The Mexican Page #6

- What?

No! No!

Mr. Shurker most probably has yours.

(Leroy) I told you, if Jerry makes it

and nothing gets funky, it'll be OK.

- Well, sh*t got funky.

- Why isn't he here? Why? Why?

Give me a second,

I'm trying to get the story here.

Take it easy and stop acting like a

kidnapped chick on a carton of milk.

Hmm. Yeah, you're right.

This is an offer for the gun.

Yeah. I can see how this looks.

I've just been trying to get

some better numbers together.

You have no intention

of giving the gun to Margolese.

Look, Bobby.

You know, I know that you're loyal.

That's good.

I mean, nobody's debating that.

Let me ask you,

in your skulking around,

going through private things

in people's offices,

did you discover

that he's shutting us down?

That's right. You, me, everybody.

I don't... I don't understand.

What, you didn't get the memo,

the bonus? No?

No. Nothing.

Me neither. Difference is I know

when I'm being f***ed and you don't,

cos you're standing

on the wrong f***ing line.

Let me help you get on

the right side of the line

and do for you what

he should've done, Bobby.

He's changed in prison.

I'm telling you,

something's changed him.

- He's not the same guy.

- (Door opens)

They're still holding.

What shall I tell 'em?

Can I count on your co-operation?

Yeah, yeah, Bobby. I'm here. Yeah.

Yeah, that's his hotel.

Yeah, all right. Sure.

- What?

- Plan B is now in effect.

I hope you don't get airsick.

Get in the car.

- Hola, seor.

- Hola, Seor Welbach.

Has the US Consulate called back yet?

No, sir, not yet.

Look, this is a muy, muy important

call. I've lost my passport, OK?

I'll be sitting right there.

I'm not gonna move.

Do you see that man over there?

Yeah.

- That's Mr. Williamson.

- So?

He's been waiting

for that very same call.

Really? What, the whole morning?

- Since March, seor.

- Oh, come on!

(Phone)

Hotel de la Plaza.

Yes, as a matter of fact,

he's right here.

Seor, it's for you.

Oh. Oh. Hey. Yes, hello?

You bastard. Hello? Like, "Hello, my

life is great. Everything is fine."

- Sam?

- 'I thought you could be dead.'

I was worried sick

and you answer "Hello,"

like you're confirming

a room service order?!

Sam? Sam?

I'm done with Mr. Jerry Welbach.

Mr. "Hi". No, no.

- (Leroy) 'Ask about the gun.'

- Is that Leroy?

- 'Did he f***ing touch you?'

- Do you have any idea

what I have just been through?

Multiply it by 1,000 and you'll have

a vague conception of where I'm at.

Oh! Oh, isn't that typical, Jerry?

It's all a competition!

- Tit for tat, tat for tit...

- Stop yelling, for Christ's sake!

How are you? Are you OK?

Are you all right?

- 'Where are you?'

- Toluca airport, Jerry.

And things are shitty, really shitty!

Tell him if he shows up with

the pistol, it'll be OK.

'He doesn't care.

He only cares about himself.'

Why are you airing

personal matters with strangers?

Oh, let me see. Uh, I don't think

that you really classify

someone who you just perpetrated

a killing with a f***ing stranger!

And I can't find my Kotex cards

or my credit cards...

Sam, what did you say?

Jerry, just settle down.

What'd you do to her?

- Jerry, just settle down. OK?

- Yeah.

We had a situation

but I'm a professional

and I know what I'm doing.

So why don't we chill out

a minute here?

- 'Now, what happened? You get lost?'

- Yeah, five years ago.

- What did you...? I can't hear you.

- No, nothing. Nothing.

Nothing. I hope you have something.

Yeah, you just... You don't...

Make sure you return her

with all ten toes.

- Huh?

- 'I understand. I understand.'

'Just come down here, pick us up.

We'll square things away.'

You got a very special woman here.

But we all know

how you can get, right?

- 'So none of that.'

- What?

This is a time for selflessness.

What? Wha...?

- You all right?

- Yeah, come on.

Stupid gun.

Out!

(Leroy) I have to ask you a question.

And it's an important one

so I want you to think about the

answer before you give it to me, OK?

OK.

When two people really love each

other but they can't get it together,

when do you get to that point

where enough is enough?

That... Oh, well, that's...

You know?

Um, you know it's over when...

OK, I have, like, these psychosomatic

insomniatic manifestations of...

Well, here's the thing about me.

I'm a product of my emotions, not a

product of my environment, like him,

which he is, exactly,

just that environmental...

I-I need sunshine to grow.

That's who I am.

And with the projection of...

I have goals.

- That's your answer?

- Yeah.

That's not right.

I mean, there's a right answer here,

but that's not it.

Look, in my business

you're surrounded...

by loneliness and finality.

I don't care what your take is

on an afterlife,

when people die, it's scary,

and they go alone.

Now, the people that I send off,

that have experienced love...

They're a little less scared.

They're still scared,

but there's a calmness to 'em.

I think that comes from the knowledge

that somebody somewhere loved 'em

and cared for 'em and will miss 'em.

Now, I see that from time to time

and I am awed by it.

I don't think I'd be telling you this

if it wasn't for Frank.

Anyway, it's a loaded question.

Look, when two people

love each other, totally, truthfully,

all the way love each other,

the answer to that question

is simple, especially in your case.

When do you get to that point

where enough is enough?

Never.

Never.

I just hope Jerry's not stupid.

What is he driving?!

It's a funky rental.

I know we're all

a little grouchy right now.

We'll get something to eat,

you'll get the pistol

and then we'll go our separate ways.

- Really separate ways.

- Don't start.

Shut up.

I'll start because I have the...

Why do you do that?

Do not tell me to shut up.

- I count.

- We had an agreement.

- Shut up.

- Why don't we all shut up a bit?

- I swear, I will crash this car.

- Jerry, don't do that.

I will. One more word out of you.

Another word, Sam. One more word.

I swear to f***ing God.

Naugahyde.

- All right.

- Jerry!

- You finished?

- Yes!

- You gonna shut up?

- Yes, yes, yes!

Jerry, I will, I will!

(Sam screaming)

Stop the car, Jerry!

Stop the car.

(Sam) Stop, stop, stop!

Oh, my God!

(Horn)

(Driver) Pendejo!

Jerry...I want you to know,

you're the craziest f*** I ever met.

You know what? Go!

Go to Vegas. I've had it!

Son of a b*tch!

I had a flat down in Florida once.

Out in the middle of nowhere.

So I go to the trunk,

there's no spare.

Four hours in the baking sun,

waiting for a truck to come by.

Ow!

Now I always check.

Let me give it a rip.

Sometimes you need a little more

torque, you know what I mean?

Wouldn't kill the bastards

to oil these every once in a while.

F***ing car rentals.

Yeah.

(Gunshot)

- Walk away, baby.

- What did you do?

He was gonna kill us.

What the f*** did you do?

Look at his head!

Stop! Stop! Listen, listen.

I met Leroy in 1997.

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