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[Woman sings prayer song]

[Speaks in spanish]

[Translator]: welcome to this place.

[First woman continues speaking in spanish]

[Translator]: what’s your name?

[Man]: jack.

[Woman hums a tune]

Oh...

-Malo! -[Translator]: bad.

[Woman continues humming]

Carta de la traicion.

The card of the betrayal.

[Fortune teller speaks in spanish]

The card of death.

[Fortune teller hums]

La mano...

Raise your hand.

[Fortune teller speaks spanish]

Ooh...

[Speaks spanish]

There is bad things in your way.

[Speaks spanish]

Very evil in your way.

[Fortune teller sings prayer song]

[Water bottle sloshes as she douses him]

[Continues singing]

[Hums]

[Humming echoes]

[Splashing, man gasping for air]

[Man chokes and coughs on water] ||||||||||||

[splash of water] |||||||||||||

[gasping for breath]

You know, I’d like to say that this isn’t personal,

but it really kind of is.

You know as well as I do

there’s always someone trying to kill our boss.

[Slaps loudly]

[Man groans in pain]

[Pants]

Hazards of being an international businessman,

I guess.

But it is exclusively for this reason

that those of us in charge of his security

keep his scheduled whereabouts a secret.

Now, that makes sense, right?

[Pants in exhaustion]

Right! right.

So when we discovered that you had tipped off someone

that our boss was visiting his operations in havana,

naturally, we were disappointed

that you, a loyal member until now,

would betray the organization for money, or a prius...

[Yelling] or whatever!

Which you did, right?

Yeah.

Whew.

What a disgruntled employee. |

did we screw you out of a christmas bonus,

or something?

[Thug]: miami job. said he no got paid.

Oh, shit. did we not pay you for that?

Oh, well, no wonder.

A man has gotta feed his family.

Speaking of which,

I have always wanted to play your favorite game,

that game that you always played in interrogations...

No...

Let’s play for the lives of your family.

Your son, um...

Jeremy.

Jeremy. done. let’s play for Jeremy.

Okay, benny.

Who’re we talking about?

Who are we talking about?

The broker.

That fucking bitch.

But okay! jeremy lives! [Slaps arm in encouragement]

Well played.

Now, do you love your wife?

Because you know very well

she’s no good as a bargaining chip

if you’re banging her sister or something.

[Sobbing] I love her.

Good, well then, we’ll play for your wife.

When are we talking about?

Some time over the next three days.

He shoots, he scores! isn’t that what you always said?

Okay, the wife lives, too.

Now, is there anything else that we need to know?

[Gasping, sobbing breaths]

Can...

What’s that, benny?

Can my wife...

Hmm?

What’s that, benny?

Can my wife have the miami job money?

Please?

Please?

I’ll have to ask mr. libby.

Sure. why not? you’ve earned it.

Thank you.

[Whimpers in fear]

[Gunshot]

Attention all passengers.

Flight 017 to havana is delayed.

Scheduled departure is now 1:00 a.M. out of gate six.

[People groan]

Whoo! yes...

Mm...

[Sighs in satisfaction]

I guess I just made a lot of enemies, huh?

Excuse me?

Our delay to havana?

Probably not the best idea to whoop.

Oh, right, uh...

I’m happy about it, too.

I’m just not a big whooper.

Yeah, I sense that about you.

So what’s your problem with paradise?

Uh, nothing, really.

It’s just I’m going on a convention,

and I don’t think I’ll get enough time to enjoy it.

I say skip it.

What, the conference?

Yeah. what’s it for?

Insurance.

[Laughs]

Definitely skip it.

And you know what the first thing you should do?

You should go to the bar and get a drink,

and then go find the square.

You’ve gotta go find the fortune teller.

They’re gonna tell you that you’re gonna meet

a mysterious woman.

Uh, I just did.

Yeah, no, I’m not... i’m not a mysterious woman.

It sounds tempting, but...

Mm, but you’re stuck.

-Yeah. -yeah.

I’m practically being human trafficked.

Not really, I mean.

