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[Bubbling]

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- Can we talk?

- After dinner. Guests are coming.

- Cancel it. - Can't.

Phone lines are down again.

They said they will come back by tomorrow.

[Scrubbing]

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[Doorbell rings]

- Do you speak English?

- Yes.

- We received a phone call about an emergency.

- Oh, let me see.

- Alba! - No fast moves.

[Steps approaching]

Sierra: Get down.

Alba. Is that your name?

Alba: Yes. - We're not here to hurt you.

We just need a place to lay low for a little while.

Who else is in the house?

What is there to think about?

- No one. - Good.

Where's your first aid kit?

- You're not real paramedics. - This is a real gun.

Batty: It's in the kitchen, on top of the fridge.

- Get it.

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Sit down.

Sit.

- Are you having people over? - Yes.

Sierra: Cancel it. - I can't.

Sierra: Why not? - Phone lines are down.

- When will they be fixed?

- It could be a while.

Happens twice a week around here.

It's a surprise if you have any kind of service.

- What about cellphones?

- Clearly, you're not from around here.

[Steps approaching]

[Grunting]

[Panting]

- Anybody else?

You two a couple?

- Yes. - No.

- Maybe we got off on the wrong foot here.

When I ask a question, I'd like a straight answer.

Let's try that again. Are you two a couple?

- No. - Yes.

- You're gonna have to work on your story.

- There's no service here.

- Of course not.

Alright, she's coming with me.

You good?

Let's go!

- Where is he taking her?

Sierra: The less you know, the better chance you have

of getting out of this alive.

- Get on your knees. - Why?

Sierra: Because I need to tend to this wound

and I can't keep my gun on you at the same time.

- I can help you.

- You ever cleaned a bullet wound before?

- No, but I'm a quick learner.

- And I'm a fast fucking draw.

That's the only warning you'll ever get.

Get some rags and hot water.

[Breathing rapidly]

Looks good.

The bullet went straight through.

It doesn't look like it hit anything serious.

You're gonna be fine. I mean, you don't deserve it,

but you're gonna live.

Clover?

Clover, can you hear me?

[Motorbike speeding]

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- Clover Braun.

Call me Clover.

- Sierra Loba.

Call me Sierra.

I've never done a job where the driver was a woman.

Clover: Makes two of us.

- You mean, you're not the driver,

or you mean this is your first rodeo?

Clover: Oh, no, I'm the driver.

I've just never done a job where the muscle was a woman.

Sierra: Family business. I was supposed to be a boy.

Clover: Me, too.

I know female bodyguards are becoming

more and more popular nowadays

on account of blending in more easily than say

a bulky 300 pound goon,

but I cannot imagine a world

in which you possibly blend in.

Sierra: What do you like to be called?

- Malone is fine.

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Malone: You're the only house around for a mile.

Batty: Yeah.

- You two don't get scared there on your own?

- Sometimes.

- Tell me about the people coming for dinner.

- Max Hammond and his girlfriend, Maru.

He's a television producer who makes documentaries.

He does something for the government here now,

I'm not sure what, something with the Ministry of Culture.

- He's American. - He is.

Malone: Documentaries like... movies?

- Boring ones about coffee farmers

and Indian villages and stuff.

- Huh. And what do you do?

- I...

Nothing much, just keep the house clean.

- So you're a housekeeper. - I guess.

- You don't sound too sure.

- What do you do? - We're talking about you.

- Oh. I thought we were done.

- Pretty tough sell, you as the help.

Batty: We fired our housekeeper,

so I'm picking up the slack.

- So whose house is it?

- Mine... I guess.

- See?

There's that lack of conviction again.

- Think whatever you want to think.

[Steps approaching]

- Stay low.

Maru: "Dear Mom, you were wrong about everything.

Quitting my job and telling my roommate

she was a hefty bag of monkey shit,

prompting her to kick me out of the apartment,

maxing out my credit card after running out of cash

didn't turn me into a homeless drug addict

turning tricks on the side.

Au contraire, as they say in Saint Barth.

I have landed on my feet.

Met a sweet guy.

Have a nice place to stay.

Things are looking up.

What can I tell you about Max?

It's the little details that drive him crazy.

He likes the way I eat ice cream

because he says my mouth is hypnotizing.

He likes the sound of my voice, especially when I yawn.

[High-pitched yawn]

He says I yawn like a cat.

He just loves watching my ass.

He can spend hours watching it.

