Savages Page #6
Thirteen is our number,
but this is not open-ended.
I give you two weeks.
The rest of our deal
stays the same. Agreed?
Agreed.
Let's get going.
OPHELIA:
Dear Mom,don't freak when
you see the bill.
Remember,
it's a one-time-only in Paris.
Did you know
you can't even ask prices
or the snooty salesgirls
won't look at you?
These French b*tches,
they eat all the time
and they're so skinny!
OPHELIA:
So, Mom,here I am in London.
You'd die if you saw
the portrait of Ophelia
hanging in my room.
I'm having
the time of my life,
but being here really
makes me appreciate home.
I hope you know
how much I love you.
I miss you.
I'll see you soon.
O.
Esteban.
You forgot this.
(WHISPERING) Please Iet me
talk to someone.
Not him, not him.
Please, help me.
CHON:
There.There's the money.
they head south to Mexico.
You see that curve?
Road, bridge, road.
One way in, no way out.
You nervous?
No. I hijack cash
shipments all the time.
(LAUGHS)
Good.
Chon, I don't know
if I can do this.
Do what?
Kill somebody.
Look, Ben. There's no
"undo" button here.
There's still time
for you to walk away.
I got five good
guys ready to go.
No. I'm in.
This was my idea.
Good.
BILLY:
Alpha-One in position.Copy that.
DOC:
Charlie-Threein position.
Copy.
(FLICKS LIGHTER)
They don't call it
hijacking for nothing, Ben.
No.
Three bogies
coming your way.
Copy that, gentlemen.
May AIIah be with you.
First bogie,
coming your way.
Charlie, you got someone
knocking on your front door.
DOC:
We got it. Copy.I got your back.
I want you to stay flat
until you get that
clear signal from me.
You understand?
Yeah.
Third, about 300 to 400.
Here's our dance partner.
Now, breathe.
Three, two, one.
Bulletproof f***ing glass!
F*** you, puto.
He's got a radio!
Do you know what this is?
Whoo!
You see that baby blow, man?
Let's go, Iet's go,
Iet's go!
DOC:
C-team, moving in.Move, move, move!
Four... Three... Two...
(YELLING IN SPANISH)
(ORDERING IN SPANISH)
Do you know who
the f*** we are?
We're the cartel, cabron.
We'll blowtorch your balls.
Rape your wife.
And your kids.
(GRUNTING)
You good?
Yeah.
I need you to go over
there and grab my case.
Grab the case.
(FIRES GUN)
GPS.
If you see it,
get rid of it.
Doc, how we doing over there?
You clear?
Yeah, we're clear here.
Good. Go, go.
Jesse, how are we?
You clear?
BEN:
Pull over.No, you saw the radio.
They're not far behind.
I f***ed up.
Tell me, Ben.
Which Iife would
you trade for O's?
Which one?
F***ed up, man!
We f***ed up, man.
I think we got close
We're still
three million short.
Pull over!
Oh, God!
Hurry up.
Let's go!
Get yourself together, Ben.
Because tomorrow,
the sh*t's really
going to hit the fan.
(BEN MOANING)
(BARKING)
Come on.
Where are the kids?
Angela's still at practice.
The boys are sleeping over.
When the hell
are we going
to sit at the table
and have dinner
Iike a family?
Get me a beer.
What's the matter?
Are you unhappy again?
You still seeing
that therapist dyke?
Maybe I can fix
your problem. No fee.
I'll make you
pregnant again.
(GRUNTS)
(DOGS BARKING)
I want a divorce.
You want a what?
A f***ing divorce.
I don't want to be
your wife anymore.
(CURSING IN SPANISH)
What you're going
to get is another
kick in the belly.
Now shut the f*** up.
This is America, Miguel.
I know things.
Mmm-hmm.
Dolores.
One time, I tell you.
You talk to a Iawyer again,
and I will take the
three kids to Mexico
and you will never
see them again.
You know that's the truth.
F*** you!
I promise I will kill you.
That's the Dolores
I'd Iike to f***.
Turn around.
No.
(SOBBING)
(DOGS BARKING)
Get out.
Get out of here.
Get out! Go!
(JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYING)
Better be good.
ALEX:
Hernando heardGigi say they were wearing
Santa Muerte masks.
They were tall.
Thinks he saw two.
Hernando.
Yeah.
How many guys
you think did this?
At Ieast five,
maybe six.
There's three Iocations.
Almost at the same time.
And they ditched
the GPS's.
What's this?
That's an improvised
explosive device. IED.
It's from Iraq.
The sand-n*ggers use them
to blow up gero armor.
Iraq.
Who the f***...
EI Azul's been
hiring ex-soldiers.
Probably Mexican
demolition guys
from the Yankee army.
You don't know that.
Hernando.
Bury them Iike men,
what's Ieft.
Money to their families.
What do we tell Elena?
That we know sh*t.
Nothing.
She's going to get real upset
if we don't tell her nothing
and reads about
it in the papers.
Oh, shut the f*** up.
I'm the one who knows Elena.
Let me handle it.
Csar!
(ORDERING IN SPANISH)
Si, Senora.
(IN SPANISH)
No, Madrina.
But, I have a...
What?
I have this girl that keeps
insisting to talk to you.
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
My own daughter
doesn't want to talk to me,
but this one does.
Put it on.
You have a request?
Yes, I'd like to speak to
the man in charge, please.
Yes?
Oh, I'm...
Has Esteban not been
providing the essentials?
Um...
No, he did.
I'm sorry.
I'm just having
some concentration problems,
and I was hoping
maybe I could get
a little something
to take the edge off.
"The edge off"?
What's the matter?
Is it that time of the month?
I mean the stuff
we're all killing
each other over.
I see.
May I ask you how Iong
have you been using, Ophelia?
Since the eighth grade.
(LAUGHS)
And you're wondering
why you're having
concentration problems?
Do your parents know?
They didn't care.
AII right.
I can arrange something.
FEMALE NEWSCASTER:
Three vehicles smoldering
from what Iooks to be
a coordinated,
rocket-propelled
grenade attack
used in
coordination with IEDs,
which stands for
"improvised
explosive devices."
CHON:
Ben.(JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYING)
These are the same types
of explosives
used by the Taliban
against our
troops in Afghanistan.
They sure don't waste time.
They want to see you.
I don't know, man.
Remember the drill.
Look them right in the eyes.
There's only one
thing on your mind,
one thing.
It's, "F*** you,
you've got O."
I've got your back.
And watch your breathing.
Fellas.
Afternoon.
Good afternoon, yeah.
So, we got a problem.
Where were you
Iast night?
I was at home, why?
Who the f***'s this guy?
An amigo, amigo.
Three of our cars
were hit Iast night.
Seven of our men
are soon to be buried.
What?
That was you guys?
I saw that on the news.
This is f***ing great.
I've been in this
business for years
and never had a person killed.
And now you're telling me,
This Ioss ain't cutting
into our share of the take.
Where's the other one?
Huh?
Your other amigo,
where is he?
You asked me
to come alone.
Hmm?
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