I agreed to be, so...

That didn’t come out right.

Hey, no, it’s none of my business.

No, it’s definitely not.

That’s why telling you might be so much fun.

For you, maybe.

You never know.

What if I whisper it to you?

Then it’ll be like you never heard a thing.

Impressive, huh?

I’ll say.

[Scoffs] the thing is, how was I supposed to know

I’d end up the mistress of someone like that?

Not ideal.

I’ll say.

You’d think his ambiguous wealth

would’ve been a tip-off.

Does he have a mustache?

No.

There you go. hard to tell, then.

You have a moustache.

Oh, I have to figure out a way to get out of this.

Hey, you wanna kill a gangster for me?

Uh... sure.

You’re right.

I shouldn’t have told you all that.

I should just shut the hell up. I’m sorry.

It was nice talking to you.

How about on this trip,

we both try to have some fun?

[Scribbles something down with a pen]

After all...

We’re gonna be in paradise, right?

[Clapping]

[??? ]

Sir?

Excuse me, sir?

Hi. we’re here.

[Cuban music]

[Customs agent]: look into the camera, please.

[Stamps]

Proximo!

Pardon.

[??? ]

[Drumbeats and percussion]

[Singing]

[Laughing]

[Fortune teller hums]

[Continues humming]

[Yells and grunts rhythmically]

Malo!

Very bad.

[Speaks in spanish]

We got it.

[Whistle blows]

[Jazzy cuban music]

[Speaks spanish]

Mi amor...

[Speaks spanish]

Ciao, padre.

Eh! dame un beso, eh? eh?

[Cuban music]

You a baseball fan?

Um, I... i like all sports.

Me too.

They say, uh, castro tried out for the yankees.

[Laughs]

Well, hell of a curve ball,

but I’m afraid that’s an urban myth.

Never happened.

[Reciting] maggie is pretty to look at.

Maggie’s a loving lass.

But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle.

The truest of loves must pass.

A million surplus maggies

are willing to bear the yoke.

A woman is only a woman...

But a good cigar is a smoke.

Enjoy.

Jack petty.

Harry.

[Speaks spanish to bartender]

Otra copa, por favor.

Y uno para mi amigo, jackolo!

Club havana rum here is fucking delicious.

And that, my friend...

Smells like a robusto.

[Lighter snaps]

Man knows his kipling and his smokes.

Bad habit for a while.

Nothing bad about it.

Life is meant to be enjoyed.

When death comes my way,

I want coke in my nose, pussy on my dick,

and a cohiba in my mouth.

Salud!

What do you do?

Travel writer.

-Yeah? -yeah.

Here for esquire, you know,

doing a piece on the scene.

Can I do you a favor, jack?

Sure.

You walk around town with a map,

you’ll be dealing with scammers and bullshit all day,

maybe worse.

You don’t need a map.

I know this city.

Let’s go see havana.

Eh?

[Cuban music]

[Harry]: so you know,

meyer lansky built this place.

Yeah, he was going to take over the whole caribbean,

and he barely finished the hotel and casino

before they shat on him.

What happened?

Our friend fidel happened.

Yeah, lansky fucked off quick

while they were looting the casino

and "liberating" the hotel.

C’est la vie, yeah?

So that woman at the bar... She called you padre?

Yeah, well, you know,

my first time in havana five years ago, on a job,

and hooked up with these two cuban chicks,

you know, young... twenties...

Both beautiful.

You know, and we hung around three or four days,

and I took care of them, buying them shit,

and they started calling me "papa."

Well, fucking hemingway was called papa,

and I didn’t want to seem like some sort of old pervert,

so I said, "make it padre."

You know, "father."

So when I’m down here,

that’s what some of them call me.

[Cell phone vibrates]

Sorry, I gotta take this.

[Beeps as call is accepted]

Yeah, hello?

[Speaks in french] oui, oui. Ca marche.

You like bikes?

[Car honks horn]

[Harry]: well, here we are.

It’s, uh, probably best

if you keep your mouth shut, eh?

Let’s park over here.

