All language subtitles for The Mexican 2001 BluRay 1080p DTS-HD MA 5 1 AVC REMUX-FraMeSToR

...degrees in downtown Los Angeles
right now.

...is here with the trac--

I've been waiting out there
for 15 minutes.

-Thought you were stuc in traffic.
-I thought you were running late.

-You got all the paperwor?
-Yeah.

-You're not pissed off at me, are you?
-No.

-I'm just doing my portion here.
-I know. I know.

You're my guy, Jerry. You're my guy.

Margolese Holdings, good morning.
How may I direct your call?

Yes, he is. I'll put you through.

-Hey, Estelle.
-Hi , Estelle.

-Is that Nayman's little nephew?
-Yeah, that's Big Tom.

Big Tom. Sure it is.
How's it going there, Big Tom?

Hey, hey. Loo.

See? See?

-What are you scaring the kid for?
-See? See?

-No, I was just.. .
-Did you get that fucing passport?

Yes.

-I have issues.
-Issues, Jerry.

It burns my ass to write you
a check every wee. That's an issue.

I can explain what happened.

You say to someone
"I can explain what happened"

when it's a once in a while,
blue moon thing.

It's every time with you , Jerry.

It's every fuckin' time.

And I can certainly understand
that perspective,

but I've been having
some personal problems

with my life.

My girlfriend. I mean, she's a great girl ,
but she has complaints.

I don't have complaints,
but she has complaints.

I mean, if you want to now the truth,

I can't even believe this,
but we go to a group.

So, last wee,

when you guys told me
to pic up the thing at the thing,

well , Samantha, she says she needs
the car to pic up some things.

And , you now,
I don't have to tell you boys.

I mean, things got heated, right?

And she hid 'em.

She hid them.

The eys. She hid them. I-- She...

You now, and I couldn't get
to the thing on time,

and it all got messed up,
and, you now, I thin that maybe--

Maybe some things aren't meant to happen.

Jerry, you're a fucing moron.

Here are your options.

One,
I roll you up to the nec in a carpet,

stuff you in the bac of a sedan
and light you on fire with gasoline.

You with me? Choice one.

Yeah.

Number two. You lie sex and travel?

What, do you Iie to have sex?
You like to travel?

Get your ass on a flight to Mexico.

All the $1 Ü hooers
you can shae your stic at.

You pic up a pistol
that belongs to Margolese.

What's it gonna be?

Okay, now, I was under the impression,

with Margolese getting out of jail ,
that the last job was my last job.

-You fuced up that job.
-You fuced up that job, Jerry.

Yeah. This job will be your last job.

-Oay, but, guys, a trip right now.. .
-No, he called and asked for you.

You want me to call him back
and let him know you can't go?

Because I'll call. I'd love to.

You're going on a fucing trip.
The town's called San Miguel.

You look for a kid in a bar, the El Alamo.

This is a simple fucing tas.
You write it down.

Roll up your sleeves, for Christ's sae!
Get involved!

The id's name is Bec. He's got this
particular gun and he's waiting on you.

Beck. Gun.

When you find him, bring him and the gun
bac stateside to me. Got it?

Last chance.
Jerry, I'm telling you, the last.

Even he's getting tired of your shit.
He told me so.

I'll tae care of it, Bernie.

Vaya con Dios, motherfucer.
You're in coach.

Baby, what are you doing?

You said this was your last job, Jerry!

What do you want me to say? "Sorry I can't
facilitate that request at this time.

-The old lady wants me to quit. Fuck o'?
-Yes!

Something lie that! Lie, exactly!

I'm not in insurance, sweetie.

You get on that plane, you will never,
never, ever see me again.

You got me? We taled about this.

I told you. I told you.
I wanted us to go to Las Vegas for me.

-Not you, no, no, no. Me.
-Baby, you're overreacting. Okay?

Oh, no! No! Don't do that!
Don't you do that!

Don't diminish my needs!

Sweetheart, I don't have a choice.
I gotta go, oay?

I go down there. I come right bac.

"I , I , I , I , I"!

I wonder what the group
would have to say about that, Jerry.

No! You cannot use that against me!

We are not even technically married yet,
but I go, don't I?

Yes. The whole group thinks we're married.

I accepted the potato slicer
graciously for our anniversary.

Right, sweets? I go along.

That's it. That is it.
You-- You-- You-- You go along!

You don't want to get married to me,

and this is the way
that you're dealing with it!

You're back to the same old selfish,
self-involved,

-vile, disgusting.. .
-Oh, God. You are ...

-...self!
-You're missing the grand design here!

If I don't go, I'm dead. Yeah.

And it's a little difficult
to carry on a relationship

if I'm stuffed with straw
and formaldehyde.

Now, if anyone, anyone is being selfish ...

Now you blame-shift?

-Would you.. .
-You are blame-shifting?

-You are a shifter, Jerry!
-Stop the analyzing!

And I'm calling a time-out!

All right.

Jerry, I want you to acnowledge

that my needs mean nothing to you
and you are a selfish pric and liar.

-Oh, my God!
-Jerry...

-Sam, I--
-.. .acnowledge.

Okay.

I will acnowledge that I promised
I would go to Vegas with you.

But now we're just slightly delayed.

If you want to construe my wanting
to stay alive as being selfish,

well , then, oay.

But I have every intention
of going with you ,

because your needs
are very important to me, sweetheart.

Come on. Loo at all my stuff here,
all over the pavement.

Come on , baby.

What do you say?

Okay?

I'm going with or without you, Jerry.

What's it gonna be?

-A bastard!
-A bastard.

What happened to "sweetheart"
and "big love"

and all those things you called me
in the bedroom last night?

The only thing that I am interested
in calling you , Jerry, is a cab!

Excuse me, spea English? English?
Excuse me. You spea English?

What?

