Tequila Sunrise Page #7

...he shipped cocaine that got

soaked in gasoline on a tanker.

HAL:

What is this?

you just paid half a million for it.

You're full of sh*t. Carlos wouldn't

go to that trouble for half...

Half a million? Probably not, but

who knows what he's really up to?

Your snitch isn't going to tell us.

Where's Escalante?

I don't know.

He said something about

going back to his boat.

His boat?

He sailed up here from Ensenada.

Said he wanted to go fishing

for albacore on the way home.

Gone fishing?

What is wrong with that?

Escalante is Carlos,

you miserable sh*t.

CARLOS:
She works hard in a restaurant,

but never takes the time...

...to enjoy a meal.

She starts taking the time.

She enjoys it.

She goes from one customer

to another...

...from your friend Frescia

to his friend McKussic to...

...who knows?

I'm sure the girl has friends

of her own.

The point is she's discarded

her traditional values.

She's lost.

Then she uses cocaine,

for Chrissake.

Naturally, she dies.

It's an American tragedy.

Don't worry, buddy,

I won't kill her unless you approve.

And if I don't approve?

Then we talk until you do.

Come on, when was the last time

we smoked some really good sh*t?

Come on.

Life is serious enough.

(CARLOS SINGING)

Where is she?

WOOD Y:
I should be the one calling you

for help. It's been rowdy tonight.

WOOD Y:
What's up?

NICK:
We've got to find a boat.

Probably out of Ensenada. Put in

for mooring in the last five days.

You want me to call every harbor

master between here and Mexico?

(OVER RADIO) This is Torres at

Vallenari's. She's not here, Nick.

Check McKussic's and

get back to me right away.

Why would I do something like that?

What for? What would I gain?

We've been sitting here...

...doing nothing but

asking ourselves that same question.

I haven't seen any matador stand

his ground like that since Abruza.

He's a p*ssy.

He's the finest matador in Mexico.

He's a p*ssy, man.

Why is that, buddy?

I don't know why.

Look at him.

Look at the matador. What does he

f***ing do? He dresses up in his...

...spangles and puts on

his f***ing sequined jacket...

...and wraps that sash

around his waist.

Then puts on

his little pink stockings...

...and his hair up in a little

pigtail. I mean, that's a p*ssy.

That's what a bullfight is.

It's saying he's a p*ssy.

And we're the bull.

MAC:
They got that thing and

they wave it like a red flag.

What do we do?

We charge that sucker!

They always got the edge.

They know what we'll do.

We're predictable.

They're just going to stick it in...

...and break it off.

There's not a f***ing thing to say.

Bravo, buddy!

What do we do about it?

What do we do? You die.

You f***ing die. That's what.

Wait, I've seen him this way.

He's very serious.

Are you coming with me

or are you staying?

This is a tragic f***ing mistake,

buddy.

She'll testify and she'll get

us all. She's the only one who can.

What will you do about that? What

about your boy, family, friends?

- What are you going to do?

MAC:
Get in the boat.

(CARLOS IN SPANISH)

CARLOS:

I urge you to reconsider.

Meet me at Pier 17. Stay up

on channel 12. I'll tell you when.

MAC:

Son of a b*tch!

MAC:
Could you get me a flashlight?

There's one near the companionway.

Can you do that now, please?

MAC:

How about that light?

MAC:

Could you turn it on?

Could you hold it, please?

Right, just there.

That's an awful lot of money.

MAC:

$ 15 million.

JO:

That's an awful lot of money.

MAC:
Money makes people predictable,

at least. They'll never be reliable.

Nick knows everything about me now.

I didn't talk about you.

MAC:
Forget it.

JO:
I don't want to.

MAC:
I don't care what you want.

When I drop you off...

...you better take

a long vacation in Bora Bora...

...because you'll never live

to testify.

JO:
I was never going to testify.

MAC:
You're telling me.

Mac, I'd die before I'd hurt you.

That was being arranged.

If you believe what Carlos said,

why didn't you let him kill me?

Could you hold the light?

Mac.

Mac, I love you.

You got to stop talking, you know?

I got to fix this boat

or someone will get killed.

I'll put it like this. Shut up or

I'll smack you. Now hold the light.

I love you.

I love you.

Don't say that again.

I love you.

I love you.

I tell you right now...

...if we find McKussic

anywhere near Escalante...

...I'll put him away for 25 years.

That's not what we agreed.

You're reneging on a deal.

You're a lying no-good cocksucker

and a four-flushing son of a b*tch.

But, no matter.

You didn't tell me Mac was involved.

- What's the difference?

- Mac's a friend.

He's a drug smuggler.

What do you mean, Frescia?

Let's see.

You've lost half a million dollars,

confiscated a ton of useless coke...

...caused the murder of a federal

informant, and that's just tonight.

That's all bullshit,

and you know it.

NICK:

Think about this.

Mac can identify Escalante

as Carlos...

...and prove you've been partners

with the biggest drug dealer...

...in Mexico for eight years,

whether you knew it or not.

And when you put Mac away,

he puts you away.

Any luck, Woody?

WOOD Y:

Yeah, see you.

WOOD Y:

I got to go post warning signs.

WOOD Y:
Can you give me a hand?

- Yeah, sure.

It will make messy headlines.

NICK:

At least the CIA does it on purpose.

When will I see you?

MAC:

How about dinner?

What time do you want

your reservation?

I'll put it down.

Anything else I can do?

Marry me.

Let's go.

Let's do it now.

MAC:
Hey, Woody.

Nick, thanks for showing up.

- How did you two get here?

MAC:
Boat. Could you excuse us?

MAC:
Did Woody have

any trouble getting ahold of you?

NICK:

None at all.

MAC:
I need you

to look after her for a while.

NICK:

Tell me where Carlos is...

...or you're an accessory

to your cousin's murder.

Mac, you're under arrest.

I hate to pull a gun on you

but that's how it is.

At this point, that's nothing new.

Here's another gun you pulled.

I don't believe you'll use that.

I know how you feel.

I don't get it.

I mean, you're not this stupid.

I caught you.

You can't pretend you're not caught.

You can't spend the rest of

your life hiding in Mexico, either.

You got one chance.

Turn yourself in.

What for?

- What for?

MAC:
Yeah, what for?

I told you I had an accounting

problem in the restaurant.

I've been keeping money for someone

and he's here to pick it up.

I want to get this.

You'd kill me over drug money?

It's a lot of money.

What's it going to be?

I can't believe this.

I can't believe what you've done

with your f***ing life!

I can't believe you either, thinking

you can do anything, like Carlos.

You try to f*** her,

he tries to kill her.

Woody's the only one of us worth

anything. He's got a decent job.

I'll be back in an hour

and you can lock me up.

You lied to me.

You wouldn't shoot me over money.

You've got to tell me

where Mac's gone.

JO:

Why should I?

He'll try to kill Carlos...

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