Arl! hermano!

Fucking hell.

Aw, c’mon, gimme some love, big man! yeah!

Fucking pepe!

You french bastard! you’re still alive!

That’s impressive!

Harry fucking smith.

Pinch me. I must be dreaming, huh?

This is my bon ami, jack.

Bonjour, jacques. le plaisir est pour moi.

But sadly, you must stay there, so...

No, no, no,

I’ve got a bill to pay, remember?

Oui, I remember.

The cashier in the back, Jacques.

Allons, harry fucking smith.

Allons, fucking pepe!

This is, uh, my bon ami.

Yes, she certainly is, isn’t she?

Hello! nice to meet you, darling.

[Slamming door, footsteps]

Let’s go, jackolo.

[Cuban jazz]

[Kids laughing and yelling]

[Harry]: he shoots! he scores!

[Laughs]

Go, go, go go!

Aah!

No mas!

[Harry chats indistinctly]

[Speaks spanish]

[Jack]: 300 times.

[Laughs]

Yeah, I’m just gonna have to go and have a fucking leak.

Right.

Bueno.

Gracias.

Man, I gotta... i’m feeling pretty buzzed.

[Laughs]

No, man, that’s just the warm up.

What are you talking about?

For the night that is to come.

You know, in a few hours time,

you’re gonna have some of the hottest girls in cuba

trying to start a fire in your crotch with their ass.

Salsa, mi amigo, eh?

Harry, come on. I’m not much of a dancer.

Can you stand still and smile?

Yeah, I can do that.

Then you’ll be fine.

Just keep ’em in front of you, you know,

they’ll do the rest.

You got a tie?

Uh, no, I didn’t bring one.

You can borrow one of mine.

Estas bien?

Muy bien. muy bien.

Well, fucking muy bien. look at that, eh?

Here you go.

Something to remind you of me, eh?

Gracias.

Vamanos.

[Loud thud]

[Man yells in spanish]

You fucking blind, man?

[Yells in spanish]

Have you got a problem? have you? huh? huh?

[Yells angrily in spanish]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. hey, hey, hey.

Jack, easy. c’mon, let’s go.

Get your bike.

Let’s go. it’s fine.

[Makes mocking kissing noises]

Come on, then.

Hey, hey, it’s fine. come on.

[Man yells in spanish]

[??? ]

[Knock on the door, immediately opens]

[Jack]: harry?

Back here!

Hey.

Got my grey shirt on,

but I got my blue one back in the room

if that goes better with your, uh...

Tie.

Hey, hermano.

You’re looking good.

[Sniffs]

You want some?

No, I’m good.

[Sniffs]

Here.

Here you go.

Uh...

Look, I’m gonna be rather busy tomorrow,

and I’m going soon,

so I may not see you.

Got you a souvenir.

Something to put your rum in back in canada.

We’ll get a bottle on the way out,

use it tonight.

Booze is fucking expensive in the clubs for us turistas.

"Let’s get ready to rumba!"

[Harry]: so this guy, right, steaming drunk,

he’s so drunk,

he’s thrown up down the front of his jacket, right?

He goes, "no, no,

my wife’s gonna fuckin’ divorce me for sure this time."

And his pal says, "no, no,

"you go home with 20 quid in your hand, right?

"You tell her someone threw up on you,

and that’s to pay for the dry cleaning, right?"

So the guy goes home.

His wife goes fucking mental with him.

He says, "no, no, no." He gives her the fucking story.

And she says, "yeah, but...

Why have you got two 20-pound notes in your hand?"

He says, "oh, the other one

is from the guy who shat in my pants."

[Laughs]

Eh?

Oh, man, that’s beautiful.

[Laughs drunkenly]

Hey, um, what’s the word for "bathroom"?

Bano.

Signor... bano?

Bano? no, no, no.

Oi, hermano. un altro. Gracias.

Grande.

[Urinating]

[Yells in spanish]

[Both men yell angrily in spanish]

I don’t speak span...

[Yelling angrily in spanish]

I don’t understand what you’re saying!