All set, Mr. Welbach.

If you go to the front there,
a shuttle will tae you to your car.

-What kind of car is it exactly?
-It's a Chrysler. Brand-new, sir.

Is there a problem, Mr. Welbach?

You now, it's my first trip to Mexico,
and, well , a Chrysler?

I mean, I drive a Chrysler in America.

I was thining maybe you might have
something a little more authentic,

a little more...

Mexican?

Yeah, yeah. You now. Get into the spirit.

-Your first time?
-Yeah.

Wow. Exciting.

Yeah, Speedy Gonzales.

Let's see what we can do for you.

I think I have just the thing.

How would you Iie an EI Camino?

I Iie that. That's good. Yeah.

Raoul!

No, no, no, no, no.

Uno, dos, tres.

Ándale, Manuel.

Yeah, man. El Camino.

El Camino
El Camino

In my El Camino

Fucker.

You are in the wrong place, America.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

What you want here?

Tequila.

I ased because no one Iie you

comes to this place.

It's death, this town.

Only farmers and bandidos.

And I don't see a hoe.

You a bandido, America?

No. Actually,
I'm looing for a Sehor Bec.

Sehor Beck?

Right.

Okay?

You Bec?

-I know who you are.
-Good. That'll mae things easier.

We cool?

You're all the same.

Prepared.

This ain't America. You want a drin?

Yeah, all right.

Sit down.

Is somebody using this chair?

So I guess you want to see it, right?

-Yeah.
-You want to see it, don't you?

Yeah. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.

Hey.

You now what? Come with me.

Sorry. Sorry.

This is what they call the Mexican.

Wow. Yeah. That's pretty.

Are you shitting me? Yeah, it's pretty.

Can I?

It was made for
a wealthy landowner, a nobleman ,

by a poor Mexican gunsmith.

He fashioned this gun as a giff

to go along with the hopes
that the nobleman's son

would tae
his only daughter's hand in marriage.

The townspeople waited three months
to catch the first glimpse of the pistol.

Finally the day had come.

No one had ever laid eyes
on a more beautiful gun.

It was everything
they thought it would be.

Some even thought
it was too beautiful to look at.

It was considered to be
an honor and good luck

to be the first hand that fires
a newly-fashioned gun...

especially one as beautiful as this,

made for the hand of a nobleman.

The townsman was in a trance
at the gun's flawless crafismanship.

It backfired, killing him instantly.

Legend has it that
it's been cursed ever since.

But it hasn't harmed me
any though, you know.

I just... I love to loo at it.

Now, I want to show you something.
Look at that. There's a bullet in there.

There's a bullet.

It's handmade. Hand-fucking-made.

You don't even want to know
what this gun is worth.

We could sell that gun, man.

'Cause it's a-- it's a great fucking gun.

And I'm not just talking shit either.

You don't have to be a...

Fuck.

I've been pissin' on myself. Fuck.

Anyway, the old man
is nothing to be afraid of.

As a matter of fact,
just last wee I told him to fuc off.

Yeah, you did.

That's what I said too!

I said, "Fuc off, Margolese,
you old prune shit-ass!" If you--

Come on , fella. Get up.

Man, you're soaed in your own urine.
Don't mae me carry you.

Hey!

This is my life.

All right.

Yeah, baby. I got the touch.

Buddy, you whaced your noggin.

Hey!

Oh, f--

Hey, man. Hey.

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit!

Stop that! Stop!

Christ!

I found the gun.

Good. All right. It's in your possession?

As we speak. But, Iie I said, there's...

There's a little problem.

What, what? You lost the id?

He's a souse, that kid.
Just go to another bar, you'll find him.

The id's dead, Ted.

Ted, are you hearing me ?

Yeah. I-I heard you.

How?

Bad luc, act of God. Fuck if I know.

There's all these maniacs
shooting goddamn guns up into the sky.

It's Independence Day or something.

The id got tagged by
one of those bullets on its way down.

Right in the fucin' head. I mean ...

He's dead! The id's dead.

The little fucer's in my car
right now, dead.

Geez, Jerry, that's not a little problem.

- That's a big problem.
-I know.

Jerry, that little fucer
is Margolese's grandson.

What? What?

Geez, you really fucked it this time.

What the fuck did I have to do with it?
One minute he's pissin' himself,

the next he's got
a mouth full of concrete.

Look, just don't even move, okay?

I'm gonna get on the phone
to the office right now.

We'll get me on a plane. I'll get down
there and help you straighten shit out.

Ted, you've gotta get word to the old man.
I didn't now who he was.

- Okay?
-Oay. Just sit tight, Jerry.

Do-- Me-- S--

Hello?

Ted? Ted? Hello?

Wait! Wait!

Oh, no!

Excuse me, Bernie.

There is an issue.
It's that fucin' Welbach.

You need to now straight out,
I don't stand for any motherfuckin' shit.

No shit at all.

Now listen to me, Sam,
this is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna stop crying.

And you're gonna wal out of here with me.

Can you feel me, Sam?

Good.

Sit down.

Now, Sam, as I was saying ...

No! No, please! Please don't hurt me!

Help me! Help me!

Please. Please.

Please, please, please!

-Where's your car?
-What?

-Where's your fucking car?
-It's there!

Are you hurt?

No.

Yes. I don't now.

Truc, truck, truc!

Sir?

-Can you stop the car? Please.
-Why?

-I'm gonna be sic.
-Just hold ...

-Really. I'm not good in cars.
-Hold on.

She told me, "Don't go.

I don't want you
on that highway alone, by yourself."

I said, "It'll be fine, Mom.
It will be oay." But it's not, is it?

I'm dead.

Well, you're not dead.

You would have been dead
if I hadn't saved your life.

Would you rather it was you back there?

I didn't thin so.

Are you gonna ill me?