He likes it when I put my hair up

because it exposes my neck,

and he says I have the prettiest little baby hairs there.

He likes my tan lines

because he says invisible bikinis

are the only kind of bikinis that matter.

He likes to watch me dance

because he says he can't figure out

what beat I'm dancing to,

but he likes it much better

than the beat of the music playing.

But what he likes the most about me is after sex,

the way my breath settles down

and I fall asleep for exactly one minute,

no matter what time of day it is.

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This is probably the best place to start."

- Maru, wake up.

- Hmm?

Max: We gotta go.

- Go where?

Max: Dinner with Alba Fontana, for my project.

Did you forget?

- No. I, uh, I just... thought it was later.

- You slept for three hours.

Maru: No, I didn't.

- Did I? - Yeah.

- Why didn't you wake me? - I'm waking you now. Let's go.

- I have to shower.

- There's no time. Let's go.

I have a meeting at 9:00,

so we're not gonna be there long.

Maru: Who are you meeting with?

- You know, what's the point of always asking me

when you don't understand

the first thing about my business?

- God. It's an innocent question, it's not a crime.

- Yeah, well, lately you've developed

this terrible habit of asking questions all the time.

And it's annoying.

[Phone vibrating]

Hey.

Hey! Hey, Roberto.

Maru: Okay, Mom, he's not the warmest guy.

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He's got that inbred arrogance that a lot of American men have,

but I'm chipping away at it, little by little.

I see his potential.

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- You're gonna wear that?

- I thought you liked this dress.

- Looks cheap. Wear something else.

- Did I do something to upset you?

- You mind if we fight in the car?

We're very late. - I don't want to fight at all.

- Yeah, me either. So the quicker you change,

the quicker we can go.

Hey, Wilfredo...

- Go up to it and open the back doors.

Grab the five orange bags.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna make sure nobody's watching you.

- And if they are? - I'll think of something. Go.

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Sierra: What time were they supposed to get here?

Alba: Any minute.

Sierra: If they get here before my friend comes back,

you're gonna have to turn them away.

Make up a story.

Death in the family or something.

- I'll come up with something but not that.

Sierra: Why?

- It'll just raise more questions.

I'll tell them I'm sick.

Sierra: Make it believable.

- I feel sick.

- You'd better go clean up.

[Water running]

Alba: Desperation is a trap.

Have faith. There is some way out of this

that simply hasn't occurred to you yet.

[Gasps]

[Electric buzzing]

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Getting emotional won't help.

So don't get emotional.

[Music playing on radio]

* You take this one emotion *

* Somewhere you make it hard *

- Everybody be cool.

You're gonna have a nice, short dinner

and you're gonna send them on their way. You understand?

Say yes.

- Yes, I understand.

Max: Ah.

I guess maybe we're not the only guests?

- If you try anything, you'll be the first casualty.

And you'll be the second.

Your guests might be third and fourth,

but you'll definitely be first and second.

- Do you understand? - Yes.

- That's the only way this works.

If something happens to somebody,

something happens to everybody.

Up to you to stay focused and play along.

[Car alarm beeps]

- Sorry we're a little late!

Alba: Welcome.

Alba, I can't believe how long it's been.

Ah, you look... you look terrific! Come here.

[Smooches]

Alba: Have you met? - Uh, yeah. We met once,

and you look terrific also. Batty: Hi.

- I'm Maru. Batty: We met.

Yes. Right.

- Come in.

And this is Fausto, the new butler.

- Hey, pal.

- Hey. Can I... get you folks a drink?

- I'll have a whisky.

Malone: Um, can I get anybody anything else?

- Can you make a martini?

Malone: Gin or vodka? - Uh, gin, please.

Malone: I'm obliged. - Are you sure about this?

- You think it should be vodka?

[Laughing]

- Well, butlers are all the rage.

- Well, he's been a lifesaver ever since Inocencia left.

-Yeah. He's first rate.

[Glasses clinking]

Max: To Archie. A great man who brought us all together.

- Yes. To Archie.

- And despite his many accomplishments

and a life well-lived,

I don't think he would've ever guessed that you two

would be working together to organize his archives.

- Sometimes you have to let bygones be bygones.

- Anyway, that's the theory.

- Hey. Can I get some more of that shrimp?

And I'll grab another whisky. Thanks, chief.

- And I'll have another martini.

- I think you've had enough, sweetheart.

Maru: I've had two. Max: Two is more than enough.