[Yelling over each other]

[Younger man continues yelling]

[Other man yells and yelps in fear]

[Stammers in spanish]

Shh.

Copia de seguridad, cabron.

[Speaks in spanish]

[Gives instructions in spanish]

Unos..

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Quiero que contar hasta quinientos.

[Man stammers in spanish]

Shh.

Si alguno de ustedes dan la vuelta

antes de llegar a quinientos...

If you fuckers do not count to 500...

Shh...

I will fucking give you a punulada.

I’ll kill you.

[Man sobs]

Claro?

[Sobs]

Uno...

Dos...

Tres...

[Both men continue counting in spanish]

Harry, jesus christ!

What the hell was going on?

What did he think I was doing?

You were pissing on his mom’s doorstep.

Did you cut that guy?

-So? -so?

So fucking relax, man.

Come on.

Life’s meant to be enjoyed, eh?

And next time, try pissing inside, eh?

Harry?

How many travel writers carry weapons?

I’ve pissed in some bad places, jack.

[Still counting in spanish]

[Harry]: so, uh, so this place is nice, right,

but the girls aren’t.

So just... oh, man!

Just smile, all right,

and when it comes time to seal the deal,

leave it to me, and I’ll get us all squared up, all right?

Jack! fuckin’ smile, man!

There you go. c’mon.

[Cuban club music]

[Snorts coke]

[Big ben chimes]

[Woman]: success in any venture depends

on one’s ability to adhere to the rules of commerce.

You can supply arms to terrorists,

traffic in drugs, sell teenage girls...

Kidnap, murder, blackmail, it hardly matters.

[Rings doorbell]

Like any other business,

strict adherence to the rules

ensures your ability to protect your interests

and ensure profitability.

And the rule most crucial to the survival of your business

is, "always pay your bills."

Very educational, ma’am.

Definitely buying the book on tape.

Now do you mind telling me your views

on coming to the fucking point?

[Laughs with a little snort]

That’s the thing I most enjoyed about you, harry...

Your incandescent charm.

Well, you should see my dick.

Fucking thing’s a belter.

Oh, don’t threaten me, harry. I may take you up on it.

After all,

you’re only here

because you have a lot of making up to do.

Isn’t that right?

[Birds chirp in the background]

Hey, you called, I came.

And I’m not in the bow-and-scrape business.

You think I owe you?

I think I did my job.

You wanted a minister removed.

A minister was removed.

And his wife?

The sister of the deputy prime minister?

What can I say?

I’d have preferred her to remain...

Present.

Her removal has cost me greatly.

All right, then, so I was...

A wee bit sloppy.

More than a wee bit, I think.

Then... i am sorry, for fuck’s sakes.

See, harry?

Not so difficult.

In fact, it’s the formal declaration

that a mistake has been made

that paves our way forward.

So, good for you.

Who’s the lucky winner?

When you arrive in cuba,

you’ll be contacted by our facilitator named palmer.

Suffice it to say,

your objective is someone

with whom I’ve done a great deal of business over many years,

but who, for some unfortunate reason,

now mistakenly believes

that the rules of commerce no longer apply to him.

He has decided

to take advantage of our relationship.

Of course, worst of all...

He didn’t pay his bills. got it.

Voila.

Now, harry,

do try and get back into my good graces

by resisting your propensity to completely fuck this up.

[Pulsing cuban club music]

What’s your name, darling?

Day.

Day?

What, as in...

Like, isn’t it a beautiful day?

It certainly fucking is, that.

And what’s the name of your pal

dancing with my buddy over there?

That’s night.

What, night? as in...

Like, my friend and I are going to...

Oh, baby!

Shall we?

Oi, jacko!

C’mon, we’re off.

Nice to meet you, darling.

Come on, man, let’s go.

[Smoother, quieter jazz]

[Sighs] catarina...

Legs...

The way she was standing, you know,

it just stopped me in my tracks.

Rather like you’re doing, baby.

And all I can think of is,

"I fucking promised her I’d see her.

I think I love her."

Sorry.