Depends on too many variables
to answer right now.

Are you gonna rape me?

That's not liely, no.

Well, geez, what do you want?

I suspect the same thing
as that guy bac there.

The pistol.

The pistol that Jerry's havin' a hard time

coming back from Mexico with
all of a sudden.

Jerry?

I work for Bernie Nayman ...

who wors for Arnold Margolese.

Now, you heard of these people.

Yeah, I've heard of them.

Then you now your husband Jerry
wors for them, right?

No.

Well, he does.

I now the selfish, no-good,
pric liar works for them.

He isn't my husband.

Well, whatever he is to you,
Jerry is in the shit boos.

When you're as deep
in the shit as Jerry is,

you get a little skittish
about your future.

It clouds your judgment.

There's a lot of people
interested in that gun.

So what we got here is
"he who controls the girl,

controls the pistol" sort of a situation.

I am a hostage?

You blew that guy to pieces
for a fucing gun?

This is so Jerry. All right, look.

Sit down. Sit down.

Look.

Jerry and I broke up, so if he's doing ...

I don't know what he's doing,
'cause it's got nothing to do with me.

Zero, nothing.

You seem lie a very nice girl.

Than you.

But it's a fact.

In these life-threatening situations,
human beings Iie.

So you are gonna kill me.

All right, loo.

If everything turns out fine

and Jerry comes through
without this all getting funky,

I don't thin that'll happen.

He brings me the pistol,
I give you to him.

I'm just here to regulate funkiness. Oay?

Go on.

Great.

Come on , buddy. Come on.
Okay? Just you and me. Yeah.

Go!

Go.

You're such an ass.

What are you. .. No, no, no.

Wait, wait. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
I didn't mean ...

Fuck!

Fuck!

Hey!

-Buenas noches.
-Buenos nachos.

I need a lift to the next town
in your truc.

I need a ride
in your automobile to the next town.

I can't pay you.
I have no money. No dinero.

De Niro?

Si None.

Robert De Niro?

Robert De Niro.

Yeah. I need a lift

in your "el truc-o,"

to the next "town-o."

"Village-o." Pueblo.

-Yeah, sl!
-Al otro pueblo.

Okay.

-Yes?
- Vâmonos, Sehor De Niro.

Self-winding, man.
You never have to wind it. It's very fine.

Yeah. Shake like... Perpetual calendar.

It's good.

Is this even gonna run?

Yeah?

Hey, buddy. Is that your ball?

Shit. Hey. Hey, man.

You got a rabid dog bac here.

Go. Go!

Go. Out.

You gotta do something about this dog.

I have a collect call r
Samantha from Jerry Welbach.

- There's no one there, sir.
-No, just give it a second, she's there.

Sam, pick up the phone. Sams? Samsonite?

Baby, please don't do this.

-I'm sorry, sir. Please try again.
-No! No, no, no, no!

Just give it a second. She's there--

What are you doing?

Gonna mae a phone call.

To whom?

To Jerry.

You're gonna tell him that Leroy is with
you, and then you're gonna hang up.

Leroy?

Yeah. Leroy, that's right.

Then you're gonna hang up. Simple.

That's it?

It's enough. Believe me.

You gonna make the call,
or do I have to mae you? 'Cause I will.

No. I'll call.

Good.

Dial it.

Okay. What's the number?

You have the number.

I don't know where he is. He's in Mexico.
You should have the number.

What are you tellin' me? You don't have
a number, a motel, hotel, nothing?

What's the matter, don't you listen?
We broe up. No longer together.

Why would I have the number?

I'm sensing you have trust issues.

You got one minute.

I'm a professional .
I do this for a living.

Goody for you.

You're wasting your time.

I think I believe you.

What's in Vegas?

Well,

I'm gonna be a waitress,
then mae a career as a croupier.

They can mae $10Ü,0ÜÜ a year,
but you have to have the hands.

Which I do.

I got them from my Grandma Vega,
which is a good thing,

'cause my Granny Barzel,
she had hands like a circus midget.

How come you can't Iive with Jerry?

Do you know Jerry?

Jerry has trouble expressing his feelings.

He had a really fuced-up childhood.
His mom was nuts.

One of those people
who thins the iron is always on.

Don't you love him?

I think that's the problem.
We love each other too much.

But he's just... He's so selfish.

And it's Iie we've been
living his life forever.

He'd tell you
a different story altogether,

but I give and I give,
and he just keeps taing.

Our counselor totally agrees
with me, by the way.

I don't put much stoc
in those weirdo counselor types.

All they do is sit around
in bare feet and smoke joints.

Maybe that's true,

but it doesn't change the fact
that Jerry's a taer and I'm a giver.

It's obvious.

You now, a lot of people
are under the impression

that you get to choose who you love.

I'm sorry, are you ...

Are you taing his side?
You're a man. Of course you are.

-You're taking his side.
-You love him.

You said so yourself.

It's all that matters.

You now, you're a very sensitive person
for a cold-blooded iller.

Than you, Sam.

Shit.

Okay. Get out. Out.

Look, you gotta get out.

Get out!

Go!

Hola, shithead!
Where's my stuff? Where's my stuff?

Get bac! Get bac! Where's my stuff?

-The pistol. Pistolero.
-La pistola?

Get bac.

Where is it?

Get bac!

Yeah, just stay calm. Get back, get back!

Don't move. What the fuck? Give me those.

Back! Bac, bac.

Get in the car. Get in! Oay.

Is that my... Is that my jacet?

Put it in the car! Put it in the c--
What is wrong with you people?

Get bac.

You don't have to be in here.

Yeah, well, I go by trac record.

Besides, I don't hear any tinle-tinle.

Stage fright.

Look around. There's not even a window.

So what's with this "we've been
livin' his life forever" thing?

It's a figure of speech.
I didn't mean it literally.

