The Rundown Page #3

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You're dead. You're so dead.

We're not gonna be able to get

out of here. All this land,

Hatcher owns it.

The road that you're on,

the air that you're breathing

right now...

Hatcher owns it all.

Shut up.

Let me just say that whatever

my father is paying you,

l will double it.

No.

l'll quadruple it.

l'll double it

and quadruple it.

No!

You're being unreasonable.

l'm gonna give you

one more chance to reconsider.

l'll give you one more chance

to shut your mouth.

ls that your final answer?

For what it's worth,

l hope you enjoy the fall.

Yeah? What fall?

This fall.

[Horn blaring]

[Travis screaming]

[Rumbling]

That went well.

Where's the frigging keys?

Yeah. All right.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

Travis?

Good God.

Travis!

l'm not going back.

Oh, you're going back.

No way.

Right now.

Who the hell

do you think you are, huh?

You come into my town,

mess up my bar...

and you eyeball my woman.

Eyeball your woman?

lt's on.

What's this, huh?

Who is this?

ls he your friend?

Do you know him?

Do you? Say hello.

Say hello. Say hello.

Are you finished? Let's go.

Big boy,

you like thunderstorms, huh?

l'll bet you do, right?

Little thunder.

Stop it.

Little lightning.

Stop it.

Thunder, lightning.

Thunder, lightning.

Stop it!

You done beating me up?

Let's go.

Yeah.

l'm tired of this.

Yeah, you win.

Come on! Go to sleep.

Go to sleep!

Night-night! Night-night!

Go to sleep! Come on!

Obviously, we got off

on the wrong foot here...

so l'm gonna be

completely candid with you.

Have you ever heard

of the Gato do Diabo?

The Devil's Cat?

You know what?

You're gonna stop speaking

right now.

All right.

lt's a priceless object, man,

forged out of pure gold.

lt's worth millions.

l thought you said

it was priceless.

You do not want

to argue semantics

with a PhD candidate.

PhD?

Yeah.

l am really very close

to being Dr. Travis Walker.

You dropped out of Stanford

after two semesters, Einstein.

So l'm fairly close.

Closer than you.

You're close to getting

your ass kicked again.

We got a plane to catch.

Wait, wait, wait.

The Gato is real, all right?

l know where to find it.

l'll split it with you,

0-20.

Move.

You're a very unpleasant

individual, you know that?

[Man yelling in Portuguese]

You think they're dead?

What am l, psychic?

l'm gonna cut

that kid's nose off.

No, Harvey.

We wanna get the Gato,

'cause if the bad guys get it,

they won't need us anymore.

There'll be no one

to work the mine.

You wanna work the mine?

There are two men

in that jungle who are

trying to steal from me.

l feel like a little boy

who's lost his first tooth.

Put it under his pillow,

waiting for the tooth fairy

to come.

Only, two evil burglars

have crept in my window...

and snatched it

before she could get here.

[Speaking in Portuguese]

Wait a second.

Do you understand the concept

of the tooth fairy?

Explain it to them.

[Speaking in Portuguese]

Wait. She takes

the goddamn thing,

gives you a quarter.

They got my tooth.

l want it back.

l have to ask you.

Back at the bar, man,

that was crazy.

l mean, no guns.

Strip, toss. Toss, strip.

Didn't l tell you

to be quiet?

l know, l know,

but what is that?

Some kind of

nouveau samurai code

or something?

You got a problem with guns?

Let's just say

they take me to a place

l don't wanna go.

Where do they take you?

[Whispering] To a place

you don't wanna see me go.

Walk.

How often do you work out?

TRAVIS:
Let me

get this straight.

You never use guns?

No.

Never?

Never.

What if your best friend

was gonna die?

You wouldn't pick up a gun?

No guns.

Santa Claus

would pick up a gun

to save his best friend.

Do l look like Santa Claus?

Do l look like Santa Claus

to you?

What is it, guns make you

um pouco louco?

Bang-bang crazy?

l pick up guns,

bad things happen to people.

l don't like that.

What kind of things?

Very bad things, Travis. Walk.

What about knives?

Move.

My father doesn't share

the same distaste for guns

you do.

He's your father,

he's not gonna kill you.

The only thing

Billy Walker cares about is

what's good for business.

Now, the question is,

Mr. Beck, what's good

for your business?

You don't like money?

l don't make deals

with people like you.

You don't even know me.

You're just like

every otherjackass

that l've taken down.

First they try to run,

then they try to fight,

then they try to negotiate.

And when that doesn't work,

they do exactly

what you're about to do...

when you realize it's over.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

You're gonna get down

on your hands and knees...

and you're gonna beg me

for a break.

Well, guess what?

l don't give breaks.

No breaks.

You don't understand

the situation.

You borrowed money

from the wrong guy,

you shot the wrong guy...

you slept

with the wrong guy's wife.

l don't care.

Your mistake.

What about you, Mr. Beck?

Haven't you ever

made a mistake?

l know. "Move."

No breaks. That's lame.

[lmitating Beck] "No breaks.

l don't give breaks.

"Santa Claus

doesn't give any breaks."

[Travis humming]

BECK:
Should have been

at the airstrip by now.

Yeah, like l'm really gonna

help you out with this.

l didn't ask for your help.

What are you doing?

l have to pee.

Pee in your pants. Move.

No.

l've let you push me

around this jungle for,

like, five hours.

You've been very aggressive

and l'm not taking another

step until you let me pee.

lf you wanna keep on going,

you're just gonna have

to carry me.

And l guarantee

l'm gonna pee on your head.

You threatening me?

You threatening me with pee?

Well, yeah,

if you don't let me pee here.

Fine. You win. Pee.

Will you unzip me?

No, l'm not gonna unzip you.

You wanna pee,

you have 30 seconds.

How am l supposed to pee

with my hands cuffed

behind my back?

Find a way. Pee.

Come on. Don't make it weird.

Please.

Don't breathe,

don't say a word.

Don't even look at me,

look over there.

[Zipper unfastening]

Thanks, man.

Oh, sh*t.

l can't get it out.

Could you just--

No. Hell, no.

[Travis grunting]

Son of a.... Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Oh, hey. Hey, l got it.

Congratulations.

You got 30 seconds.

Hurry up.

Don't listen to Tiny Tim,

okay? You're the real big boy.

Everybody knows it.

Ready? One, two, three. Go.

One, two, three.

Go, go, go, go! Oh, yeah.

[Sighing]

l'm going.

[Laughing]

Oh, boy.

[Trap snapping]

What.... What is this?

What is.... Travis, hey.

[Whooping]

Welcome to the jungle,

tough guy.

Looks like big boy

got himself pig-snared.

Hey, get me down.

Hey, l've got the keys

to your cuffs.

Oh, sh*t.

l'll tell you

what you've got, pal.

You've got problems.

[Travis laughing]

Travis. Don't do it, Travis.

Hey, hey, get me down. Travis.

Oh, what's this?

ls this your diary,

huh, your little journal?

Give me that.

Don't touch that.

What, do you want this?

Get it. Get it.

Give that back.

Come on, get it. Come on,

come on. Yeah, yeah!

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