The Bag Man Page #7

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You'll like it down there.

It's hot.

And hook up with

some guy named Jack?

You make sure that this Jack

still has what it takes.

You f*** with his head,

you understand?

You're gonna have to

have some play dates

with the local boys

to pull this off.

No one's gonna know who the hell

you are or who you work for.

You're on your own down there.

Wonderful.

What's so important about this guy?

There are people in

my life who I trust,

and there are people

in my life who can kill.

But there aren't any

killers I trust

other than Jack,

but I'm not so sure anymore.

I think the guy's gone

soft in the head.

And he's probably gone

soft in the dick too.

So I would like you

to overexert him.

I could save you a lot

of time and trouble.

Whatever you need

Jack for I can handle.

(CHUCKLES)

Now, if only that were true.

Unfortunately,

my six-foot chameleon,

it isn't.

Well, he better be cute then.

I think he looks like a f***ing,

average chipmunk,

but what do I know?

One thing I do know,

the guy's a killing machine.

But he's a sap.

So I want you to give him the whole

Jack-I've-gotten-myself-

into-so-much-trouble

can-you-please-help-me-out routine.

That I can do.

And, baby...

And, baby, if this gets f***ed up,

this goes South or something

goes wrong and I die,

I want you to snuff Jack.

Kill him?

In the unlikely event that this

guy somehow manages to kill me,

which would actually prove

that he's considerably more

capable than I suspect

he is at this point,

I would want you to kill him.

You know I'd avenge your death

just out of love, right?

But a girl's gotta make a living.

Don't worry, along with love,

you'll get $5 million.

And you'll disappear, and

you'll live a long, sweet life.

And you'll remember me when you

say your prayers at night.

Go to my lawyer with

proof of Jack's death.

He's a f***ing stickler for detail.

Come to think of it,

you might wanna

consider bringing him

Jack's head in a bag.

RIVKA:
Come on, Mr. F***ing-

stickler-for-detail.

Let's you and me go for a ride.

A ride? Where?

Do I look like the

kind of girl who would

walk around with a

human head in a bag?

It's a little hard to say.

You do look like a pretty tough

girl and you must have been

to have outlasted

both Jack and Dragna.

You have no idea.

Well, I have some idea that

you weren't a Girl Guide.

I'm gonna be your tour guide.

Are you crazy?

I've been called worse.

Come on.

Enough talk, let's go!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on, hold on.

Let's just cut to the chase.

You look like the sort of girl who

is going to be more than happy

to carry $5 million in

cash and gold bullion.

I didn't know I was

that transparent.

LAWYER:
You got room in that bag?

Oh, yeah.

Nice doing business with you.

You might wanna take what you've

left implanted in my wall.

Keep it.

Fair exchange.

See you.

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