Jerry's been working for Margolese
for five years less a day.

Sometimes it just feels lifelong.

Sounds lie jail terms.

It is.

Arnold Margolese is in jail
because Jerry put him there.

Jerry ratted out Arnold Margolese?

No. Jerry was coming across Ventura.
You now, over there by Laurel Canyon.

Yeah.

He wasn't paying attention,
ran a red light,

smashed into Margolese's Cadillac.

When the cops came,

Margolese got busted because
he had a person in the trun.

That's how Margolese got sent to jail?

Live person or dead person?

Live person.

What's the big deal, then?

He probably wasn't gonna stay that way.

He was taped up in a trun
for a reason, wasn't he?

God , I would thin this was
right up your alley, Swifty.

He saw something.

Well, whatever it was this guy saw

or was going to say to the cops,
he got the chance.

And since it was
technically Jerry's fault,

Margolese had him work off the jail time.

You see, my whole relationship
has been hijacked

because he doesn't
pay attention when he drives.

I can't go with you in here.

We didn't think we were
getting a dead man with the car.

I got no use for a dead gringo.

Tae a left.

Go on.

If you're going to ill me,
at least you owe me the right to now

who it is that's going to send me to God.

Tell me!

Look, I'm not gonna kill ya.

But I am gonna have to shoot you.

But why, sir? Why?

Why? Why? Because you stole from me,

and you know about the pistol
and you're just gonna steal again.

And I can't have you coming bac in
this situation lie a fly in the ointment.

No! I won't be a fly!
You'll never see me again.

Look, you're gettin' shot, and that's it.

It'll tae you time
to get to the next town,

especially if you're limping.

Wait, wait. Limping?

Can't you just tie me up some more?
I mean, fuc! You shoot me? Tie me!

Yeah. I don't have a rope.

So you shoot me?

It's the American way.

Now, where do you want it?

-Oay.
-No, not the leg! There's arteries.

I could bleed to death in mere seconds.

The foot, then.

Look, that's fair where I come from.
Okay? It'll hurt, but it'll heal.

What if you tae off a fucing toe?

Wait, wait, wait. Not the left.

Sorry.

On the count of three.

One.

Look, I'm agreeing with you, all right?
But there's a few ways to Ioo at it.

Now, sex is, no matter what anybody says,

a very important part of any relationship.

The fact that Jerry
is a considerate lover says a lot.

You lost me.

Well, he's a considerate lover.

You just gotta find a way to get him to
expand this quality he has during sex

to other areas of your relationship.

I mean, even if it only comes out in sex,
it's there just the same.

That's a good point.

And if a person's a considerate Iover,
he can't be all selfish , right?

Unless of course he's...

He's... being a considerate...

What was that?

What?

That. That moment you had.

What moment?

Leroy, you just checed out
that guy and had a moment.

That was a moment.

I don't know if it was a moment.

Are you gay?

As in "happy"?

As in homosexual.

What does my sexual orientation have to do

with anything we've been talking about?

Nothing. Nothing.

Except something that you said
bac there really bugged me,

and this would ind of help it make sense.

Yeah? What's that?

I ased if you were gonna rape me,
and you said , "Not liely."

You said it so matter-of-fact,
like I was repulsive

and it was ludicrous of me to thin

that I was actually at risk of you
wanting to have sex with me.

Well, first of all ,
it's a crime of anger, not attraction.

And second of all, you're not repulsive.
You're very beautiful.

Than you.

-You want me to rape you?
-Are you gay?

-You want me to rape you?
-You're gay.

You're gay. I new it!

Oh, I so new it.
I just new it. What a relief.

What do you want, a medal or something?

Do you want a little trinet
saying you identified a homosexual?

No.

Are you full throttle?

Full throttle?

Yeah, I guess I am.

I'm not-- I mean ...

I'm not trying to be a smart-ass
or anything lie that.

I just thin that this is great.

Wow. This is...

This is major, oay?

I now the ind of people
in your business. Oay?

-Yeah?
-And to me,

it seems that...

well , being gay isn't really...

conducive to the environment.

Like I should be an interior decorator.
That's insulting.

I am very good at what I do.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No, I don't.

Unfortunately, I seem
to be unable to keep ...

relationships together.

Seems like everybody's having trouble
keeping relationships together.

It's ringing, sehor.

Than you for that.

No, no, no. No es necesario.

Really?

That's so kind .
You have no idea what I've...

-Hi, this is Ted. Leave a message.
-Thank you. Gracias.

If this is my guy in need, I on my way.
Find your way to the Hotel del Plaza.

Wait for me there. Okay? Sit tight.

Okay, okay. Forget aeropuerto.

Hotel del Plaza.

-Is this your dog?
-Sort of.

Came along for the ride.

Really?

He does have a personality,
and that certainly counts.

He's a good guy.

Is this your car?

It's a rental. I'm an American.

-No shit? Really?
-Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I am Mexican.

Cool.

Do you have a passport?

Jerry "Well-batch," Los Angeles, USA.

Welbach. Well-batch.

Can I as you a question, Jerry?

How long have you been here in Mexico?

A few days. Pleasure.

I see. Pleasure?

Yeah.

-I see.
-Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened here?

That's not accurate, I'm afraid.

The gunsmith did craft this pistol
for a prospective husband,

and he was a nobleman's son, true.

But the motif was darer, my friend.

It's cursed, this gun.

The key to this tale
involves the gunsmith's assistant...

a poor but honorable
young man in blinding love

with the gunsmith's daughter.

For months at a time,
the assistant took to the mines,

gathering the precious metal

that would yield
the most beautiful gun that ever existed,

only to discover that what he hoped
would be a wedding gifi for him...

was for another.

The gunsmith insisted his daughter
marry the nobleman's son,

forbidding their love.

