Blood and Wine Page #2

Just so long as I don't

match my mug shots.

Jesus!

Take it easy.

Ah, there you are, Mike.

- Don't flip the gate like that.

- We're running a little behind.

- I got some wine-

- Well, you missed 'em already.

- They sailed this morning.

- Yeah, I know. They arranged for the nanny to let us in.

The Cuban girl?

They fired her.

- What?

- Yeah, right before they left.

Guess it don't pay to have

that kind of ass in that kind of job, huh?

I have a schedule to keep, Mr. Gates.

- This'll have to be another day.

- This can't wait.

Mr. Reese will lose his entire wine collection

if we don't fix that humidifier.

- It'll cost him a fortune.

- What's your name?

Harold.

Freeman.

I'll have to go get the keys.

Dear God.

A cop on the job.

- This is where he can reach me.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- Tell him I said I'm sorry.

- For what?

Hi, Jason.

- Sir.

- Thank you.

- You're working for idiots.

- But those idiots pay me.

They give me a roof.

Now I have to go stay with my cousins.

My cousin, her husband,

her four kids and six cats.

And I hate cats.

What's wrong with cats?

They leave hair all over the couch

where I have to sleep.

You'll find another job.

Like it's easy.

How old are you?

You're not that much older than me.

In this country everybody

thinks they're in politics.

You don't have papers,

they don't want to meet you.

Do you understand?

I'll give you a ride.

Oh, you wanna lose your job too?

Not even when I try.

- Henry. How's it goin'?

- Hello, man.

So, uh, you ain't

got to worry about it sinkin'.

- I been working on it every day.

- Cool.

What's the matter?

You nervous?

You okay?

- Good luck.

- Gabriela!

You gonna be able to fix the thing, Harold,

or do you need a replacement?

I'll tell you when I see

the condition of the pipes.

The coolant might be leaking.

Where's the attic access?

Damn fiberglass.

Either of you know how to kill

the water to the house?

Oh, yeah.

Sure, sure.

So, where are we going?

Ah, we got about four hours to Cuba.

Oh, really?

It took me a week.

Fifteen of us on a very small boat.

- I can turn around if you want.

- No, it's okay.

I like the water.

Even when we were coming over,

the sea was so beautiful.

I never wanted to sleep.

I was happy.

I was ashamed to be so happy.

People were dying.

- You still have family in Cuba?

- Oh, yes.

And I'm gonna bring them-

one by one, if I have to.

You don't think I can do that?

I think there's no stopping you.

You understand, Mike?

Television. Money.

Where's the sport?

Where is the honor in that?

Any honor in that? Huh?

Foreign products on it.

Ever been to Cleveland, Mike? What are

they gonna do with all them doggie masks?

What's going on, Mike?

I been waiting on you. My shift?

- What are you talking about?

- Come on. Remember? They changed the schedule.

Well, sh*t, nobody told me.

- What are you doing with that sprinkler valve?

- Sprinkler valve?

The f*** it's a sprinkler valve.

We got some kind of emergency.

- Who's he?

- Uh, Alex Gates.

Gates Wine?

Harold?

Harold?

- Huh. Wind?

- Keep goin'.

Well, I'll tell ya...

it ain't the pipes.

I've tightened a couple of valves in the attic.

- And I've taped some of the gaps.

- Yeah?

- But you're not supposed to be in the house unaccompanied.

- Well, is that our fault?

Sometimes, when we're waiting

for the fish to bite...

I sit right there...

look out, watch the horizon.

There's nothing to see.

I don't want to see anything.

Just that line- that line

where the water touches the sky.

No neighbors.

No barking dogs.

Nobody in your face.

No bullshit.

Except your own.

Yeah, well,

I can handle my own.

I like my bullshit.

It's not bad.

It probably even works.

You wanna be alone?

Now, this is

a thousand points of light.

- Reagan didn't know what he was talking about.

- Bush.

- What?

- Bush said that, not Reagan.

Bullshit. It was Reagan.

Bush was "Read my lips. "

- What did you just do?

- I like to take a photo of the goods.

Avoids any disagreement on the sale.

- You got me in the picture.

- Did I?

Give me the photograph.

We'll tear it up

when we have the money.

There's no such thing

as honor among thieves. It's a myth.

- What's this?

- I thought it over.

I can't move that. I'm on parole.

I'm known. You're not.

So you'll fly to New York, catch a cab,

take a walk, find an address.

Pas de problme,

as they say in Bordeaux.

In other words,

you're too chickenshit to do it yourself.

Maybe I am.

You're right. I am.

I don't fly economy.

Telephone.

- Hello.

- Hey, I got the note. F*** the Reeses.

I'll pick you up in an hour.

We're booked on a 10:15 flight to New York.

Papi, tell me you love me.

Chica.

You'll see.

Where are you going to this time?

Napa. I got a problem with a supplier.

Goddamn California boutique wineries.

They're all owned by lawyers.

- Oh, I was looking for those.

- Tom and Lucy Garcia?

They're agents. They're going to

New York to see a wholesaler.

First class?

Yes. Sometimes you gotta

keep up relationships.

Apparently not with me.

Don't you have physical therapy tonight?

Oh, you didn't notice.

The bandage is off.

Did I come home too early?

Look, I got an idea.

Sit down at your desk and write out

all your complaints.

Then when I get back, we can have one

of those nice, long fights you like so much.

But right now

I gotta catch a plane.

So give me the goddamn tickets!

- That is my suitcase!

- I'll FedEx it to ya.

- You're gonna talk to me!

- You already broke your leg on these stairs once, Suzanne.

- I don't want it to happen again.

- I tripped on one of your damn golf balls!

- I wasn't drunk!

- You were plastered!

I put Terry's life insurance into that store,

and you spent it on your girlfriends...

while my checks bounced!

I let you mortgage my house!

Eight years I worked my cock off in that

store for you- 12-hour days, one-day weekends!

Don't you tell me I didn't try!

All right, give me the keys.

- You are gonna talk to me.

- Give me the keys.

Wasting my life!

I don't wanna hurt you!

No! No!

No! Aaah!

You bastard!

What's going on?

- What happened?

- We're leaving.

- Mom-Jesus Christ!

- No! Don't go in there!

- Mom?

- Don't go in there!

I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

- I won't wait for you!

- Wait for me!

- Is he dead?

- Not enough.

- My wallet!

- What?

- Oh, my God, my wallet.

- Where is it?

- Look in my bag!

- Just pull over!

- I can drive! I taught you to drive!

- No, I'm gonna drive.

Oh, God.

I've gotta calm down.

- But you don't even know where we're going.

- All right, all right.

- Where?

- Okay, can you get to Key Largo?

A friend of mine has a houseboat.

We can use it for a while.

Mom, relax.

We'll be there in an hour.

How'd she find this place?

Linda has a weakness for bartenders.

Well, it's a short walk for a beer.

- Where's the key, Mom?

- Here, I think.

Mugged by your own wife, eh?

How ironic.

You should have let me do it.

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