[Night]: so what happened next?

So I’m looking around, right,

and I see this bottle by the side of the road.

[Laughs]

I take off my shirt,

put the necklace in the bottle,

put the note in the bottle, rip my shirt,

shove it into the bottle to cap it.

The river is fucking rolling round like it’s pissed,

but I don’t care.

And I jump in.

[Day]: yes!

Bottle over my head, you know, protecting the goods,

and I’m swimming with one arm.

And the current’s fucking knocking me around

like I’m a fucking pinball,

but I’m young, and I’m determined.

[Snorts coke]

And I’m losing.

But I’m fighting it.

And finally, I summon up all the energy left,

and I yell,

"someone fucking get this!"

Come on!

And I throw the bottle at the people

as hard as I can, and...

And I go under,

and I hit my head on a rock,

and I float down the stream.

And what happened?

I woke up in hospital

with a cute nurse stitching me up.

Did she ever get the necklace?

I don’t know.

But I screwed the nurse that night.

[Laughing]

Come on.

Let’s go have some fun.

We have to write our own stories.

[Door shuts]

You’re handsome.

Nice smile.

Do you have someone?

Not anymore.

Maybe I’ll come see you in Canada.

Is it cold there?

Yeah. it’s cold.

But you’ll keep me warm, right?

Tell me what you want...

Anything.

[Harry breathes deeply]

[Pants for air]

[Gasping]

[Labored breathing]

Harry, I’m, uh... i’m heading out.

I don’t... what the...

What the hell are you doing?

[Laughs]

Oh, shit...

Dammit... fuck!

Oh, no. don’t do this to me! Harry?

Harry!

Harry?

Harry...

Oh, no...

Shit.

[Phone rings]

Yeah?

[Dial tone]

[Knocking at door]

Housekeeping.

Uh... no, uh...

No necesario.

Manana, por favor.

Gracias.

[Housekeeping cart rolls away]

I’ve been calling the room.

Excuse me?

They forget your wake-up call?

Uh... yeah.

Well, punctuality is the least of all virtues, mr. smith.

However, an hour is pushing it.

Sorry.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Thought you’d be taller. [Laughing]

It’s a nice day out there.

The sun is shining...

Do you mind if I use your toilet?

I... no, no, no. no.

I’m sorry, uh...

My stomach... the water...

I don’t know.

It’s rough. you don’t want to go in there.

[Deliberately loud] oh, I’m sorry to hear that.

Well, thankfully, I have excellent bladder control.

Uh...

Why don’t we take this outside, huh, partner?

Good idea.

I don’t know if you’ve tried the cafe bombon here, but...

It’s excellent.

[Elevator dings]

[Stomach gurgles noisily]

[Peacock screeches]

Buenos dias.

Cafe bombon. cafe bombon?

Dos cafe bombon.

Gracias, amigo.Okay.

[Pills rattle]

They’re good, trust me.

So tonight...

[Stomach gurgles]

[Strange visitor]: the wire transfer

was to your satisfaction?

Correct?

Correct.

Good.

You seem a little out of it.

Are you okay?

-Yes. -sober up.

This is, of course, of the utmost importance.

Gracias, amigo.

[Stomach gurgles]

Oh...

[Speaks in spanish]

Sorry to be such a hardass. It’s just that...

Well, I am aware of your previous...

Idiosyncrasies.

It’s okay. we’re prepared for that.

In fact, that’s why you were chosen.

That comes as a surprise?

Of course not.

You, of course, are harry Smith.

Now...

[Clears throat]

It’s fucking ulcers.

As per your request.

May I?

You don’t have to be cute with me.

The rest of the money will be wired to you

once the body is found.

Do you understand your instructions?

Yes.

[Pills rattle as he picks them up]

Good.

Then you will kindly settle up this bill.

Shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Hola!

Signor!

La cuenta.

Your bill.

Oh... okay.

Thanks.

You’re welcome.

Ah, signor...

Habla ingles?

Uh... yeah.

Awesome.

Can you please take a picture of us?

We wanna... we wanna save this moment.