So, angered in his bitter pain,

the assistant cursed the gun,

vowing the creation would never prevail.

But the gunsmith was racing against time.

He had promised a pistol
of unparalleled crafismanship,

the nobleman's dowry
hanging in the balance.

He worked day and night
to correct the pistol's problems.

This gun never wored properly.

Some say its very creation
ended the gunsmith's life.

Well, my friend ,
you're free to go but without the gun.

This gun doesn't belong
to you or to your boss.

Now it belongs to me.

Yeah, Vegas.
It can be inda tough that way.

-Expensive?
-Yeah, emotionally.

Let's just say that
I had a serious relationship problem.

Well, you fit right in here.

What do you do now, Frank?

Now, I am a postman.

Get out of here.

-That's so rigid.
-Swear to God. No, come on.

There's a seedy underbelly
to the postal service.

-Is that the ey to it?
-And that's the ey.

You have no idea how many

small, unmared
brown paper pacages I deliver.

What, porno?

Yeah, daily.

Like what?

Videos, blow-up dolls,
dildos, pocket pussies.

-Don't leave nothing out.
-Oh, yeah?

But, you now, even with all that
dirty excitement at my fingertips,

I still have to tae off once a year.

So I just wal out the front door
and I now I'm going to Vegas.

I just don't now how.

All I've got is my wallet and an attitude.

I don't know, it eeps me sane.

After all, guns don't ill people.

Postal workers do.

Okay, you're all set, Mr. Shurer.

If you go to the front there,
a shuttle will tae you to your car.

What kind of car is it exactly?

It's a Chrysler, sir, brand-new.

You wouldn't happen to have
something a little more...

Raoul!

Yeah, man!

Yeah. Never fear, Teddy's here.

-How are you?
-Good.

Come on , Jerry.
The Mexican thief, the dirty cop?

I mean, the word is out.
It's a big-ticet item.

A lot of fucking people
are interested in that gun.

No fucing way. Is that what they thin?

That I'm selling them out?

I don't know, Jerry.

Maybe they thin you're scared
and you might do the wrong thing.

-Ted.
-You now, I don't know.

I'm just doing my goddamn portion here.

Yeah, and what is that?

To find out what's going on,

assess the damage, try to calm you down,

help find the pistol, get us home.

I tell you something,
I get on that plane, pistol or not,

that'Il be the last
fucing flight I ever take.

Oh, come on, Jerry.

"Come on, Jerry"? You now it.

-I know what I'm supposed to now.
-Just doing your fucing part.

I now what I'm supposed to now!

You hear yourself? You sound lie
fucing Schultz from Hogan's Heroes.

I now nothing!

-Goddamn it, Jerry!
-Nothing!

I'm not crazy about Nayman
running things any more than you are.

But I got a few years on you,
and I'm telling you,

the thing to do is to just
keep your nose clean,

loo straight ahead
and do what you're told.

Oh, God.

That's why I'm 17 months of payments
away from Boca Raton , Jerry.

'Cause I do my fuckin' portions.

Now, I don't care how you Ioo at it,

the first step out of this
is to get the pistol bac.

I never took a payoff in my life.

Jerry, loo.
I now where your Ioyalties Iie.

But the kid's dead. The pistol's gone.

I mean, you can see how it loos, right?

Come on , Jerry.

You're my guy.

Not the safest dance.

I'm not going anywhere.

We are in the city
where I'm going to be living.

Go.

Go.

What's wrong?

You now when you're in
a bad relationship and you separate?

All of a sudden, everywhere you loo,
there's love and possibility.

I'm worried about Jerry.

All right, don't worry.

I'm gonna call Nayman in the morning
and I'm gonna check in on everything.

You want me to stay?

I want you to go.

You sure?

I really want you to go.

I couldn't sleep all night.

Yeah.

No, no, no. He said he followed
the cop to the pawn shop.

He's taing me over there after breafast.

We're booed on the 7:Ü0,
if all goes well.

No. Now, wait.. .
No, you wait a minute, Nayman.

Now, what do you gotta go
and say that for?

Well, now or Iater?

What do you mean?
How could I misinterpret?

No, Bernie. 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 will make a difference.

Bye.

Hey, sweets. I eep calling
and I haven't heard a word from you.

I'm starting to wonder.

I now you're angry with me, but...

you now,
"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone."

Okay.

I think she actually went to Vegas.

I eep telling you , Jerry,
these women are problems, you now.

You should try to be Iie me.
I answer to myself.

No hassles, nobody ridin' my ass
like a goddamn horse in a saddle. Free.

Ted, you eep yourself closed off,

so you have no shot
at meeting the right woman.

Any woman can be the right woman
if the numbers work and you're willing.

No way. Not me.

You settle. You open yourself up.
You become vulnerable.

What's this sudden insight
into my relationship?

Okay, loo, Jerry.

She is in Vegas.

What?

Hey, shit falls down, you now?

"Shit falls down."

Margolese called Nayman all pissed off
that you were fucing this up,

told him to put somebody on Sam
to eep an eye,

-you now, in case.. .
-"In case"?

-You now.
-In case I get any funny ideas.

And you're just telling me this now?

Don't brea my balls, Jerry.
There's other things to consider.

Like what?

Like that gun is worth
a lot of fucing money.

People know you have it.

-Sam could be in danger.
-Yeah, no shit.

-Who did they put on her?
-You don't now him

-but safe to say you now of him.
-Who?

It's that fucing psycho
Leroy from Minnesota.

Leroy!

Nayman had to do it, Jerry.
It was an order.

Margolese would now if he didn't.

Wait.

They're just trying to scare me.

Yeah, well, that would sure do it for me.

We've all heard the idney story, Jerry.

Nayman wants us on that
7:Ü0 flight to Vegas, pistol in tow,

no ifs, ands or buts.

