Get The Gringo Page #3

- He did want a cremation, didn't he?

- Oh, I didn't know him that well.

We have a serious problem.

Is this something I can help you with?

Well, the thing is, two of the cops who were

with us when we first met, turn up dead.

Cops die all the time, it's part of the trade.

What is troubling is the fact, they were tortured.

Badly! So, we wanted to ask you

where you got the money.

We are just concerned that

someone might be looking for you.

- And of they are, we need to know who it is.

- I see.

Two million bucks is a lot of money.

Two million dollars is a

lot of money, you're right.

Why, it says here they were

found in a brand new Mercedes.

Which model was it?

Listen! Things can get better

or worse for you in here.

Well, let me guess, you got friends in here, too.

Well, I'm sure Javi's powers

stretches outside these walls.

I mean, he knows about the

money you stole from me, huh?

- I mean, you gave him his cut, right?

- Listen, you f***ing Gringo.

You may think you have this BS figured out,

but you don't know sh*t!

- Just tell us where you got the money.

- I'll tell you what...

Whoever tortured those cops,

surely knows you're in here.

If you tell us, we could help.

Because otherwise, it's just a matter

of time before they come get you.

I know. You're right! And...and here's the thing,

and I'm sure the two of you will agree with me...

they'll be coming to get you two first,

so here's my advice,

Stop spending my f***in' money, put it someplace

safe and then go and hide yourselves, okay?

Because when they find you, they will kill you,

and then I'll never get my damn money.

- Suit yourself! And watch your back in here!

- Yeah! Take it easy out there.

You're have no idea who we are.

You're Vasquez, badge No. 9-0-3-4-8-9,

and you're Romero, badge No. 1...Ah! F*** it!

- Ya ever been fishing?

- Never been outta the Joint.

No? Well, you got a treat

in store with a scheme like this.

There he is.

You know what to do,

divide and conquer.

Sorry.

Bang, bang.

- Heart shot.

- Yeah, well, you spot, I'll shoot, come here.

We did better than I thought.

Here, here's your cut.

- Here, I got these for you, too.

- What is it?

- Nicotine gum.

- What's it do?

Stops the craving. Don't flash it around, don't

spend it in big chunks, that's how you get bonged, okay?

Hey! How about that beer now?

- Now? Twist my arm?

- Which one?

This one. Thank you.

I was a user, that's how we met.

Then I help him out cutting the sh*t, packing it.

We got busted with 3 kilos.

- Cup of ginger?

- Thank you.

At least I got cleaned-up in here.

You got a cigarette?

- Yeah, you remind me of someone.

- Yes.

If you tell him,

I'll kick your ass.

- Again?

- Worse!

Where is he?

Is he around?

- I think he went for a beer.

- What?

Oh, you bum!

- So, are...you married?

- Easy, Mamacita, you're moving a little fast.

It's a very sensitive subject for me, I ...

I was.

She ran-off with a former business

associate of mine, one Reginald T. Barnes.

We were doing a job,

I got away, he got caught.

He ratted me out for immunity,

and I did seven years in the Slammer.

She ended-up shackin'-up with him.

Nice, huh?

You know, I still have recurring dreams about it.

Yeah...there's a knock on the door,

Reginald's opens it

he's wearin' underpants and eating

a bowl of corn flakes, weird, huh?

Yeah, not a pretty sight, there's milk

spillin' down his chin and sh*t.

and my wife's makin' coffee over behind him.

And these two goons at the door

whip-out these massive canons and

guh-guh, guh-guh, guh they start

fillin' begin his chest full of holes,

He hits the floor, dead as a mackerel, she drops

the coffee and starts screamin' her ass off.

And then?

Then I wake up.

- The resentment will kill us all.

- But them first!

Well, here's to resentment.

- I know you know about the liver.

- I know.

- How rare can blood be?

- Very.

It's called "Bambi Blood",

one in half a million.

- And Javi found a match.

- Your husband.

And my son.

I never know when they'll come for him.

Yeah, well, we're not gonna let that happen.

Are we?

Caracas ...

I saved your brother's life.

I saved your life, too,

I protected the Kid and the liver.

Terminated two troublesome employees.

Don't tell me you weren't thinking

about killing him already.

I saved you the embarrassment of

having family blood on your hands.

And if he was willing to kill your brother,

he was comin' to kill you next,

in about a minute and a half, to be precise..

So, I saved your f***in' life twice.

F***!

F***!

F***!

Okay, okay, give me a minute,

I gotta change my shorts.

Gotta wait!

Which one?

Yep!

Hey there!

- Oh, hey, Butter Balls.

- Yeah, "Butter Balls".

Just checkin'-in, wanted to see how ya were doin'.

Fine.

Oh, yeah...

Well, you know, I see you're still

hangin' in there, so...

So...I know there's money, I can

still help you out, all I want is a

piece of the pie.

Talkative as ever,

but that's okay.

Say, it was nice knowin' ya.

Sorry, if we got off on the wrong foot.

Good luck, then, you're gonna need it.

Butter Balls was puttin' the squeeze on me,

sooner than I thought.

It was time to play a card I'd been holding back.

Tryin' to get my cash a little closer.

Good day.

What do you want?

I have some information for you

that you might find valuable.

Two cops, Vazquez and Romero,

badge number 9-0-3-4-8-9...

- We know our cops.

- Oh! You know them?

Well! In that case, you'll

find this really interesting.

They took a sizeable amount of money from

me when they brought me here and I figure

I'll never see the money again and

I just wonder if they gave you your cut.

- What?

- What's in it for you?

Nothin' now, probably since I told you,

but I...look, I think a finder's fee would be fair.

- How much?

- Oh, I don't need much, 10% maybe...okay, 8.

- How much money?

- Oh...

You know, I only stole it,

I didn't have time to count it...

but, I...ballpark? 10 million,

maybe a little more.

You know what will happen

if you are pushing my leg?

Yeah, I know, I know.

I wouldn't push your leg.

See you later.

The Boss rejects it...one million seven.

- Where the f***'s the rest?

- I...I swear to God, that's all there was.

- That's bullshit.

- No bullshit! It's true.

Hello, can you see me?

Uh...yeah, Boss, I can.

Okay, good, is it all there?

No, there's only one point seven

and a coupla new cars out front.

- Where's the rest?

- It's all there...except for what we spent.

- The cars, some hookers...

- We bought them shoes and tacos, that's all.

- Friends, where is the rest of my money?

- That's all there was.

Talk to the gringo that stole it.

- Cut the toe off.

- But...we already did that, Boss, two of 'em.

- Cut another off.

- No, please. I swear.

That's all there was.

Mr. Vasquez, listen very carefully.

You see, I'm missing four million dollars,

you're missing three toes, so far.

I'll give you a moment to do the arithmetic,

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