Come on, please, man.

Um...

Yeah? oh great! great!

Thank you.

Oh, glasses!

Glasses.

Take the picture.

Sorry.

[Camera clicks]

You must be canadian. you said "sorry."

Yeah.

Yeah?

No shit!

I just married this man.

I’m his missus now.

That’s great.

I’m gordie. this is grace.

Jack.

Nice to meet you, jack.

Hey, why don’t you join us for a drink?

Yeah!

Oh, no, no, no.

Can’t say no.

It’s bad luck to turn down a toast to a bride.

That’s right.

You do not want bad luck, Jack.

Come on, sit down. have a drink with us.

You’re in cuba.

There you go.

Oh, what am I doing? can’t sit for a toast!

[Laughs]

To the woman who picked me up when I was down...

Oh...

And breathed happiness and life back into me.

We may stumble...

[Grace]: we may.

I want to grow old with this man,

share our history together.

[Echoing, indistinct] Paraphrased from our vows.

Very honest.

[Gordie]: very original.

[Inaudible talking]

Guys, I, uh...

I gotta go.

Oh, sorry, man, I know it’s a lot.

[Jack]: so after everything that happened,

I didn’t know where to turn, so I, uh...

I came to the embassy

because I knew that I’d be safe.

You made the right choice.

Hmm.

Normally,

when a citizen shows up at the embassy

with a gun in a cigar box

and tells us he found a dead guy in a hotel bathtub

and then insists that a complete stranger

has asked him to kill somebody,

this guy,

he’s usually a paranoid tourist

who’s just seen too many movies...

Or a criminal trying to avoid the local authorities.

I know this sounds completely crazy.

[Chuckles] you have... no idea.

[Laughs]

To tell you the truth,

if we didn’t already believe you,

you’d be in our underground holding cell

instead of here in my office talking to me.

So you do believe me?

The man in your photograph, his name is frances libby.

One of the largest supplier of arms

to drug cartels in the Caribbean,

and some say all of north America.

Personally, I think that’s an overstatement,

but...

The idea of an insurance executive from vancouver

being contracted to kill an international crime boss

is...

[Laughing] as I said...

It’s completely crazy.

It’s completely crazy!

Thank you.

[Laughing]

I mean, this whole thing’s been...

Overwhelming.

Yes!

Yeah, I’ll bet.

[Both men laugh]

[Laughing] I bet.

[Jack laughs hysterically]

[Trails off slowly, still chuckling]

Oh...

How about this?

We take you back to your hotel...

You make a statement to the havana police,

and we get you on a plane out of cuba this afternoon.

How does that sound?

Sounds great.

After you.

Let us get to it.

I have a question about insurance...

[Voice growing distant] I feel awkward saying...

[Door slams]

You know, it’s lucky you made it to the embassy first.

It’s hell of a lot harder

to get you out of a cuban prison.

Frankly, I don’t know

how in the world I would have been able

to convince a group of scary people

I had nothing to do with this.

Neither do I.

The thing is...

We’d like you to give it the old college try.

[Taser zaps and crackles]

[Engine starts up]

[Car peels away]

[Jack pants, gasps]

Where am I?

We like to call this an undisclosed location.

I don’t understand.

First, a few questions.

How long have you been working with harry smith?

What?

I haven’t! I don’t... i don’t even...

I just just barely met the man!

Ah. uh-huh.

What was your plan for killing frances libby?

I’m not!

But what you are doing is fucking illegal.

Oh, that’s true.

As a canadian official,

I cannot violate the rights and freedoms

of a canadian citizen.

However, I’m not really here

in any kind of an official capacity

and neither are you.

I’m here representing the personal interests

of an important benefactor,

and you’re here... excuse me...

To tell me what it is that you know.

I don’t know anything.

Yeah, well, that’s the thing.

There’s really only one way to determine that,

and hence you being strapped to this cot.

For my money,

torture is a flawed method of extracting information,

but it’s the only one we’ve got.