Maru: It's not a crime.

Max: Young people never know how to control their liquor.

Maru: I guess by the time they figure it out

they've turned old inside.

[Max laughs]

Max: I swear, it is a mystery

what goes on between those pretty little ears, huh?

Hey, where are you going?

- I don't know yet.

Just loaded with impulsive behavior.

[Max clears throat]

- The foundation is launching a new channel,

centered on Mexico.

Its homegrown heroes, its food, its landscape, etcetera.

And guess who's running it?

- Congratulations, Max.

- I want to talk to you about documenting his career.

Now before you say anything, just hear me out.

- Whose career? - Archie!

Maru: Fausto?

- Yeah?

Maru: Can you make my next drink a bit stronger?

- Tell you what. Gin is gone. Why not a shot of tequila?

Maru: Is it bad to mix at this point?

- Not if you're trying to get wasted.

Maru: So will you have one with me?

- Sure.

- Was that your girlfriend?

- Who? - Who you were whispering with.

She's beautiful.

- Nah. That was... a ghost.

I hope you don't mind me saying this,

but your husband is a touch condescending.

[Chuckles]

- I don't mind.

And he's not my husband.

- Even if I was still making documentaries, why would...?

Max: Well, you know me, Alba.

I'm a dog with a bone and all that.

But the story of his life needs to be told by an insider.

A more objective one, perhaps. Not his ex-wife.

His ex-wife who's living in her old house,

working side by side with the new wife

to organize his legacy.

Someone could make a documentary about this right here.

- It wouldn't be very interesting.

- What? Well don't say no just yet.

Just think on it.

I have to use the little boy's room.

[Max clears throat]

- Whoo! Fausto is intense.

- Who'd want to see a documentary about Archie?

- No one in their right mind.

- This is a money-laundering scheme.

Max thinks that because he met me

waitressing in a poker room wearing nothing but feathers,

that I can't grasp he runs a side business

laundering drug money.

It's almost endearing. Max: Maru, let's go.

- We haven't had dessert yet. - Well, next time.

- It's my favorite part of the meal.

- You're drunk. - Never too drunk for dessert.

Max: Let's go, Maru.

- No! Max: Hey.

Well, you wanna walk? You wanna walk?

I'm fine with that.

- I'm in great shape. - Better if you drive.

- It could be dangerous. - Yeah. Very dangerous.

- Dangerous how?

If someone tries to kidnap me,

I will tell them I was almost raped

by my math teacher once,

but my vaginal muscles clamped down on his dick,

making it impossible for him to withdraw

for almost two hours.

It's an ultra-rare condition called penis captivus.

- Look it up. - Right.

- She's a pathological liar. Maru: Well, that's true,

But the penis captivus thing is legit.

Max: And I'm sure it sounds fascinating inside your head

but out here it sounds like the nonsensical ramblings

of a spoiled drunk. Come on, let's go.

- Well, like you always say: "opinions are like hemorrhoids."

- I never said that. - "Every asshole eventually..."

- I never said that.

- Maybe it's one of your cartel lawyer friends who says it.

What's his name?

Wilfredo!

- Good night, Maru. - Good night, Hitler.

- I'm sorry about this. Uh, I really, really have to go.

Thank you.

- If he doesn't make on time to his business meetings,

they actually might decapitate him.

[Car alarm beeps]

[Car engine revving]

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[Torch flaming]

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[Thud]

Malone: We still clear?

- Crystal.

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Malone: Go, go, go!

[Engine revving]

- You wanna take a picture or what?

Clover: Everything go okay?

- Absolutely fine.

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Sierra: Why are we slowing down?

Clover: Checkpoint.

- Okay. Don't sweat it.

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[Indicator clicks]

- What are you doing? - Something's fucking wrong!

- We went over this!

[Gunfire]

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- You shouldn't be up.

- I have to pee.

Where are we?

- Somewhere safe, for now.

- Sierra? Malone: Asleep.

I'm taking the first shift.

- And the diamonds? - We have them.

- I'm sorry about the checkpoint.

I understand if you're upset.

Malone: I'm not upset. - You're not?

- Do me a favor, pull down your pants.

[Chuckles]

- You can't be serious. - I am.

I'm have no sense of humor.

- I'm not really feeling in the mood.

- I'm not gonna touch you. Don't think, just do.

- This is why I hate working with fucking amateurs.

- Motherfucker.

- What?

- Go pee and go back to bed. We'll talk in the morning.

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