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So the next time you start

blowing hot air and playing the hero,

just remember,

if it wasn't for me,

you wouldn't be here.

Call me for dinner.

Wow.

- One or two of them?

- I don't care.

Well, let's flip for it.

- Heads or tails?

- Tails.

- Mademoiselle.

- Excuse me.

Why don't you

show the picture around?

We'll get the drinks.

I think I'll make me

some new friends.

Muchas gracias.

Twenty bucks for these drinks.

Sure glad it's your money.

Look, if you're still mad

because I called you a fruitcake,

I really didn't mean it.

It's not the first time.

Maybe I am a little nutty.

Well, if you are,

you're the prettiest nut I've ever seen.

Is that your idea of flattery,

Mr. Donigan?

I reckon.

I guess I would like

to know you better, though.

What would you like to know?

I don't know.

How about something... intimate.

Intimate?

Okay.

Ever since I was a child,

I've had visions.

I'd see things,

and then they'd happen.

That scared me,

so I learned to tune it out

until I found this map.

Since then,

everything's been going crazy.

The images have

really been frightening.

That's why I'm here...

to understand

what's happened to me.

Is that intimate enough for you?

I was expecting something simple,

you know, like maybe

you...slept in the nude

or something.

I do.

- Did you get anything?

- Does hostility count?

Well, I'm gonna have to

show you how it's done.

- Just be subtle, okay?

- No sweat.

Twenty dollars American

for information!

Max.

I don't think you should be waving

that money around in public like this.

Fifty dollars!

Fifty dollars!

One hundred dollars

for information!

One hundred dollars, American!

Sold!

- Ludlow Boggs.

- Max Donigan.

What brings you to San Miguel,

Mr. Donigan?

- We're on a--

- Archaeological expedition.

Yeah, right.

Into the interior?

Not bloody likely.

You'll be shot on sight.

The government isn't letting

anyone in without official clearance.

How well do you know this country?

Well enough.

Oh, I'd never go into the jungle.

However, I know somebody who does.

There was mention

of a hundred dollars, American.

When we hear what we're buying.

Fair enough.

There's a small village

200 miles from here in the interior.

- Name?

- Chajal.

Find a man named Gutierrez.

He's the best guide in the country.

Tell him I sent you.

Take you to Hell for the right money.

Ta very much.

Toodaloo.

Wasn't that easy?

He said your mother was a pig

and your father was a dog.

Did he mention my sister?

He's just looking for trouble.

I don't feel like rotting in some

Godawful prison over some bar fight.

I second that.

He said you have

sexual relationships with goats.

No, no, wait.

Let me talk to him.

Oh, no, no!

What are you doing?

I'll handle this.

Oh, no!

He's gonna get hurt.

No, he's just working out

his frustrations.

How's it going?

I'm wearing him down.

Oh, Max.

I--I may have been too rash.

Yep.

!Alto!

!Alto!

Doesn't feel good, does it?

Say good night.

I never realized

what a spunky devil you are.

I hate fighting.

Hold this.

Max, watch out!

- Are you all right?

- Fine, fine.

Hell.

I'm doing all right.

- Want this gum back?

- No, I got some.

You guys make friends like this

everywhere you go?

At least we got a lead out of it.

What good does it do?

You heard Boggs.

They're never gonna

let us into the interior.

We were lucky

to get out of that bar alive.

Don't worry about a thing.

I got a plan.

It won't work.

- You haven't even heard it yet.

- I'm playing the odds.

- Oh, geez.

- Oh, Jesus.

They're going to Chajal tomorrow.

Going to meet a man named Gutierrez.

- Girl going with them?

- Looks that way.

Good.

I get my payoff now, right?

You want your payoff now?

No, no...

Forget about the money.

Please, no...

I don't believe this.

I just don't believe this.

What if they ask us for our papers?

- What if they do?

- We don't have any papers, Max.

Just act wise and holy.

I hope there's a dining car.

How many pictures

does one person need?

I thought priests

were supposed to be tee-totalers.

I thought nuns

were supposed to be virgins.

Subtlety's not one of

your strong suits, is it?

Leo's the subtle one.

I'm in charge of...

charm.

Max Donigan, if you're

trying to make a pass,

I appreciate the gesture, but...

I hardly think we're dressed for it.

Yeah, I know, but...

you know,

you really do look...

...good.

Thank you...

I think.

!Alto!

!Alto!

? Que pasa?? Que pasa?

Senor! Senor!

What's going on?

We're picking up some soldiers.

Probably just routine questioning.

I don't like the routine.

Maybe they won't get to us.

Si.

He wants to see our papers.

He wants us to follow him...rapido.

No problem.

Just play dumb.

I thought we were playing

wise and holy.

You try wise and holy,

I'll try dumb.

What about me?

- Look virginal.

- Look virginal.

He wants us

to deliver the last rites.

- We can do that.

- But they'll never buy it, Max.

You just have to do a convincing job.

Me? Why me?

I don't know anything

about this stuff!

Don't even think about it.

- Here, it's your plan. You do it.

- You're just being petty.

- Is that so?

- Yes!

- Say something in Latin.

- I don't know any Latin, Max.

You think they do?

Gracias.

Ax-may, this is all a your alt-fay,

you stupid-ay erk-jay.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Amen.

She found his papers.

It's only a superficial wound.

He's not going to die.

!Padre!!Gracias. Padre!

It's a miracle.

She thinks we did it.

He wants you to bless him.

E pluribus unum.

!Gracias!!Gracias!

!Muchas gracias. Padre!

What'd I tell you? Piece of cake.

Never a cab when you need one.

I'd feel a whole lot better

if I could see some people

around here, wouldn't you?

Depends on who they are.

Come on, you guys.

Okay, you guys, smile.

All right, little closer.

All right, now serious.

- Let's go find Chajal.

- Yep.

I hope they have

a good restaurant there.

I'm starving.

She hasn't quite

figured it out yet, has she?

When she does,

you get to explain it to her.

They've ransacked this place.

There's not a soul around.

So much for...

what's his name?

- Gutierrez.

- Yeah.

I heard something.

Just your imagination.

- Here comes my imagination.

- Run for the banana field!

You know, you almost

got me killed back there.

That's gratitude for you.

- Thank you.

- Anytime.

Max? Leo?

Sir, I'm afraid

you've got the wrong idea.

I'm not a nun. See?

I'm an American.

My name is Patricia Goodwin.

I'm a legal secretary

from Los Angeles,

and I know you're

probably not gonna believe it,

but I'm down here visiting friends.

See? No nun!

Senorita.

Okay, Manuel, run away!

Run away!

Beat it!

Give me that thing.

- Where'd you get it, anyway?

- It's a gift from an old lover.

What?

We better get out of here

before those soldiers show up.

Nah, they've given up

on us by now.

I figure we've got about...

...twelve miles to the nearest town.

Is anybody hungry here

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