Now, perhaps it’s a failure of imagination,

certainly of technology,

because a lie detector can tell us

that you’re telling a lie,

but it can’t compel you to tell the truth.

You see what I mean?

Anyway, we’re gonna torture you, jack,

and then we’ll see what’s what.

No... no...

Wait... please.

Wait! please!

No... please!

[Jack screams]

Tell me how you fit in!

[Water splashes]

How do you fit into this equation?

That’s all we want to know.

Jack, tell us the truth.

How do you fit in to this equation?

Tell me the answer!

How are you connected to Harry?

Jack, you can’t breathe.

[Splashing water]

[Jack glugs and gurgles]

Well, that didn’t work.

Wrap him up, boys.

We’ve been working on him for the last 16 hours.

He’s ready to say anything. He’s not a good swimmer.

I think...

We’ve got all the information we’re gonna get out of him.

So aside from the usual entities who want you dead,

I think we’ve got this situation well contained...

From a loose ends perspective, etc.

Of course.

The boys are taking care of it as we speak.

[Knock at the door]

[Tinny cuban music]

[Door crashes in loudly]

Oof!

[Cuban music]

[Elevator dings]

[Crunching]

[??? ]

♪ Does anybody know ♪

♪ Where the pain goes ♪

♪ Oh, the pain ♪

♪ All my enemies are digging in ♪

♪ And I’ve lost sight ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ But I’m keepin’ it cool ♪

♪ I’m wasting ♪

♪ All my days ♪

[??? ]

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ You little and wild ♪

♪ You’re my flame ♪

♪ And I’m your charity ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ I need a Christ to change ♪

♪ Won’t you break your body down ♪

Arl!

I need to see pepe.

Please.

Go ahead.

Who are you?

Harry smith’s friend, from yesterday...

Harry smith, fucking rat pack junkie asshole.

Who are you?

Not the philosophical question, "who are you,"

but "who the fuck are you,

"and what the fuck are you doing here

in my fucking house?"

What’s your story, jack?

You want something from me, or you have something for me?

Parce que tout le monde veut quelque chose,

but yet, nobody wants to pay, hmm?

Jack...

You have made a fundamental error

in coming here today.

But I think you know that, yes?

I need information about someone.

Mais bien sur. whatever you fucking want.

Juste... toot toot.

Juste sonnez la cloche.

[Snorts]

What the fuck are you doing here?

You put your dick in a beehive.

[Loud snip]

Mm?

Donnez-le-moi.

Le main.

But you have nice hands.

They’re lovely.

Do you like them?

It’s a nice move, huh?

But no more fucking questions.

See, you stirred up so much shit from the bottom,

that it’s getting hard to see.

But here’s a bit of advice,

a recommandation for your next life...

Borrow trouble if you have to,

but don’t try to lend it to your friends.

I’m so sorry it has come to this.

[Sighs]

Okay...

Today’s your lucky day.

[Sighs]

[Laughs]

Hey...

What’s so funny?

[Elevator dings, opens]

Come on.

Come on, goddamn it!

You know why I’m here, right?

Look, I am not the...

Shh!

But I’m not, I’m not... [Stutters]

Don’t... don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t..

Don’t.

In my experience, this goes much easier

if you just don’t speak.

You see, I know who...

And what you are.

But...

No, no, no.

I’ve seen you.

That man at the bar?

That other man at the pool?

You’ve been playing both sides, haven’t you?

-No. -yes, you have.

-No! -yes, you have.

You see, I’ve been watching you the whole time.

You’ve been a very, very bad man.

No...

But that’s okay...

[Voice shaky] because I...

Have been a very bad man, too.

Look, I didn’t...

No, no, no, see.

It’s okay. it’s okay.

Um...

So, um...

What I was thinking was, you know,

in terms of this, this thing between us, you know,

this connection, this spark, right?

And, uh... i saw you looking at me

when I was looking at you, and, uh...

It’s okay.

It’s okay!

I mean, I am right, right?

About you? I mean...

The way you dress?

Right?

Anyway, what I was thinking was that, you know,

you could come back up to my room,

and I can be...

A good boy...

