The Matador Page #2
- No, no, you go.
- You're the one with the kids.
- And you're the one with a tree
in your kitchen.
Come on somebody has to stay, I'll call
the minute I hear something.
- Call me sooner.
- Yeah.
- Oh, God!
- What?
Cell-phone,
I think I left it at the front desk.
- Yeah, yeah.
- So you're staying an extra few days.
- What?
- I couldn't help but overhear. - So you're
spying on my personal conversations now?
Something about the a**hole-buyers
not being completely convinced?
Now they wanna hear about other pitches?
Sorry about that.
I knew things was too good
to be true anyway.
I'm sorry about the circumstances,
bu I'm glad you're still in town-
-because it gives me the opportunity to tell
you how embarrassed I am about last night.
See...
See... the thing is...
I liked you.
I kind of enjoyed talking
to someone, you know.
- Just talking.
- Really?
And yet...
... I tell you about my dead son,
and you mock it.
I lost my wife...
I was 24 years old, I was drunk...
...I crashed our car into an old tree.
And since then I've...
...soiled my way through life,
being a magnifically cold moron.
I run away from emotions.
Thus, you tell me about your dead son...
...I tell you a joke about a 15 inch shlong.
So, you can forgive me?
Got it!
- It's better I remember it now,
before I leave? - Right.
- Okey, speak to you tomorrow?
- Yeah.
- It's gonna be alright.
- I know.
Danny! Hey... wait, Danny!
I've got an extra ticket
to the bullfight this afternoon.
It's supposed to be a good one.
if you could join me.
Thank you... thank you very much.
That's very nice of you, and I...
- ...I can't, I have work.
- On a sunday afternoon?
- Never seen a bullfight?
- No.
You've never seen the real Mexico-city,
until you've seen a bullfight.
Come on...
Bean is not gonna believe this!
I can't wait to tell her.
Where did you find a woman like that?
A woman you can share everything with.
She's pretty special.
Then you must be too,
Learn what?
Do you want my mortgage,
my blood-pressure?
If I'd ever had my blood-pressure taken-
- I wouldn't have a mortgage for all the
teenage-girls in Thailand.
- You don't own a house?
- No house.
No apartment, no address.
- You're bullshitting me?
- No, I sh*t you not.
- Want a cigar?
- Yeah... thanks.
If you don't have a permanent
address, where do you live?
I live wherever I'm working.
So what do you do, Julian?
What do you possibly do, if you don't have
a permanent home or address?
I'd rather not say.
Oh, my God! Did you see that?
Jeez, it's so bloody.
Yeah, they're lucky,
that matador was very good.
- It's much worse when they're mediocre.
- Why?
A great matador can kill a bull
with one plunge on the brain.
A less one, he's have to plunge
that blade more than once.
That makes the crowd very unhappy.
- They don't like to see the bull suffer.
- No.
They clearly care so very much
about these animals.
- They want them to die with honor.
- That's ridiculous.
There's no honor by being killed
by a man with a sword, -
- weather it's 1 plunge or 20.
You're wrong...
You're very wrong.
- There is honor.
- And how would you know?
I do...
You're a mysterious man, Julian.
- And you don't want to tell me what you do?
- It's... confidential.
Confidential? Is your work confidential,
or do you work for the government?
Government... please.
You know what they pay?
Forget it, watch the picadors.
Are you a spy or something like that?
You read to many novels, Danny.
Are you a spy?
You're not gonna tell me,
it's okey...
It's okey.
It's alright...
- If I tell you, will you keep cool?
- What do you mean?
We're on a public place,
and I don't want you to lose your sh*t.
Lose my sh*t?
My God, what are you gonna tell me?
Sometimes...
- Sometimes, what?
- Sometimes...
... people need to be eliminated...
Oh, come on!
- What, you're a hitman?
- Oh, please... please.
My handler calls me a "facilitator".
"Facilitator" of fatalities.
- That's insane.
- Think what you like.
I've got to hand it to you Julian, you're
one of the best bullshit-artists I ever met.
- And I've met some.
- You're absolutely right, Danny.
My name is O. Johnson, and I
sell aluminium-siding in Minneapolis.
So you say you actually kill people
for money?
I do what I'm asked to do,
Kind of like the mob?
I tend to be hired in the more kind of
anonymous, high-paying jobs.
- Cooperate gigs.
- Cooperate gigs?
getting deals closed.
I don't believe you... I don't believe you.
- I don't believe on the easter-bunny.
- I don't believe you for a second.
Come on!
Cooperate gigs?
- Think what you will.
- It's ridiculous!
- Yes.
- Cooperate gigs.
Yes...! My God...
I knew there was a reason
that I never told anyone what I did.
See that guy over there?
- The fat man and the little girl?
- Yeah.
Say I want him dead,
his family dead, dead... right now.
- Right here.
- Right now? Couldn't happen.
I know, but say that you could,
and money is no object.
- Are you sure you wanna know?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I want you to "facilitate".
Okey, Danny.
Alright, come with me.
Lets go.
I'm a big fan of the "gotta pee"-theory
of assassinations.
- "Gotta pee"?
- Everyone's gotta pee.
- Ask me for a cigarette.
- What?
Do it.
- Can I have a cigarette please?
- Sure.
But these things kill you, you know...
Now look around.
- They're scary. - Yes, and no.
- Why?
They seem more interested in the
beautiful woman coming and going-
- from the ladies-room.
That's good for us.
Just like those men over there
at the concession-stand.
They're only interested in see
us walking there with our wallets open.
No-one is watching the mens-room.
- The "gotta pee"-theory.
- You're catching on.
- Now... escape-routes.
- Escape-routes?
- You don't wanna get caught, right?
- No, no...
- Don't get caught, it sucks.
- Right.
- See the main exit?
- Yeah.
- That's a traffic-jam.
- Where else?
You tell me.
Okey, okey... that door out there.
If it werent' locked.
A vietnamese girl I once knew had her leg
so locked together-
- that I couldn't get in reach
of the "spring-roll".
Two drinks, and I was at a
"all you can eat buff".
Every lock can be broken.
It's just a matter of will...
This looks like it's worth it.
Why are we buying the cigarettes?
Because I wanna smoke.
Come over here.
Now, do your shoe-laces on.
What time is our flight
to Florida, Seymore?
I think two o'clock, Derek.
Let's go, Seymore.
Holy sh*t!
- Are you ready?
- Ready for what?
- You wanted to see what I do, right?
- Yes!
Yes, I've been watching...
Showtime is over,
the real deal is about to start.
"The real deal"?
Showtime is for sissies.
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