The Mexican Page #5

Now what do you gotta go

and say that for?

Well, now or later?

How could I misinterpret?

No, you didn't send the wrong guy.

I'm handling things.

But I never signed up for that.

Listen, I promise you, when I tell

him, it'll make a difference.

Bye.

(Toilet flushing)

Hey, sweets. I keep calling

and I haven't heard a word from you.

I'm starting to wonder.

I know you're angry with me,

but, uh...

You know,

"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone".

OK?

I think she actually went to Vegas.

I keep telling you,

these women are problems, you know?

You should try to be like me -

I answer to myself.

No hassles, nobody ridin' my ass like

a goddamn horse in a saddle. Free.

You close yourself off so you have

no shot at meeting the right woman.

Any woman can be the right woman

if the numbers work.

No way. Not me.

You settle. You open yourself up.

You become vulnerable.

What's the insight

into my relationship?

OK, look, Jerry. She is in Vegas.

What?

Hey, sh*t falls down, you know?

Sh*t falls down?

Margolese called Nayman all pissed

off cos you were f***ing this up,

told him to keep an eye on Sam

in case...

In case I get any funny ideas.

You're just telling me this now?

- There's other things to consider.

- Like what?

That gun's worth a lot. People know

you have it. Sam could be in danger.

No sh*t. Who did they put on her?

You don't know him,

but you know of him.

- Who?

- That f***ing psycho Leroy.

- Leroy!

- Nayman had to. It was an order.

Margolese would know if he didn't.

Wait.

They're just trying to scare me.

Well, that would sure do it for me.

We've all heard

the kidney story, Jerry.

Nayman wants us on that seven o'clock

flight, pistol in tow. No buts.

They'll meet us at the airport

and then Leroy will take the pistol.

Yeah.

I had to borrow...

Do you mind?

Sleep well?!

Yeah. You?

Who's Winston?

Somebody I don't like very much.

You can have that removed, you know?

Yeah, maybe I will someday.

You wanna get some breakfast?

(# War:
"Why Can't We Be Friends?")

(Knocking)

(Knocking)

# I've seen you round

for a long, long time

# I really remember you

when you drank my wine

# Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

# Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

# I seen you walking

down in Chinatown

# I called you

but you could not look around

# Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends?

# Why can't we be friends?

Why can't we be friends? #

At first,

I thought this guy is all right.

And then I'm thinking he's more than

all right, he's terrific.

But there's no way he's gonna

feel the same way about me.

Then I find out he does.

Then I'm thinking...

what happens when

he finds out what I do...

and who I am and what I've done?

You know, who am I kidding, right?

Let's get serious.

What are you gonna do about it?

That's it.

I didn't have to do anything.

It happened absent of my will

to consciously make it happen.

Oh, really?

I was a little drunk last night.

I took my gun and I put it in

the towels in the bathroom, you know?

And he found it.

And he said,

"The past doesn't matter.

"It's the future that counts."

Leroy.

See, life can change.

People can change.

I haven't cried in 12 years.

What are you lookin' at?

Don't look at me like that.

You're makin' it worse.

What are you, Barbara Walters?

It's just beautiful.

Let's talk about somethin' else.

- What do you wanna talk about?

- Anything. Anything else. Whatever.

What was it over,

the last time you cried?

Let's talk about that.

Oh, yeah,

that'll bring the sun right out(!)

(Ted) I heard

it was this guy Leroy's mother.

OK, that's what we call bullshit.

If I told one guy

at the next convention

that you kept your mother

cut up in the freezer,

you'd have a reputation too.

Fact or not, it makes no difference.

Jesus, Ted, you can't be so nave.

- The guy's a star.

- Oh, my God.

Why are you so worried

then if you think it's bullshit?

I met Leroy once.

It was for all of two seconds.

I shook his hand.

He seemed like a nice guy.

Whether or not he lives up

to his legend isn't the point.

Or if he sits in his garage

soaked in gasoline lighting matches,

I don't care.

What concerns me

is he was hired in the first place.

- Are you with me?

- Geez, Jerry, you really met him?

Oh, my God!

Ted is not gonna let anything happen,

OK? I'm here.

Thanks, Ted. I feel real safe.

- Hola.

- I no f*** around, comprende?

Gun, gun, loaded.

Bang, bang. You, dead.

Do you have a speech impediment?

- Give me the gun. The pistol.

- The pistol?

You know what I'm talkin' about.

- The pistol?

- OK, what's your name?

Joe.

Joe, do what he says and we'll

be out of here before you know it.

- The pistol, please.

- OK.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Come on. Go.

Got it.

Just have a seat right here, amigo.

Jerry! Have you lost your mind?

What were you talking about

on the phone?

Put the gun away.

Was it to off me?

Is that what you two were discussing?

- Jerry, I would never...

- Go ahead, deny it! Go ahead.

- Go ahead!

- OK, OK.

Jerry, that's what he said.

So you were lying when you said

I'd walk away from this?

- No, Jerry, that's what he said.

- Then you're lying to me now.

No, no. Nayman told me to do it,

Jerry, but...

- But?

- But...

But you're just doing your portion.

Isn't that how it works?

17 portions left for Boca...

Boca Raton, right?

I wouldn't do that. Come on, I swear!

They tell you to bring me in,

then they tell you to take me out.

Why are you being told

two contradicting things?

- You don't ask a question?

- I-I just... I... I don't know.

- You don't think it's weird?

- Yeah, it's... It's weird.

Right! Because something's going on.

What is it?

Exactly. You don't know,

you're just doing your f***ing part.

Well, I'm not going down

because you don't know!

You see my predicament?

You're my guy, Ted.

(Handcuffs locking)

You're my guy, Jerry.

Wait. What happened here?

Someone killed themselves.

Swan-dived off the balcony.

Let's go.

Stay back. Nothin' to see here.

Walk on.

Thank you very much.

Sorry to have disturbed you.

(Man) Hotel security.

No.

Please, no.

(Knocking)

No. No.

(Leroy) Coming.

Sir, there's been

a terrible incident.

Are all parties

in your room accounted for?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just me and my wife. Honey!

No, that's OK, sir. Thank you.

- What happened?

- Sorry to disturb you.

Everything all right?

Leroy...

Pack your sh*t.

Shh, shh.

(Leroy) Psst.

You're a stupid motherf***er,

you know that?

You're well dressed,

I'll give you that, but stupid.

Wear Kevlar? Huh?

Yeah.

Leroy.

Please don't do this. Please.

You think I should

listen to her? Huh?

What do you think?

Huh?

Wanna know what I think?

Kevlar is for pussies.

This is for Frank.

(Woman speaking Spanish on PA)

- My bag will make the flight?

- They'll run it down.

- I just need to see your passport.

- Yeah.

- I'm afraid there's been a mistake.

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