crawl!

Come on!

Diego.

What?

What the hell?

Vincent, Christopher!

You guys are gonna

get yourselves killed.

Hey! Maria!

Maria! Hi! I need to talk

to her, just for a second.

Maria...

Holy sh*t, you look amazing.

I love leather

and Japanese anime.

That's, um...

That's a Mexican cartel.

They killed Diego.

We have to get out of here.

I know, that's why I'm preparing

to kill Santos myself.

Wait, sit down, sit down.

My friends are here, all right?

You can come with us.

You, too. Or not.

- Your friends?

- Yeah, Vincent and Christopher?

They're alive, all right?

Come with us, I'll protect you.

You dirty gringos.

You think you can come here and

take our business and our home?

What? It's not

like that at all.

Yaaaa!

Kurt, come on!

Come on so we can

get the hell outta here!

Come on!

- Oh, my God!

- Keep your head down.

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