Julia Page #9

You got lucky, man.

I don't have that luck.

Look at me.

You know I didn't turn you in.

- Do I?

- Julia,

We all knew that Elena's

stupid insane story

about getting her kid back

was bullshit. We heard it over

and over again at meetings.

Why is it that you

are the only one

who believed her?

Why?

You're dangerous to this kid, Julia,

because you're a danger to yourself.

You see that?

No.

You don't have

the guts to see it.

You're blind.

I'm going.

Go.

Julia?

We're at the airport hotel.

We're waiting for the kid.

Ohhh...

- You got the money?

- Shut your hole. Yeah, I got the money.

Not here.

I will feed that f***ing

kid's face to my dog.

I'm not the mother, a**hole.

Right? I don't give a flying

f*** what you do to him.

You're not the one

who kidnapped that kid, Santos,

Let me tell you:

I did.

Yeah, take it in.

You didn't ask the family

for a ransom.

I did!

You know for how much?

$2 million.

Oh yeah.

Today you lose, I win.

Entiendes, fuckface?

Here's my deal:

You get exactly half.

I'll do the math for you-

that is $1 million.

Okay?

When I get the kid back.

I can't believe this.

No mommies.

Read "The L.A. Times,"

you stupid sh*t.

My f***ing face is all over it.

You don't know who I am?

I'm Julia Harris.

I kidnapped that little sh*t.

And I need a gun.

Tom:
Ow!

Help! Ow!

Julia!

- Julia!

- You f***.

- Let me see.

- Okay okay.

- Let me see and now turn around.

- I don't have gun on me.

- I don't have gun!

- Now get in the car. Get in the car.

- Okay, where's the money?

- It's there.

- Where?

- There on the floor.

In one plastic bag? What the f***,

you f***ing crazy puta?

- It's all there.

- Santa Maria...

- You gonna count it?

- F*** me.

F*** me, puta.

Now will you call him and

tell him to bring the kid?

- I got a better idea.

- Now.

Lose the motherfuckers.

You have the other million here?

- No.

- We could pick the money.

Mira,

look look look,

between of us, we have two

f***ing millions of Dollar.

I wouldn't wipe my ass with you.

- You make that call.

- One day...

you sorry to say that.

- You make that call now.

- F*** you.

Jose?

You get out of the car.

Get out of the f***ing car!

Tom!

Tom, come here, Tom!

Come here, Tom!

Tom, come here to me.

Tom, Tom, Tom, come here.

She said that you must come with me.

Come here to me!

Get away from him!

You stay away from Tom!

- Hey, Tom?

- Julia:
Tom, Tom!

Tom, you stay back.

You f***ing stay away from him!

Wait, Tom, Tom!

Tom, Tom- ow!

Ow, f***!

Quick quick!

La pistola, cabron.

La pistola.

The f*** are

you doing, pendeja?

You stay away from us!

You stay away from us!

You f***ing

stay away from us.

There's a million dollars

in the trunk of my car.

Take it.

Take all of it.

I knew you were the

mother, pendeja.

I knew it!

I'm rich.

I'm rich, puta.

Adios, mamacita, adios.

Okay, I'm taking you

to your mother.

# okay, what do

we got here? #

# a horny black boy

and a frisky white girl #

# eye each other

across the room #

# and the chemistry

is unbearable #

# and definitely not

on anyone's agenda #

# he suggests they go

someplace they won't be seen #

# and she thinks otherwise,

finally they agree to go #

# and put up

with dunkin' donuts #

# the usual story #

# they fall in love

under a hail of spit #

# that they ignore while secretly

conspiring to murder each other #

# hoping that will alleviate the

slightly more uncomfortable #

# feelings that may arise

in a situation like this #

# but behind closed doors,

the eyes of the world #

# becoming their wallpaper #

# they melt into a beautiful

example of a power #

# that definitely exists #

# and come together

on a warm moonlit night... #

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