And, uh...

You can be a bad boy.

What’s your room number?

611.

Listen to me.

Uh-huh.

You’re gonna go to your room and you’re gonna wait for me.

Yeah. okay, yeah.

[Elevator dings and opens]

Bad boy...

Go.

You’re gonna need this.

[Whispering] what the fuck...

[Knocking on door]

Well, look who’s here.

So how’s paradise been treating you...?

Jack.

Jack.

Actually...

It’s been rough.

You okay?

Yeah, no. I’m good.

Good, because I’m the one who should be self-conscious.

I don’t drop my info off

on every handsome stranger I meet at an airport bar.

You think I’m handsome?

Now, there’s the man I don’t know or love.

So what’re we drinking?

Actually, uh, I can only stay a few minutes.

Come on.

I usually like it to last longer than that.

It’s just that, well, um...

You seem like you have other plans.

Well, you’re wrong.

I don’t have other plans.

I have plans.

How do you feel about being the "other" part?

Drink?

Sure.

[Glasses clink]

About all that stuff I said the other night?

I was drunk

and in one of my weird, "confess everything" moods.

But everything’s fine.

Really?

Because I’m gonna go ahead and not believe a word of that.

Okay, mostly fine.

See, I’m not gonna believe that either.

And there’s something I’m gonna have to tell you.

It’s serious.

Really?

Is it a fun-killer? it sounds like a fun-killer.

Could be.

All right.

All right, then, before you ruin the mood,

I’m gonna go slip out of this dress,

and then we’ll see how you feel about being so serious.

Was that too slutty?

Actually, that was just the right amount of slutty.

[Loud knocking on door]

Hola.

No, no, jack! jack!

[Jack grunts]

[Thud as he hits the ground]

[Reading] jack... petty.

Frances libby.

I’d like to say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but it’s not.

Now you say something.

I’m all set here, thanks.

You’re all set?

Oh, you’re cool?

Because from where I’m standing, you’re totally fucked.

Here you are,

neck-deep in shit,

and you shrug it off

like you got a fucking set of titanium balls.

And this is after we’ve tortured him once already.

What is this, some "loser’s last stand?"

You’re about to get shot in the face,

chopped into little pieces,

because your majesty,

the queen of fucking everything,

will put a contract on me

for a debt she thinks I owe,

which I don’t.

Try telling her, try fucking telling her that.

I tried.

Anyway, you are either the unluckiest fuck

in the history of the planet,

or...

You set this whole plan up right from the beginning

just so you could meet me face-to-face.

Which one is it?

I sell insurance.

That’s what I thought.

Oh.

Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about you.

When I’m finished dealing with him...

I’ve got something special for you.

Okay, well, I think that’s it.

Mm.

Gentlemen?

[Gun cocks]

No! wait.

Please...

Let her go...

And we’re square.

What’s that, an offer?

It is.

Thanks...

But I decline.

Here’s my counter offer.

You’re just dead.

I tried.

Close, but no cigarro.

[Loud gunfire]

You’ll never get out of this fucking city alive.

You were right.

I needed to see you face-to-face

to deliver a message in person.

The broker sends her regards.

[Ticking clock]

Get me jack petty.

That fucking bitch.

If I were you, I’d feel the same way.

[Gunshot]

[Panting in pain]

[Gunshot]

[Groans in agony]

[Breath gurgles, chokes]

[Whimpers]

You wanted out?

Now you’re out.

You listen to every word I say, you’re gonna be all right.

You understand?

Good.

I’m gonna leave. then you leave.

You head straight for the airport.

You buy a ticket

for the first international destination.

You stay for a day, and you head home from there.

You understand?

Good.

You forget about libby.

You forget about cuba.

You forget about me.

Got it?

How did you do this?

I’ll tell you what...

I’ll whisper it in your ear.

It’ll be like you never heard a thing.

[Cuban jazz]

[Airline jet roars]

[Cuban music fades out]

[??? ]

[Counting up to 500 in spanish]

[Reaching 500]

[Yelling urgently, panting as they run]