The Matador Page #5

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for failing a job?

Can't you just... say to them...

"I'm sorry"...

"I was a little burnt out,

and I'm a little messed up"...

Can't you do that?

I mean, you saw images of yourself

as a small boy.

If that is not a nervous breakdown,

I don't know what is.

- Certainly they have to see that.

- No, they don't, they don't.

I'd be dead now if my handler hadn't risked

his life and tipped me off the company plan.

I barely got out of Budapest alive.

And how did you end up here...?

In Denver.

It's funny.

Some people are at home

in the time of crises.

My problem... problem

I shared with Danny in Mexico...

...is that I don't have a home.

I mean...

That's why I'm here.

You're the only friends I have.

But that's ridiculous...

you have friends.

I don't, I really don't.

You're it,

it's f***ing crazy, right?

You're my only friends

and I barely know you.

This home...

Your home...

...is the only home I know.

She's really fantastic, Danny.

- She's lovely.

- She means everything to me.

You said that to me in Mexico.

I nodded and listened,

but now I see.

I see...

Did you told her everything that

happened in Mexico?

I told her about our time together, yes.

And where does that story end?

She knows the last I heard of you-

- you where knocking on my hotel-room

in the middle of the night-

- asking forgiveness for trying

to involve me in a job.

That's what you said?

That I knocked and knocked...

- And you never answered?

- Yes.

Gentlemen!

I'm a bit drunk.

It's a nice place to be.

Julian, you will stay the night of course?

Thank you, Bean. I promise

I'll be out of here tomorrow.

Let's not talk about that now.

I don't think I've been up with guests

til 2:
30 in the morning... in a long time.

- It's good, right?

- Oh, it's very good.

- Can I turn on your stereo?

- Sure... now?

Yeah, I saw an old record of yours that I'd

like to hear in the small hours the morning.

Since we're in the small hours

of the morning, is that okey?

Certainly.

Yes, yes...

Danny?

I hope you approve, I'd really want

to ask your wife for a dance.

Julian, you've had to much to drink.

Bean... please, may I have this dance?

Bravo...! Bravo!

I learnt to dance in a

south-american jail.

Well, that's another story...

another time.

The final night-cap!

I can't even think of

how I'll get up in the morning.

Then don't!

What you do...

take 3 aspirins in a row,

before you go to bed tonight.

Where'd you hear that one?

Assassins book of home-remedys?

The only woman that I ever loved...

...my mother.

What about your wife?

My wife?

Danny told me that you were married,

and that she died in a car-accident.

You loved her!

Oh, my God!

- I can't believe this!

- I was never married.

I can't believe this...

- There wasn't a car-accident?

- No.

I'd been insensitive to Danny, about your

son, and I was trying to win him over-

- it was juvenile, stupid. - You know what,

Julian, I'm the one that was stupid!

No, no, no, you're not stupid.

I'm a prick!

It's me, not you!

I could have kept lying now,

but I chose not to, as a sign of..

-respect... because now, we're friends.

We are friends, aren't we?

What other bullshit

did you pour over me, Julian?

Are you even a hitman, Julian?

-or what the f*** you call yourself.

Yes, I am.

Is that the answer to your question, Danny?

I lie when I need to.

And tell the truth when I can.

With you...

It's mostly been the truth.

Should I go?

- No.

- No.

Aren't we f***ing cosmopolitan?

Having a trained assassin,

stay over the night?

Letting heartbreaking lies

roll over us, like the summer-breeze.

Next we should be wife-swapping?

You don't have a wife...

remember?

That's a good point.

Danny... Danny!

- Danny!

- No.. I have...

Come on, I got to talk to you.

What's it, Julian?

What do you want?

- I can't talk about it here.

- What?

Come on!

Okey, Julian, we're in your rental-car.

What is it?

The thing is, Danny...

the thing I didn't tell you.

The thing I hide,

because Bean was present.

Was that I've been offered a way out

of my fatal situation.

- That's good.

- Yeah, I know.

That's really good, what is it?

My handler, mr Randy, contacted me

like he always does.

With an add in the international tribune

looking cat-salers in Bali.

Is that how you stayed in contact?

Cats or the rats?

Yeah.

Okey, this is ridiculous,

I'm so tired, Julian.

He contacted me 4 days ago, and basically,

he said he's been at the higher-ups.

And got me a reprieve.

Well like I said,

that's great news!

The thing is, he's asking me

to do one more job.

I have no choice,

it's do the job, or else...

And it brings us to the

dirty little problem.

What's the problem?

Well, actually it's a pretty big problem.

And you really not gonna like it.

- I'm not gonna like it?

- Not at all.

Because the job... involves you.

You're not saying,

what I think you're saying?

What do you think I'm saying?

You know what I think you're saying...

No, I don't think I know what you think,

I'm saying.

Someone wants me dead?

No, no one wants you dead, Danny!

But I need your help

in facilitating the fatality.

- What?

- I need your help.

No, no, my help is exacly

what you don't need.

I'm a mess, Danny.

You know that.

I'm a complete mess,

I don't know if I can do this job by myself.

You got to talk to somebody else,

a college!

- I don't know any colleges.

- You must!

- I don't.

- Well, I can't help you!

Danny, I know you're not

the ideal-candidate.

Ideal? Far, far from ideal, Julian.

Don't you remember my reaction-

-the last time you proposed something

this utterly stupid?

It was just in Mexico,

I was just trying to show you a good time!

So now, killing somebody is a good time?

It can be.

- I'm going to sleep.

- Danny! Come on...

Why do you need a second person?

Haven't you done all these things yourself?

Some jobs are better with two men.

Well, I think it's better that the

...and unprepared, and unqualified,

I'm not interested-

-I'm gonna go to bed, Julian.

I'm in a very dangerous

position here, Danny.

I'm in no shape to try this myself.

An assassin without confidence

is a horrible thing to behold.

It's like a relief-picture

who fumbles the ball.

Please, tell me you know you mixed

I can't do that.

Danny, please, please!

I need your help!

Someone's gonna die.

A stranger, or me.

Which would you rather?

Look, if I can do the job successfully,

I'm free and clear.

Free and clear, Danny!

I have enough money saved up

to retire to a beautiful greek island-

-with beautiful little greeks.

Heaven awaits me, Danny,

if you and I do this job.

- I can't!

- God damnit, Danny!

- You're my only friend!

- Julian...!

It's true, and...

- What?

- And...

You owe me...

- If this would happen,

when would it take place? - Today.

The horse-races.

- Today?

- Yeah, in Arizona.

No, no, that couldn't happen, Julian.

No choice.

No, today is the 4 year anniversary

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