Get The Gringo Page #4

then it's up to you if you wanna talk.

- What did he say?

- He said what does "ritmaticks" mean.

Ah, f*** it! Just kill him.

No! Hey! Hey! No! No! No! Hey!

- I swear! No! Please!

- There were only two!

- Last chance, Vasquez.

- No! Don't! Don't! No!

- I swear,

- Are you sure?

I Swear!

Who the f*** are you?

Hey! That's my money!

Javi.

Javi, you motherf***er,

I'm gonna f***in' kill ya!

Ah, Jesus!

I'm gonna kill ya, Javi,

with my own f***in' hands.

- You Buffet?

- You got it.

If you're hungry, try the

fish tacos, it's their specialty.

There's something comin' down to me and I don't

want you two to get caught in the middle of it, so...

- So, if you don't see me for a week...

- Okay.

There is something you're not telling us.

This gun belonged to Doroteo Arango.

Do you know who he was?

No, but I'm guessing he's dead,

because you have his gun.

He was better known as Pancho Villa.

This is the same gun he fired in

The Opera Restaurant in Mexico City.

- Have you ever been there?

- No.

The hole's still there in the ceiling.

They auctioned this gun off

a few years ago in the States,

they thought that was the original.

During the revolution

there was a shortage of bullets,

and Pancho was well aware of that,

so he made sure that every bullet counted.

- Who the f*** are you?

- If you really need a name,

it's Barnes, Reginald T.

And I'm sorry about the mess, I didn't mean...

You've been spending time

with the Kid and his mother...

Keep away from them,

and this is the last warning you'll get..

- What name?

- Barnes...Reginald T. Barnes.

Javi...

- Welcome to the United States.

- Hey.

- What's your citizenship?

- U.S.A.

- Where were you born, Sir?

- Chicago, Illinois.

Good morning, Warren Kaufmann's office.

Oh! Ah! One second,

I'll see if he's in.

Mr. Kaufmann,

Clint Eastwood is on the line.

- Hello?

- Hold for Mr. Eastwood, please.

Thank you.

Hey, how are ya doin'? Thanks

for takin' my call, Sir.

Well, it's quite a surprise, Mr. Eastwood.

I'm a fan of your work.

This is bullshit!

You know what, Man?

- This is not what you guaranteed me.

- Excuse me a minute, Sir.

This is not what you said...

- Okay, now, that's better.

- Ok, move along!

That's good! You all right, Man.

Hallelujah to ya!

Good! All right! Set up for take 2!

Sorry, Sir, I'm a workin' stiff, you gotta

make your time where you can.

What can I do for you,

Mr. Eastwood?

Well, ya know, I'm gonna be in San Diego for a

coupla days playin' a golf tournament, and

all the proceeds are goin'

to the Stroke Association.

I play golf myself, you know?

Well, my associates and

I are looking to make

a meeting with you, if we could.

Sit down and let you know how you can

be a part of the Stroke Association, and

doin' good in the community

and it's a damn decent tax write-off.

Well, it sounds interesting. Do you think you

could make it to my office tomorrow morning?

Yeah, I'll have my assistant, Mr. Barnes,

be in touch with your assistant...

Make all the arrangements.

Great! You'll make my day.

That's a good one.

I'll take better care of this one.

We have to do this as soon as possible.

He needs the donor.

Thanks.

Microwave's over there.

Don't let me eat this sh*t.

What's the f***'s goin' on?

All right, all right,

pop the f***in' hood, Man.

Hi, I have Warren Kaufmann

from Rapcom for Mr. Jackson.

One moment please.

I have Warren Kaufmann on the line.

The ship guy?

That's what they said.

Put him through.

- Hello.

- Hello, Mr. Jackson, thanks for take...

Excuse me for a minute.

- Thanks for taking my call.

- My pleasure, Sir, how can I help you?

Well, I understand you represent a

Mr. Frank Fowler.

- Yeah, in some matters.

- Are you familiar with my business, Mr. Jackson?

Well, from what I hear, you're

the largest shipbuilder in America.

Among other things. Look, can I assume that

our conversation is confidential?

- Yes, of course.

- Good

I'm interested specifically in Mr. Fowler's

Marshmallow-Export Business.

- I don't know what you mean.

- You don't?

Well, then, but, sorry, I must

be gettin' the wrong information.

Perhaps.

- Well, how specifically can I help you, Sir?

- Could I arrange a meeting with Mr. Fowler?

Oh, I'd have to check his availability, but ...

- I'm sure we can work something out.

- Unfortunately I can only meet tomorrow morning,

if that's possible? If you can make

that work, at my office, Downtown,

the Rapcom Building, say10 a.m.?

- We'll be there.

- Great.

Hurry-up!.

Don't move!

- Who's the brunette?

- What the hell are you doing here?

Tomorrow, morning, very important meeting,

pick you up 9 a.m., Warren Kaufmann.

- The Warren Kaufmann?

- Yep!

What the hell does he want from us?

We don't build ships, do we?

He wants to do business

with us, Frank.

Okay, 9 o'clock.

No!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I'm here to see Mr. Kaufmann.

- Mr. Barnes?

- You can only be Stephanie.

- Yes.

- It's so good to meet you at last.

- Likewise.

- Mr. Kaufmann is ready for you.

- Excellent.

Go ahead and just follow me.

- We were expecting Mr. Eastwood plus four.

- Oh, well, the Tall One is en route.

You'll hear him drop in...

cowboys and helicopters...

he'll probably buzz the building.

- Are you expecting rain, Mr. Barnes?

- Well, you never can tell, Stephanie.

-Thank you.

- Okay, step in

Mr. Barnes is here,

his associates are on the way.

Mr. Barnes. Thank you, Stephanie.

Please show the gentlemen in when they arrive.

- Mr. Kaufmann.

- So nice to meet you.

Likewise, why...and thank you for

taking this on such short notice.

My pleasure.

Look at this view! And this

is "Think outside the box".

- You know it.

- I live by it.

- Hi, we have an appointment with the Mr. Kaufmann.

- Yes, they're expecting you.

- Step in.

- Thank you.

Gentlemen, what took you so long?

Mr. Kaufmann's just in the restroom,

he should be out in a minute.

- That chopper turn up yet?

- No, not yet.

No? Okay.

- Well, make yourself at home.

- A Warhol?

No, that's a Nine Dot Puzzle.

And the trick is ya gotta

join all nine dots together

using only four lines, never

take your pen off the page.

- You gentlemen like something to drink?

- A coffee would be great.

- Sir?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

Hey! I think I got it.

Oh, my god!

Mr. Kaufmann?

Mr. Kau...my god.

Mr. Kaufmann.

There's a bomb or something,

and Mr. Kauf...

Mr. Kaufmann! Oh! Are you okay?

Oh! Oh, my god!

The Kid is stable...

barely missed his liver.

How fast can we go?

- First thing in the morning.

- No.

No, you tell me when you're done,

we're going tonight.

Put it in your mouth! Put it in!

Eat the chili, Baby! C'mon!

Suck it!

Take it all, take it all.

Now, now, now, now!

Hi.

- How do you find me?

- I followed the bread crumbs.

Even in a town like Tijuana you're kinda unique.

- I need to spring somebody outta prison here.

- Oh, Yeah, what's his name, Onepoint Sevenmil?

Stupid sonofabitch, why didn't you let me

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