They'll meet us at the airport,

and then this Leroy guy will tae
the pistol to Margolese directly.

Yeah.

I had to borrow...

Do you mind?

Sleep well?

Yeah. You?

Who's Winston?

Somebody I don't lie very much.

Well, you can have that removed, you now?

Yeah, maybe I will someday.

You wanna get some breakfast?

At first, I thought this guy is all right.

And then I'm thining,
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 thining ...

what happens when he finds out what I do?

And who I am and what I've done?

You now, who am I idding, right?
Let's get serious.

What're you gonna do about it?

That's the thing.
I didn't have to do anything.

It happened absent of my will
to consciously mae it happen.

Really?

I was a little drun last night.

I too my gun and I put it up in
the towels in the bathroom, you now.

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 Iooin' at?

Don't look at me Iie that.
You're main' it worse.

What are you, Barbara Walters?

It's just beautiful.

Let's talk about somethin' else.

-What do you wanna tal about?
-Anything. Anything else.

Anything. Whatever.

What was it over, the last time you cried?

Let's talk about that.

Yeah, that'll bring the sun right out.

I heard it was this guy Leroy's mother.
That's what I heard.

Okay, that's what we call "bullshit."

If I told one guy, just one,
at the next convention

that you kept your mother
cut up in the freezer for five years,

you'd have a reputation, too.

Fact or not, it maes no difference.

Jesus, Ted , you can't be so naive, man.

-The guy's a star.
-Oh, my God.

What're you so worried about then, if
you thin he's all blowhard and bullshit?

I met Leroy once, in Minnesota.
It was for all of two seconds.

I shoo his hand.
He seemed lie a nice enough guy.

Whether or not he lives up to
this pumped-up legend of a psychotic

is beside the point.

And if he does sit naked in his garage,
soaing 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.

Hey, Old Ted is not gonna let anything
happen, oay, Jerry? I'm here.

Thans, Ted. I feel perfectly safe.

-Hola.
-I no fuc around. Comprende?

Gun. Gun. Loaded. Bang, bang. You, dead.

Do you have a speech impediment?

Give me the fucin' gun. The pistol.

The pistol?

You now what I'm talin' about.
Let's go! Chop, chop!

The pistol?

Okay, all right. Listen, what's your name?

-Joe.
-Joe.

Just do lie the man says.
We'll be out of here before you know it.

Okay?

The pistol , please.

-Oay.
-Thank you.

Excuse me.

Come on. All right. Go.

Got it.

Just have a seat right here, amigo.

Jerry, have you lost your mind?

What were you taling about on the phone?

-Jerry, will you put the gun away?
-Was it to off me?

Is that what
you two were discussing, to off me?

Jerry, I would never...

Go ahead , deny it. Go ahead.

-Go ahead!
-Oay, oay, okay.

Jerry, that's what he said.

So you were lying to me when you said
that I would walk away from this.

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

Then you're lying now
about him telling to off me. Which is it?

No, no. Nayman told me
to do it, Jerry, but...

-But?
-But...

But?

But you're just doing your portion.

Isn't that how it wors, Ted?

Seventeen portions left
for Boca. .. Boca Raton. Right?

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

On one hand , they tell you to bring me in.

On the other hand,
they tell you to tae me out.

Why are you being told
two contradicting things?

You don't as a question?

I just... I don't now.

You don't think that's a little weird?

Yeah, it's... Yeah, it's weird.

Right! Because something's going on.
What is it?

Exactly. You don't now, 'cause
you're just doing your fucing part.

Well, I'm not going down
because you don't now!

See my predicament?

You're my guy, Ted.

You're my guy, Jerry.

Wait a minute. What happened here?

Someone illed themselves.
Swan dive, right off the balcony.

Come on.

-Just stay bac.
-Nothing to see here.

Keep going.

Than you very much.
Sorry to have disturbed you.

Hotel security.

No.

Please, no.

No. No.

Coming.

Hello, sir. Sorry to intrude.
Afraid there's been a terrible incident.

May I as, are all parties
in your room accounted for?

Yeah. Yeah. Just me and my wife. Honey!

No, no, that's oay, sir.
Than you very much.

-What happened?
-Sorry to have disturbed you.

Everything all right?

Leroy.

Pack your shit.

You're a stupid motherfucer,
you now that?

You're well dressed ,
I'll give you that, but stupid.

Wear Kevlar?

Yeah.

Leroy.

Please don't do this. Please.

You thin I should listen to her?

What do you thin?

Wanna know what I thin?

Kevlar is for pussies.

This is for Fran.

-My bag will make the flight, right?
-They'Il run it down there.

-Oay.
-I just need to see your passport.

Yeah.

-I'm afraid there's been a mistae.
-What?

No! No!

Mr. Shurker most probably has yours.

I told you in the beginning,

if Jerry comes through
and nothing gets funky,

everything will be all right.
Well, shit got funky.

Why isn't he here? Why? Why?

Why don't you give me a second?

Because I'm trying to get
the fucking story here, all right?

Just take it easy and stop acting lie
a kidnapped chic on a carton of milk.

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,
you now, better numbers together.

You have no intention of giving the gun
to Margolese, do you, Bernie?

Look, Bobby. You know,
I now that you're loyal.

And that's good.
I mean, nobody's debating that.

Let me as you.

In your skulking around, going through
private things in other people's offices,

did you manage to discover
that he's shutting us down?

That's right. You, me, everybody.

I don't understand.

What, you didn't get the memo,
the severance package, the bonus?

No?

No. Nothing.

Yeah, me neither.

Difference between you and me is
I now when I'm being fuced

and you don't, 'cause you're
standing on the wrong fucing 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.

They're still holding.
What do you want me to tell 'em?

Can I count on your cooperation?

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 airsic.

Get in the car.

Hola, hola, sehor.

