Colombiana Page #3

Cataleya.

- Excuse me?

- It's an orchid.

- That's what this is?

- Sure does.

- It grows in Colombia.

- How do you know that?

My wife, she's Colombian.

- Uh, uh... Cataleya?

- That's right.

AMAZON:

Let's try 'organization'.

What's this sh*t?

Hi, boys.

Did you miss me?

I've missed you too.

Hi. Come!

Have you guys been good?

Hm?

Alright.

Stay.

Sirloin...

Juicy.

Delicious.

Want one?

Good.

Eat.

I know that song.

- I guess the boys gave me away, huh?

- You spoil them.

I train them.

Fishie, fishie...

Willy, why are they ignoring me?

- What?

- Baby, you put one drop of blood in there,

- and they'll be your biggest admirers.

- Really?

Oh yeah, baby. All the way down

to your clean, stripped bones.

Cool...

Alejandro, you bring in

extra security for tonight.

Yes, sir.

And make sure

that we are shut down, tight.

Yes, sir.

Girls, come to papa, huh?

There already guys in the garden

and guys out back.

- I want you three upstairs.

- Yes, sir.

Two on the roof.

Hurry!

Jesus, what is this?

- Come back to bed.

- Shh...

Who the f*** is here?

Turn around.

- Who are you?

- It doesn't matter who I am.

Damn it!

- Okay. What do you want?

- I want you exactly where you are.

Whatever they pay,

I'll double it.

- Please... please don't kill me.

- I'm not gonna kill you.

Oh, no, no, please.

Yeah.

- Mr. Steven Richard?

- Who is this?

This is FBI special agent James Ross.

Look, I'm the lead agent on a case,

it's a serial we call the tag killer.

You might've heard of him?

- I've seen the publicity.

- He mocks his victims with a flower.

It's from Colombia.

A cataleya orchid.

Each time I try to access

information I get stuck...

with a CIA "Access Denied" tag...

I'm at the end of a very long road,

Mr. Richard,

and I believe

that you are the man I need...

Listen, Agent Ross, I can't give any

information out over the phone,

but what I suggest is you file

a formal request with the agency...

for any information you might want.

And I'll be more than happy

to get back to you as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Stop bullshitting me, Marco.

I got the FBI on my ass now.

And I want that problem taken care of

yesterday, do you hear me?

- Loud and clear.

- Good.

- Where to?

- Downtown.

And we question

every Colombian we meet...

until we find an address

to get her family. Okay?

In case you show up,

I want to let you know that I went

to New York to meet the galleries.

I'll be back tomorrow night,

but if you're already here,

make yourself at home.

What have we got?

We do have the surveillance tapes

from a few angles.

Few angles.

- That's it?

- That's it.

- I mean, it's not a lot to go on...

- Oh, come on...

but run it through the database,

see what happens.

We're not looking for a woman.

It's not possible.

- And wine.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

- I'm impressed.

I got you something.

- You did?

- Yeah.

- A stuffed alligator?

- Yeah.

Exactly what I've always wanted.

Wait, wait.

Let's just, uh...

let's just sit,

have a little of this food

and talk for a little bit first.

What you wanna talk about?

I don't know. Anything.

Ask me something.

- How was your trip?

- Actually it was great.

The gallery liked my new paintings,

they're gonna put up a show in October.

- And that's a good thing, right?

- Yeah.

My turn.

How was your trip?

- Hot.

- Did you do anything exciting?

- I went swimming.

- Anything else?

- Come on. Talk to me.

- What do you wanna know?

Anything. Something about you.

Something...

Where are you from?

Are your parents from here

in the city?

Okay...

let's start with

something a little more simple.

What do you like to eat

for breakfast?

I don't eat breakfast.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just wanna know

a little bit more about you.

About what you feel inside.

What you feel about me, anything.

Just a little.

I feel lonely sometimes.

Thank you.

Me too.

Let me this time.

Good morning.

I know you say you don't eat breakfast,

so I thought I'd make us some lunch.

Sh*t.

- Wait. Where you going?

- I shouldn't have done this.

- Shouldn't have done what?

- Any of it.

I don't understand. Why?

What're you talking about? Why?

- Because...

- Because...? Look...

can you just hold on a second?

Can we just talk about this?

No, no, Danny.

We've talked too much.

- Jennifer, just stay for a minute.

- I'm sorry. I have to go.

Jennifer!

I'm sorry I'm late.

Look!

Eight people, slaughtered in Miami.

One of them is my friend.

- So what?

- You know exactly what.

- It's getting too close.

- Ay, Tio, please. Again, with that?

They are looking for you.

Don't play with me.

You'll bring me in for sure.

I know how your twisted little mind works.

Do you think this is a game?

I'm a f***ing joke to you?

Hm?

But you scare me, Cataleya.

I won't deal with your sh*t anymore.

I won't give you work,

or anything, anymore.

You are retired.

- You can't do that.

- Quiet!

How many people did you kill

when your boy died?

- How many?

- What you know my son?

You know f***ing nothing

about my son.

Tell me.

But it changed nothing.

When I lose my son,

I lose my life.

Everything is important to me,

is gone.

And I want to believe in you,

Cataleya.

Why? I still pray that you find a life,

away from this.

Because no one in our entire family

has a chance for one.

Listen. Never come to the house,

never come to the church.

Don't bother. I don't wanna wait

for your phone call no more.

I don't want you

to break my mother's heart.

Maybe this

will help you to understand...

what I'm trying to tell you.

Oh, poor daddy.

Well, hazel, actually.

Dark hair.

Thick, shiny.

Incredible body.

Killer smile.

- I think about her all day long.

- Dude, you're in love.

You're so smart.

Okay, seriously, and I mean this

from the bottom of my heart,

you're nuts.

I haven't had anyone important

in my life for at least ten years.

I finally find someone

that I really, really like,

that I...

that I wanna be with all the time.

I've got nothing.

I've got a stuffed animal and a picture.

You got a picture?

Give it up.

It's not even really a whole picture.

I took of her while she was sleeping, so...

- Oh, myGod...

- Jesus, relax.

When do I get to meet

the future Mrs. Delanay?

You? Never.

Excuse me, excuse me,

why are you writing a ticket?

- Third Precinct.

- You got that picture?

Hello, skinny face,

lying on my computer.

Oooh, she is beautiful.

Clearly out of your league.

It's not for me, it's for Danny.

Remember, the painter?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Much better match.

It's a perfect match.

How long is this gonna take?

Slow down, tiger. You're my

brother-in-law, not my boss.

And besides,

I'm not supposed to be doing this.

Sorry, sorry.

You are gonna be the fairy godmother

in the most beautiful love story ever.

Okay? Think about it.

You get the honor of saying you were

the one, who made this all happen.

And I get to lose my job

if I get caught.

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