The Mexican Page #7

- And that's not him!

- No, no, Jerry.

You made a terrible mistake.

He was my friend!

You made a terrible mistake!

Baby, Leroy is black. Leroy's black.

- OK?

- No.

- Yes! He's black.

- No.

African-American. A person of color.

The guy he killed in Vegas is Leroy.

That's Margolese's Leroy.

So, this guy...

Oh, I'm such an ass.

Such an ass. Of course.

"Give the gun to Leroy. He'll get it

down to Margolese." Ha f***in' ha!

You see? Do you see?

I'm being set up!

Nayman hires this prick

to take out Leroy,

get the gun and pin it all

on Jack-off Jerry.

Isn't that right, Mr. Winston Baldry?

I met Leroy and there's no way

you could have known that.

And that's your mistake.

You f***ed up.

I can't believe it.

Every f***ing time.

Every f***ing time, I f*** up.

Not this time. This time, I win.

This time, I win!

I f***ing win! I win!

Oh, my God.

I'm lucky I didn't

lose you three days ago.

I wanna go home.

Did you call about your passport?

Did you call the consulate?

Yeah.

Do you have enough money?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I wanna ask you a question.

It's a good one, so think about it.

If two people love each other...

but they just can't seem

to get it together...

when do you get to that point

of enough is enough?

Never.

They'll call.

I've left 60 messages.

I said it was an emergency.

Why would Nayman ask you

if you like sex and travel?

W-w-what is it supposed to mean?

That you fool around or something?

Is that...

I tell you the whole, long debacle

and this you have a problem with?

Yeah, I do.

I think that when you ask someone

who is involved

in a relationship of the heart

if they like sex and travel, that...

that's m-m-mean-spirited.

It's stupid. I'll tell you this,

we're not running any more, no.

No, no. So done with the running.

The packing and the running and...

Sooner or later,

that phone is gonna ring.

We are going to get

your passport in order

and you are gonna give the gun

to Margolese.

Nayman is f***ing Margolese.

That has nothing to do with us.

By the grace of God,

I don't know what,

you have managed to Forrest Gump

your way through this.

And just, if we run now...

we're gonna be running

the rest of our lives.

We want our life back.

Yes, baby, we do.

(Jerry) No, that can't be right.

Can you just check again?

Ow! Baby, don't. Margolese.

M as in Mary.

Baby, can you turn that down?

You don't even speak Spanish.

Real emotion

transcends language, Jerry.

You don't have to understand

to hear their pain.

No, that's impossible. That's...

Do you know when? Ay-yi-yi!

No, no, all right. All right.

Margolese is out.

He got out this morning. He's out.

What's going on?

He's not due out till Thursday.

It is Thursday, hon.

(Dog barking)

- What is it?

- Shh. Come on.

Just stay away from the window.

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Here, give me it.

Good one.

What is it, boy?

Hey!

Get out of there.

Come on, man. You're freaking me out.

Huh?

Ow.

Where are you taking me?

It's not your fault

you know nothing about this gun.

You're American.

This gun does not belong to you.

(Whispering)

Mr. Margolese.

Well, I-I... I don't understand.

What's it gonna take, Jerry?

What?

For the gun, Jerry.

What's it gonna take for you

to give it to me and not to another?

You... Man!

What'll it take?

I don't know what it takes.

I'm new in the "f*** you" business.

- You tell me, what does it take?

- I didn't f*** you, Jerry.

I had Nayman send you down here,

but I didn't know

he was looking for a buyer.

When I found out he was,

I didn't know who on my team was...

still on my team,

or even if there was a damn team.

Who...? Who the f*** are these guys?

They work for this man, Tropillo.

And who the f*** is Trop...?

You know? Not important.

Give me a good reason why I shouldn't

fight to not give you the gun.

If it comes to that,

someone will leave here

missing an ear

or not being able to f*** any more.

One reason, now that you let me know

what you think I'm made of.

Are you a fatalist, Jerry?

Uh, I never really thought about it.

Por favor... Gracias.

When you do think about it,

about that afternoon you smashed

into my life, into my car,

ever think there's anything to that?

I honestly never thought about it.

Because of that afternoon,

I'm doomed to remember a backwards

inmate with a paper clipping.

When you're in jail, a small box...

you learn a lot about the fella

you're in a cage with.

I grew to love that boy,

like he was my own son.

But he was his.

One day the boy came to me

with a clipping.

"This is my destiny.

This is my birthright."

It was a story about the pistol...

how they found it

in the mines, stashed away.

When I asked why

it meant so much to him,

the story he told changed my life.

(Tropillo's son) 'The night

before the nobleman's arrival,

'the assistant could not sleep...

his heart in aching pain.'

'The day was here when

the gunsmith would present

'his gift to the nobleman.

'The nobleman's son

was a notoriously vicious soldier,

'worldly and wicked.

'For him, his father demanded

something more beautiful,

'more perfect than

he'd ever laid eyes on before.

'But nothing, no words or description

could have given justice to it...

'or have prepared him

for that gun's flawless grace.

'When the nobleman's son

saw his intended bride-to-be...

'it was love at first sight.

'The nobleman's son took

the mighty weapon into his hands.

'A perfect fit.'

- (Click)

- 'It did not work.

'The nobleman took it as a bad omen.

'The curse had rendered it useless

in unworthy hands.

'The gunsmith urged him to try it

one last time, and so he did.'

(Click)

'The nobleman was insulted by the

ineptness, angry with the gunsmith.

'They argued.

'When he realized that her heart

belonged to the simple assistant,

'a man far less than he,

he was furious in anger.

'He could not have that.

'The assistant, realizing that

even if the gun should work,

'she would certainly die next,

begged his love to withdraw

'and accept their fate.'

'Some say you could actually

hear her heart break.

'She fearlessly surrendered

her bitter spirit unto purgatory.'

(Church bell chimes)

'The pistol contains

her damned soul.'

Day after day I listened to that

story and always he'd tell me,

"When I get out, I will find that

pistol and return it to my father,

"whose father's father

had crafted the gun."

Eighteen months later,

he took it in the belly for me.

He died.

I vowed to search, acquire the

pistol and return it to his father.

My grandson, Beck, headstrong boy...

Sure, he was mixed up,

he didn't understand the honor

behind what I was doing.

That's when it became clear

I had to send you down here.

Because you were the instrument

in the situation, Jerry.

His son is dead.

My grandson is dead.

All of it brought together by

that afternoon at our intersection.

Well, that...

that's a pretty good f***ing reason.

(Speaking Spanish)

Usted es un soldado de Dios.

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