Mercury Plains Page #2

Now!

Jack.

Jack.

I can see you.

No you can't.

Come on Jack, let me out.

You know I can't.

- Is it piss or Water?

- Water.

- Are you lying?

- Smell it yourself.

Do you have any food?

Mitch.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Attention!

God bless, let's eat.

Mitch.

I Want my money, I'm going home.

Mitch, I can't

keep building fences,

knowing they ain't gonna hold.

That's not 5,000 dollars.

You're lucky you're

still breathing.

I Want What was promised to me.

You Want to be great?

You are great.

It's itching inside of you,

just Waiting to get out,

but there's no Way to prove it.

There's no playing field.

You go back up

to the States now...

no one will ever know it.

But here...

When you look out on the

desert, What do you see?

You see sand.

I see shimmering horizons.

I see silver and gold

that flow like water.

You see a mirage,

I see mercury plains.

I see women, I see music.

I see love,

and I see a whole lot of money.

There's no money down here.

Oh, that's Where

you're wrong son.

There's more money down here

than all the banks

in Texas combined,

you can thank the

cartels for that.

What's in it for me?

The only Way to find out,

is to measure yourself

against the mercury plains.

Whatever we confiscate,

you keep half.

But I need you here.

Boys are starting to look up to you,

they need a leader.

Half.

Mitch Davis.

Paul Whitesall.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm here to kick ass.

Who's ass, I don't care.

As long as it's spic,

Injun, or white trash.

Which is pretty much

a damn near certainty,

considering this line of work.

Wouldn't you say?

That's a pretty gun Paul.

Thank you.

There's suddenly a

time in any mans life.

Where he can look back

and see a turning point.

But for a soldier,

every moment is a turning point.

Who wants it?

Paul the apostle.

There's a drug runner working

out of Monclova.

It's a smaller town,

and he's keeping a low profile

for a white man.

But last week, a little

girl turned up dead

in Houston, on some bad meth,

his operation sold to her.

I got a newspaper article

with a picture on it

if you wanna let that

little girl's face

burn into your

brain a little bit.

But you shouldn't

need the motivation.

This guy is wrong,

and you are right.

But he's smart,

and he's well protected.

So We're gonna need to use

a little diversion.

Look at that bastard.

Shirt.

Beautiful f***ing shirt.

YO, guys.

- Sir, you need taxi?

- No.

You're going to the airport, yes?

You need a taxi.

I sent for a car thanks.

They're not here.

Taxi's better and less money.

Yeah, you know What, I'm gonna

give him another minute OK.

Come to my brothers taxi.

No, you know What, no alright.

It'll be here.

OK, don't, we'll see.

You're gonna be late.

Kid, What are you doing?

Come on, Benito!

Get out!

I'll light you up! Get out!

Get out!

On your knees,

on your f***ing knees!

OK.

- What the f***?

- What the f*** is pin number?

Come on!

It's... it's a credit card,

it doesn't have a pin number.

Where are the drugs?

The blue one,

the blue one has the number.

What's the pin number?

- One, one, four, four.

- What?

- One, one, four, four.

- Where are the drugs?

- They're not here.

- Alright, let's go guys.

Let's go!

Get the f***,

get out of the Way.

Where are they!

Paul, Paul!

Paul, let's go! Hey, come on!

Paul! Let's go!

We gotta put him in the taxi.

We gotta...

We gotta take him to get help.

Let's go!

Paul, put him in the cab.

Paul, put him in the taxi,

come on!

Let's go!

We gotta go.

We gotta go.

Come on, Benito.

I think he dies now.

Benito, let's go!

Mitch.

- Yeah.

- Do you know how to read?

Why?

I found the letter,

in the shirt.

Maybe from the girlfriend.

No, no, I don't

know how to read.

Yes, you do.

It's not from his girlfriend.

What's the problem?

Come on.

Read it.

"Dear Brad, I'm writing

early in the morning,"

before anyone else is up.

Things are clear in

the morning aren't they?

I've been planting a new garden

behind the shed.

Sometimes I think

planting is the best pan.

And if so, why plant

the garden at all?

I guess that's life.

"I hope everything is going

well for you down in Mexico."

What is it?

Shut up!

Jesse... shut your mouth.

"We pray for you each night

at the dinner table."

Eliza insists on it.

She always says for

Jesus to guide you,

and keep you from harm.

"Just those Words every time."

Aye yai, yai, yai!

Hey, everybody would

you shut the f*** up!

We've got a letter in here.

"We all wish that Jesus

would guide you back home."

I understand your reasons

for staying so long.

You say you love the country

and that it's good

for your career.

But I can't help but think that

your fight with your father

has clouded your thinking.

I talked to him and he said

that he's sorry

about What happened

and he would say as much to you.

And you know how

hard-headed he is.

If staying in Mexico is What

you truly think is best,

we will understand.

But we miss you.

We Want you here

and we will Welcome you back

if you'd Want to come home.

"Love always, Mom, Dad, Eliza."

We go to four ATM's.

The daily limit is maxed.

We can try for more tomorrow.

Hey, Mitch.

I could not sleep.

Take your pick.

We approach them.

We're from out of town.

Nobody knows us.

We're rich, we got a car.

We got bodyguards.

We're looking to

make a big purchase.

We act like dip shits,

we offer too much money,

too much to refuse.

Now they don't trust us,

but they Want the money,

cause they're greedy bastards.

Let them set the time,

let them set the place.

It means they're be more

off guard, when we hit them.

Now... let's go act like dip shits.

I gotta go for a second baby.

Oh, I Want to dance.

Wait.

Barry!

You don't dance in a

place like this alone.

Go get her guys, come on.

Come on.

Hey, partner.

You gotta go.

No, I'm gonna sleep.

Shotgun.

When the rebels

stormed Kinshasa in '97

and the government troops for the

repressive regime, ran like girls,

you know what they found at the

front lines of the Rebel Army?

Boys, covering 30 miles a day on foot

against a western trained army

with tanks and APCs.

Average age 14, meanest f***ing

fighters in the world.

Too young to fear death,

but just old enough

to like '(he taste.

And when they stood

and overlooked the Congo River,

the city laid out before them,

they were like Adam,

the day he created fire.

Scattered the beasts

into the jungle,

leaving man the

cities and the plains,

and the valleys to

do what he wanted,

to take what he wanted.

You are standing at a precipice.

The world lies before you.

Go and take What is yours.

Fire.

Hold it.

Target is moving.

Black truck.

Yes, over.

Trouble, We've got some cars moving

in different directions.

Mitch takes the truck,

you take the other one.

OK.

Good... again!

Put the lights on, the wires.

Benito, pull the Window down.

Pull it down, all the Way.

HEY, Dull over!

- Pull over!

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