Deep Cover Page #7

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it's a million eight,

then it's a million eight...

so you owe me another seven

hundred thousand dollars...

which is already late...

so we add it

with the interest...

and there are

those little penalties.

So let's say...

a million?

Is that OK?

OK. That's fine.

Is that going to be OK with you?

Because if it's not,

we will talk about it.

It's fair.

Things that get in the way

of collecting my money...

He wasn't going

to let us live anyway, huh?

Let's go, let's go.

I'm coming.

You thought I'd let you live,

let you get away?

I got you twice.

Where is it?

No se.

Even if we'd given him

another million...

he'd have killed us.

I could tell

by the look in his eyes...

and the smirk on his face...

so I got Gallegos after all.

Despite Carver and despite

the State Department...

I got him--

John Q. Hull, the dealer...

not Russell Stevens, the cop.

It was like Jerry had said--

all my faults

were becoming virtues...

and now that I had whacked

Gallegos...

there was no turning back.

Motherf***er.

We're in business, David.

It's all right.

There could be something like

If we take it...

half of Latin America's

going to come after us.

That's the idea, David.

You don't work for Gallegos,

you work for Guzman, right?

This is what

you're going to do.

Tell him we got his money...

and we talk to him

and nobody else.

Entendes?

I see.

Oh, you flinching now, huh?

What?

Hector Guzman goes fishing

with George f***ing Bush.

He's going to give us money

for synthetic drugs.

We're going to be big time.

What if they go after

Nancy and Miranda?

Do you want to do

the designer drug thing or not?

So this is

what-the-f*** it takes.

Right? Right, Molto?

You got the balls for this,

David, or what?

OK, get your family

and take care of it.

-You take the van.

-All right.

You killed Gallegos.

You're going to pay for this.

Next time

I put your f***ing eye out.

You're lucky I need you.

You deliver the message,

you understand?

Molto and the rest

of Guzman's boys...

were going to be

all over my condo.

The banks were closed...

but I had money at the hotel...

and I wanted to check on James.

Belinda had been smoking

all afternoon as usual...

then suddenly collapsed

and went into convulsions.

Mrs. G. called the rescue squad.

By the time they got there,

she was dead.

Until I saw her lying there

quiet for once...

I never realized

how pretty she was.

I didn't want to think about it.

I didn't want to look at her...

but I couldn't get up

off the bed.

Give me a minute, chief.

You're the boss.

These people

are coming after me...

and anybody close to me,

and that's you.

You're going to the airport.

Get out of the country

as soon as possible.

You got any money?

A little.

You're going to need

some money, OK?

Why don't you take that?

The money don't know

where it came from.

You take it, OK?

You and me finished?

If you're still in business.

Are you still in it?

Please go.

KMP-five-four.

License number

Repeat. 2-Sam-Adam-George-389.

What's happening, reverend?

You know you killed

that little girl up there...

don't you?

Almost the same

as if you shot her.

You deal in vice,

you pay the price, reverend.

You really don't believe that,

now, do you, son?

Yeah, what do I believe,

reverend?

Well, I can see you're in pain.

Anybody can see it.

The girl's death

is a sin on your eternal soul...

and you're going to stay

in pain...

until you can atone for it...

somehow.

Sin and souls--who believes

in that sh*t anymore, reverend?

You do.

Want to know what a sin is?

A sin's ending up

like that girl--

where junkies prowl,

where the tigers growl...

in search

of that much-needed blow.

Where winos cringe

on a canned-heat binge...

and find their graves

in the snow.

You and me are one.

Don't forget who you are.

We got word that Mr. Guzman

had come to town...

looking for his late nephew's

one hundred million dollars.

We couldn't fight

all of Latin America...

so we invited Mr. Guzman

down to the docks...

to discuss a new arrangement.

OK, Gopher,

you know what you got to do?

Yeah, yeah. I know what to do.

Hold it right there.

You have something

that belongs to Mr. Guzman.

Most of it's here,

but we have a proposal.

We're sorry about your nephew.

My time is very short,

Mr. Jason.

We've developed a new product.

Eight-Y-five-four.

Request backup.

''C'' Street pier, San Pedro.

Possible narcotics transaction

taking place.

Male suspects.

Be advised some suspects

exited limousines.

Diplomatic plates.

Repeat. Diplomatic plates.

It's completely synthetic...

therefore, no growing,

no refining, no peasants...

best of all, no international

borders, no customs agents.

In that case are two detailed

prospecti on marketing...

with anticipated cash flow

and so forth.

You racist Americans.

You just want to cut us

poor Hispanics...

completely out of the market.

No. There's no such thing

as an American anymore--

no Hispanics, no Japanese,

no blacks, no whites.

It's just rich people

and poor people.

The three of us are all rich,

so we're on the same side.

You cannot--repeat cannot--

delay him

or arrest him in any way.

Do you copy?

Yeah.

Will not arrest or delay...

but I think

there's drug money out there...

and I can arrest and delay that.

You get me backup...

because

I'm not letting it get away.

You got it?

We'll pay back eighty percent

of what we took from Anton.

The rest you invest

in the new drug...

with proceeds paid according

to figures on page six.

Is there a product sample?

It's in the case.

Buy it.

You have a deal, Mr. Jason.

Now where's my money?

Work with me, Jesus.

Work with me, Lord.

Now, we've already taken out

the 20% for the company.

That's the other eighty.

Tenemos un pequeo problema.

Something's wrong.

Hold it!

Take it easy!

Who are you?

A policeman.

Welcome. It's always good

to see the police.

Very reassuring...

but, fortunately, we don't

have a problem, officer.

We're just on our way to dinner.

Well, what about your money?

Money?

What money?

Is there money here?

I keep my money in a bank.

El banco.

Thank you for your concern,

officer.

Vamonos.

Now put the guns down!

I said put them down!

The cops'll be here--

three minutes!

It's your last chance!

Take his gun.

I'll lower the van. Let's go.

Johnny, put the gun down!

In the name of God, Johnny...

now you put that gun down.

I'm going for my backup gun!

I got backup.

Don't do that!

You're not going to shoot me

are you, Johnny?

Are you, son?

Put...the gun down!

Come on now, son.

Put it down.

Don't!

I'm going for my gun!

Don't do that! Johnny!

You're supposed to be

wearing a f***ing vest!

What the f*** were you doing?

You're not bad.

I need a rescue ambulance!

''C'' Street pier, San Pedro!

Let's go. What are you doing?

Officer needs assistance!

''C'' Street pier, San Pedro!

Code three!

Code three?

What the f***? What--what?

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