Hola, Sehor Welbach.

Yeah. Has the-- The US Consulate,
have they called back yet?

No, sir, not yet.

Well, look.

This is a muy, muy, muy important call.

I've lost my passport, oay?

So I'll be sitting right over there.
I'm not gonna move.

Sehor Welbach,
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, sehor.

Come on.

Hotel de Ia Plaza.

Yes, as a matter of fact, he's right here.

Sehor, it's for you.

Hey. Yes, hello?

You bastard.

"Hello?" Lie, "Hello, my life is great.
Everything is fine."

-Sam?
-I thought you could be dead.

I've been worried sick,
and you answer the phone, "Hello,"

like you're confirming
a room service order?

Sam? Sam?

-I'm done with Mr. Jerry Welbach.
-Sam?

-Mr. "Hi." No, no.
-Sam?

-Ask about the gun.
-Is that Leroy?

Did he fucing touch you?

Do you have any idea what I have been
through these last few days?

Whatever you've been through,
multiply it by a thousand times.

You'll have some vague conception
of where I'm at.

Isn't that typical, Jerry?
It's all a competition!

-Tit for tat, tat for tit!
-Stop yelling, for Christ's sake!

Now, listen. How are you?
Are you okay? Are you all right?

Where are you?

Toluca Airport, Jerry.

-Toluca.. .
-And things are shitty, really shitty.

Tell him if he shows up with the pistol ,
everything will be all right.

He doesn't care about that.

He only cares about himself
It's the same thing with him.

Why are you airing personal matters
with complete strangers?

Let me see.
I don't thin that you really classify

someone who you just perpetrated a
killing with a complete fucing stranger!

And let me tell you something, Jerry.
I can't find my Kotex cards

-or my credit pads!
-Sam, what did you say?

All right, Jerry, just settle down.

Hey! What'd you do to her?
What is wrong with her?

Jerry, just settle down. Oay?

Yeah.

We had a slight situation,
but it should occur to you

that I'm a professional
and I now what I'm doing.

So why don't we all just
chill out a minute here?

Now, first of all, what happened?
Did you get lost?

Yeah, I got lost, five fucking years ago.

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

No, nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing. I hope you have something.

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

Just mae sure you return her
with all ten toes. You hear me?

I understand. I understand.

Just come down here, pick us up.
We'll square things away.

You got a very special woman here, Jerry.

But we all now how you can get, right?

-So, let's not have any of that.
-What?

This is a time for selflessness.

What?

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Come on.

Stupid gun.

Out!

I have to ask you a question.

And it's an important one, so,

I want you to thin about the answer
before you give it to me, oay?

Okay.

When two people love each other,
really love each other,

but they just can't get it together,

when do you get to that point
where enough is enough?

Well, that's... You know.

You now it's over when ...

Okay, I have, Iie, these psychosomatic,

insomniatic manifestations of...

Well, here's the thing about me.

I'm a product of my emotions

versus being a product
of my environment, Iie him,

which he is, exactly,
just that environmental ...

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. I n my business,

you're surrounded
by loneliness and finality.

Now, I don't care what your tae 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.

I mean, they're still scared,
but there's a calmness to 'em.

And I thin that comes from the nowledge

that somebody, somewhere loved them
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 thin I'd be telling you
any of 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 funy rental.

Look, I now
we're all a little grouchy right now.

We'll get something to eat,

you'Il get the pistol ,
and then we'll all go our separate ways.

-Really separate ways.
-Now, don't start, Sam.

You now what? Shut up.
I'll start because I have the right.

Why do you do that?
Do not tell me to shut up.

-I count here, Jerry.
-We had an agreement, remember?

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

I swear to God,
I will crash this fucing car right now.

-Jerry, don't do that.
-I will.

I will. One more word out of you.
Another word, Sam. One more word.

I swear to fucing God.

Naugahyde.

-All right.
-My God, Jerry!

-Are you finished?
-Yes!

-You gonna shut up?
-Yes, yes, yes!

Jerry, I will , I will!

-Stop!
-Jerry!

Stop the car, Jerry! Stop the car!

Oh, my God!

Stop, stop, stop!

Oh, my God!

Jerry, I want you to now,

you're the craziest fucer I ever met.

You now what? Go!
Go to Vegas. I've had it!

Son of a bitch!

I had a flat down in Florida once...

out in the middle of nowhere.

So I go to the trun, there's no spare.

Four hours in the baing sun
waiting for a truck to come by.

Now I always chec.

Let me give it a rip.

Sometimes you need a little more torque,
you now what I mean?

Wouldn't ill the bastards to oil these
every once in a while.

Yeah.

Fucking car rentals.

Yeah.

-Wal away, baby. Wal away.
-What did you do?

-He was gonna ill us, Sam.
-What the fuc did you do to Leroy?

-He was gonna ill us.
-Loo at his head!

Stop! Stop! Listen, listen.

I met Leroy in 1997 in Minnesota.

And that's not him!

No, no, Jerry.

-Jerry, you made a terrible mistake.
-Sweets.

-He was my friend!
-Sweets.

-You made a terrible mistake!
-Baby,

Leroy is BIac. Leroy's BIac.

-Oay?
-No.

Yes! He's Black.

-No.
-African-American. A person of color.

The guy he illed in Vegas.

That's the real Leroy.
That's Margolese's Leroy.

-No.
-So, this guy...

I'm such an ass. Such an ass. Of course.

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

Ha-fucking-ha!

You see? Do you see?

I'm being set up!

Nayman hires this prick to tae out Leroy,

get the gun
and pin it all on Jacoff Jerry.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Winston Baldry? Right!

Well, I met Leroy, Winston,

and there's no way
you could have nown that.

And that's your mistae. You fucked up.

I can't believe it.

Every fucing time. Every fucking time.

Not this time. This time I win.

