The Rundown Page #6

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You're gonna die, Beck.

The boy's right, Mr. Beck.

D'you mind if we settle

the bill now?

You need help.

Are you gonna help me,

Travis? All you care about

is the money.

No, Beck, you're wrong.

l'd rather die than let that

son of a b*tch get my Gato.

You need all the help you

can get. Hell, you can even

use him, for Christ's sake.

Don't bring me into it.

l got a dodgy knee here.

You can't do this

on your own.

Okay, Travis.

l know you're gonna run on me.

lt might not be tonight,

it might not be tomorrow.

But l will find you

and l will take you back.

Are we clear?

Yeah.

We'll both probably be dead

in about an hour...

so let's cancel Christmas.

[Speaking in Portuguese]

Your plan of attack

was a bit naive.

Man, if l was only

l suppose now we have

a conversation

where you enlighten me.

Mr. Hatcher?

How many more of you

are out there?

Enlighten me.

Where are the rest

of your compadres?

Enlighten me!

Mr. Hatcher?

HATCHER:
What l don't get

is why your people

are so hostile.

l've been good to you.

l built you a town.

Why are we fighting?

Mr. Hatcher.

What?

We've lost contact

with Outpost 1 .

There's nobody answering.

Mr. Hatcher,

are you out there?

What can l do for you,

Mr. Beck?

l have no desire to fight

with you or your men.

For that reason,

you have two options.

Option A, you leave

the Gato and the girl...

and you walk out of town,

no questions asked.

Yeah, and what's option B?

Option B? l make you.

Wrong choice.

Lock down the town.

[Man talking on walkie-talkie]

[Playing notes]

MAN:
...still no visual

contact. Team 3 is checking

the perimeter right now.

[Bagpipes playing]

He that heard the sound...

of thy holy trumpet

and took not warning...

he hath clearly

wandered too far...

from the word of God.

And,

Cornelius Bernard Hatcher...

your hour has come!

Let's get it on, big boy!

lt's time to get back

on the path!

[Declan playing bagpipes]

[Rumbling]

Move it.

MAN 1 :
Go on, get out!

MAN 2:
Which way?

That's a lot of cows.

Hi.

What nerve.

About bloody time, huh?

Somebody, just shoot him.

Oh, yeah? Oh, you want one?

Okay.

A little thunder?

You like thunderstorms,

big boy?

How about some lightning?

[Whooping]

Ear, ear, ears! Eye!

Take the Gato and the girl

and get to the airfield.

lf you run into trouble,

use her as a hostage.

And, Harvey, when you're

safely out of town,

put her out of my misery.

Boom, boom.

l need help!

"Do not go gentle

into that good night,"

my lovely.

Beck! Help, Beck!

"Rage, rage...

"against the dying

of the light."

There shall be no mercy...

for any force that stands...

blocking this path

of his righteousness!

[Muffled] Beck, help!

Help!

Move!

Boom shakalaka! Ta-da.

No way.

Give me back my Gato,

you little bald freak!

Oh, great.

See you.

You got the moves,

l'll give you that.

You reached

into the wrong refrigerator,

Mr. Beck.

[Gun firing]

Hold your horses.

What have l done?

Are we not men?

Hatcher?

What?

Option A is still

on the table.

You can walk away right now.

Option A doesn't work for me.

Before l came here,

what did you people have?

HATCHER:
Face it! Be fair.

l put a roof over your head,

a little coin in your pockets.

You barefoot lndians

didn't have pockets...

before Hatcher came along.

l give you life! l'm the heart

in the darkness, face it.

You can't run this thing

without me.

l am pumping the blood

of the modern world...

into your backward veins,

you stinking...

ingrate...

oompa-loompa morons!

Okay.

That's it. l'm done.

Mr. Beck.

l'll take Option A.

Clear, please.

Oh, sh*t.

You make

a hell of an entrance,

Mr. Beck.

Yeah.

l'd offer you a beer,

but l think

you blew up my bar.

Yeah, l think you're right.

Thank you.

We had a deal.

Yes, we did.

And l'm afraid

l didn't deliver on that deal.

How is that?

The Gato.

l promised you the Gato.

Yes, well,

l promised you Travis.

TRAVIS:
Y'all talking about

this Travis?

And this Gato?

l'm impressed.

Yeah, well, make sure

they spell my name right.

l told you

it wasn't about the money.

Well, big boy,

l guess it's your move.

l'm impressed myself, Travis.

Declan, start the plane.

"Declan, start the plane"?

What does that mean,

"Declan, start the plane"?

l'm taking you home, Travis.

Oh, l figured that.

No breaks. Good luck.

You, too.

l will send you your cut.

Move.

Uh-huh.

Not a penny less

than $15.6 million.

Move, Travis.

TRAVIS:
You really oughtta

stay away from guns.

You oughtta get yourself

a psychiatrist, seriously.

[People cheering]

Move.

Well, look at him.

Look at you with your beard.

You're like a real man.

But you're so thin.

Running is good exercise.

lt's good exercise.

That's funny.

Did you hear him?

BILLY:
Running for your life.

l love it, l really do!

Do you know there is not

enough aspirin in the world

for a headache like you, huh?

Well, there probably is,

but l understand

what you mean.

Well, that's good,

'cause that means

you'll understand...

why you're gonna take

that little trip

back to Chicago, huh?

Actually, l don't

completely understand

that one.

Still the smart-ass.

l'm not that smart, Dad.

l didn't know she was married.

Well, she was very married.

And you, what took you

so long, huh?

Your kid was

a tough rundown, Billy.

Him? No.

Yeah, yeah.

But l did walk him

right through that door,

right, just like we agreed?

You did.

We good?

We're good. $250,000.

You got your restaurant, kid.

Now get out of here, huh?

Billy, before l leave,

when l was down in Brazil...

they showed me this ritual

that they practice when they

have these big celebrations.

And what they do

is they eat this fruit...

and it's called konlabos,

with a "K."

So l figured, before l leave,

we can celebrate

one last time.

Come on, guys,

try some of this,

so we get it over with.

lf he says it's good,

it's gotta be good.

He's the best chef l know.

Billy, here.

You try the first piece.

Not bad. Big seeds, though.

l don't like seeds.

Hey, what are you....

l walked him right through

that door, Billy.

Boy...

you got a funny-looking face.

Hey, Dad.

[Whooping]

l love you,

you know that?

Because you showed me

something back there.

You did.

l thought you had character,

but l wasn't sure.

You got it, man!

You really got it!

Get in the truck.

You know, you pretty much

violated every agricultural

law back there.

That's the least

of our problems.

l know.

You should go back in there

and finish him off.

You wanna go back in there?

Go ahead, knock yourself out.

l'll wait for you right here.

l'm not going back in there.

Right. So shut up

and get in the truck,

before l change my mind.

Don't push me.

What?

Don't push me.

l appreciate everything

you did back there.

But if you wanna

get technical about it...

all you really did is

even up the score,

since l saved your life first.

Get in the truck.

You don't have to thank me.

But this pushing sh*t

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