Spanish Judges Page #2

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Can I have a bucket, please?

- Who are you?

- No, no! Piece!

Who are you?

Who are you?

- He's Max's brother.

- I'm Max's brother.

- Hold it! He's Max's brother.

- I'm Max's brother.

Max's brother.

Why do you have Max's brother

tied to a chair for?

Because, he probably

isn't Max's brother--

What is it that you need?

What is it?

Wellings!

Wellings.

What are we gonna do?

He rooked us!

We? This is your screw up.

Why didn't you count the money

when he gave it to you?

I didn't think I had to.

We've been working

with this guy five, six--

I don't know

how many months.

I trusted him.

Piece, you're a crook!

What are you doing

trusting anybody?

That's it!

That is it, that's--

I got in this mess because I--

because I trusted you!

That envelope was on the table

in front of us

the whole time we

were sitting there.

I mean, you could have

counted that.

You could have counted--

Why didn't you count the money?

I couldn't do it,

it would've been impolite.

Now I look like an idiot

in front of Max's friend.

Brother.

Whatever!

God!

The point is that--

I don't know what the point is.

Stupid--

You're stupid.

You're a stupid b*tch!

- Jamie:
Where are you going?

- To get my money.

Yo.

Did I tell you

to come with me?

Stay here.

You can't come with me.

You call him a cheat

and he'll shoot you dead.

- Piece:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Come here, baby.

( door slams )

Oh, that's Jack, honey.

At least that's what

we're calling him for now.

- Who are you?

- You mean right now?

She's from another planet.

Do you want to talk to her?

Do you want to hear

stories about meteors

and comets

and little green men?

Of course that doesn't make her

any more full of sh*t than you are.

Baby, why don't

you go and get Angie?

I'll go get Angie now.

I'm from Mars.

Martians know all your secrets.

Psst!

Get in there.

What is that all about?

Ask Piece, she's his.

He picked her up a while ago when

we were living in New Orleans.

She was trying to sell

magnolia blossoms to the people.

Baby:
Fly!

What are you doing?

What did I tell you?

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

So anyway, she was trying to

sell these flowers

and she had

the idea all wrong.

She was actually paying people

to take the things from her.

When we were getting ready

to leave town,

Piece decides to bring

her along.

I guess it makes him feel

important to have a human pet.

I hope it makes him

feel good about himself.

He ain't doing shitfor her.

She's better off on the street.

Being owned is

better than starving to death.

Bullshit.

It's a pity you

don't look anything alike.

I always hoped Max

had an identical twin.

Somebody with his face

and someone else's head.

( singing lullaby )

Jamie, Max is crazy.

I don't know what

he'll do

if he finds his brother

tied to a chair.

Hmm?

The sh*t I get talked into.

( door opens )

Jamie!

If I don't get a cashew nut,

I'm gonna puke!

Jamie!

Jamie!

Jamie, we're moving on.

Close up your deals,

don't take on anymore.

We are no longer residents

ofthis stinkhole city.

I have not had a pleasant

stay in the city of Los Angeles.

I have had a profitable stay,

in the city of Los Angeles.

But that's okay.

That's okay.

Because I've learned something.

And when I'm learning something,

nobody can say

that I'm moving assways.

You know what I learned?

I learned you can't get back

respect once you've lost it.

Do you remember when

we first came to this city?

People would see me

and they would say,

"That man has had

some success."

"That man has success

written all over him."

"That is a successful man."

And they all

treated me accordingly.

You know?

Nice comments about my shoes,

my clothes, valet parking...

Yeah!

A couple of bad things--

a few weeks--

A couple of lousy bad months,

and what do I get?

I get 10 tuxedo-less

freaks with serving trays,

and not one Goddamned nut

in the whole place.

Here, baby.

Oh.

No!

Yeah.

Don't you give me any lip

about moving again, either.

We're gonna have a fresh start.

Maybe Chicago, or Detroit.

Somewhere new.

Somewhere that

I can be treated like a...

Iike a successful man.

Want to be

a successful man, Max?

Where did you come from?

I've been sitting

right here the whole time.

New boyfriend,

Sister Mary Agnes?

He says

he's your brother, Jack.

My brother?

Nice to see you again, bro'.

Particularly since, we've never

seen each other before.

Particularly since,

I don't have a brother.

And since I never

have had a brother.

I could be considered

brother-less.

I find it very

interesting.

Why don't you

explain it to me?

Apparently I'm not

his brother after all.

I should have just shot you.

Why don't you?

Jack?

Jack, if that's

your real name?

It's as good as any.

What do we do now, Jack?

What do you wanna do?

Jack:
Ooh! God!

I was sent here

by a friend of yours, Bernie Nick.

Bernie Nick!

Max:
Yeah, I know Bernie.

So, how do I know you know him?

He's the one who told me

the story about New Orleans,

and the long hauls, right?

I had it right, Jamie.

Didn't I have it right?

Max:
So what?

Bernie's a dick.

I don't trust him.

Jack:
I know, neither do I.

If I had I would have used him,

but instead...

I want to use you.

Use us for what?

I have a proposition,

a little business proposition.

A collection tonight.

It's a big take,

very minimum risk.

How big,

how minimum?

It's a million dollars in cash.

What do you think?

And how much of

the money comes our way?

I was thinking 5%...

How about 10%, $100,000 each?

$100,000 a head?

Jamie:
Oh, yeah.

Yeah what?

Max:
We don't even

know whatwe're doing.

You wantthe long version,

or the shortversion?

- Shortversion.

- I need protection.

Give me the long version.

All right!

The long version.

Eight months ago,

in San Francisco,

my friends and I were hired

to obtain some merchandise.

A set ofvery rare antiques

from the court of

King Charles IV of Spain.

They were known

as the "Spanish Judges."

The guy was willing

to pay very well for them,

no questions, all ofthat.

He showed us the house

and the merchandise was in.

We spent nearly two weeks

getting our plan together.

But when we finally moved in,

another group of hired thieves

had beaten us to the punch.

The Spanish Judges were gone.

They disappeared

earlier that night.

Like I said, the pieces

were in demand.

My associate and I went back

to our employer with the bad news.

He was furious.

He took it out on

my bestfriend's skull.

They beat him within

an inch of his life.

And once it was over,

he hired us right back again.

He just couldn't

let go ofthe idea

of having the Judges

all to himself.

- You follow?

- Max:
Sure.

Sure, he sent you

and your crooks

to rub out the other

crooks for a better price.

Six months and five cities,

until we finally found them.

They had been holed up

in this little motel,

right outside ofTucson.

We confronted them.

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