This time I win! I fucing win!

I win!

Oh, my God.

I'm lucy 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 as you a question.

It's a good one, so thin 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 Ieff 60 messages.
I said it was an emergency.

Why would Nayman as you
if you Iie sex and travel?

I mean, what is it even supposed to mean?

That you fool around or something?
Is that... Is that...

I tell you this whole long debacle,
and this you have a problem with?

Yeah. Yeah, I do, because I think
that when you as someone

who is involved in
a relationship of the heart...

-Yeah?
-... If they like sex and travel ,

that's mean-spirited.

It's stupid. And I'll tell you this.
We're not running anymore.

No, no, no, no, no.
So done with the running.

Just the pacing and the running and the...

Sooner or later, that phone is gonna ring.

We are going to get your passport in order

and you are gonna put that gun in
Margolese's hand where it belongs.

Nayman is fucing Margolese.
That has got nothing to do with us.

By the grace of God
or I don't now what, honey,

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.

No, no, no, that can't be right.
Could you just chec again?

Baby, don't. Margolese.

"M" as in Mary.

Baby, can you turn that down?
You don't even speak Spanish, sweetheart.

Real emotion transcends Ianguage, Jerry.

You don't have to understand
the words to hear their pain.

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

Do you know when?

No, no, all right. All right.

Margolese is out.
He got out this morning. He's out.

What the hell is going on? He's not
supposed to be out till Thursday.

It is Thursday, hon.

What is it?

Come on.

Just stay away from the window.

Shit. Shit.

Here, give me it.

Good one.

What is it, boy?

Hey!

Hey, man, get out of there.

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

Where are you taing me?

It's not your fault
you now nothing about this gun.

You're American.

This gun does not belong to you.

Mr. Margolese.

Well, I don't understand.

What's it gonna tae, Jerry?

What?

For the gun, Jerry.

What's it gonna tae for you to
give it to me and not to another?

You. .. Man!

What'll it tae?

You now, I don't now what it taes.
I'm new in the "fuc you" business.

You tell me, Mr. Margolese.
What does it tae?

I didn't fuc you, Jerry.

I had Nayman send you down here,

but I didn't now
he was looking for a buyer.

When I found out
he was looking for a buyer,

I didn't now who on my team
was still on my team,

or even if there was a goddamn team.

Who the fuc are these guys?

They wor for this man, Tropillo.

And who the fuc is Trop--

You now what? Not even important.

You give me one good reason
why I shouldn't fight to my death

to not give you the gun. Yeah.

And believe you me, if it comes to that,

someone here's gonna leave
this room missing an ear

or not being able to fuc anymore,
I'll tell you that.

One reason, now that you let me know
what you thin I'm made of.

Are you a fatalist, Jerry?

I never really thought about it.

When you do think about it,

about that afternoon
that 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 simple backwards inmate
with a paper clipping.

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

you Iearn 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 paper 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 ased why it meant so much to him,

the story he told changed my life.

The night before the nobleman's arrival,
the assistant could not sleep...

his heart in aching pain.

The day was upon him
when the gunsmith would present

his gifi to the nobleman and his son.

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.

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.

The nobleman was insulted
by the ineptness,

angry with the poor gunsmith.

They argued.

When the nobleman's son
realized that

her heart belonged to
the poor, simple assistant,

a man r 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.

The pistol contains her damned soul.

Day after day
I would listen to that story.

And always he would tell me,
"When I get out,

I will find that pistol
and I will return it to my father,

whose father's father
had crafted the gun."

Eighteen months later,
he too 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 to me
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 fucking reason.

You are a soldier of God.

She will be safe there, right there,

and she can fly with the angels.

No devils can catch her here, right here,

and now she will be able
to fly with the angels.

We square?

I'll owe you.

Jerry, honey?

I bet this is the queen of the idiot.
Am I right?

This must be Sam. This is Bernie Hayman.

Where's that stupid fucking Jerry?
With Leroy?

Don't you mean Winston?

I hope not, 'cause he's dead.

Then you're in a lot of trouble.

Pecially if Jerry sold that gun.

Jerry hid it.

A step in the right direction.

Are you there, Sam?

Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah, me too.

Nayman!

Where is she? What have you done with her?

-Jerry, get me out!
-Sam?

Don't shoot, she's in the trun.
Don't... Tell them.

-I swear to God, if you've hurt her.. .
-Well , it is hot in there.

Let her out.

You give me the pistol,
and I'll let her out.

All right. All right, Nayman,
where are the eys?

I might have lost them.

Well, you're shit out of Iuc,

'cause she's the only one
who knows where the pistol is.

Sam, no!

All right, now, you put that down.
You'll damage it.

You shut the fuc up!

Sam, do not, I repeat,
do not pull that trigger, baby.

-No, no, no.
-I will.

I will pull this fucing trigger.

You toast that gun, he's dead right affer.

Sweets.

Put the gun down. Okay?

Put it down.

It's not worth it.

Okay?

He's right, it's not worth it.

Don't you now when enough is enough?

Baby.

Do you like sex and travel?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Wrong answer.

Sweetheart?

We just witnessed a miracle.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

Am I oay? Yeah, I'm okay. You oay?

May I?

It would be our honor.

Yeah.

Seal it.

Do you love me, Jerry?

I adore you, sweetheart.

Then tell me it again.

-Baby, I've already told you three times.
-Just one more time, please.

Please. Please.

The pistol was crafted for a noble man
by a poor Mexican gunsmith.

-Nobleman.
-What?

It's nobleman, not noble man.

-One word, not two.
-What did I say?

That's what I.. .
What difference does it mae?

-It doesn't make a difference, honey.
-Why do you have to correct me?

I'm just saying, who says nobleman
if English is their mother tongue?

I'm calling a time-out!

Raoul!

I love you, Jerry.