The Matador

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It's 73 degrees on this beautiful morning,

it's 6:
59 in the A.M.

Well enjoy Mr.Sunshine while you can friends

because news is predicting storms tomorrow.

So it's time to wake up and enjoy the day.

Wake up... Wake up now, Julian!

Julian...

Julian!

JULIAN!

Mister... is that your car?

What?

The cool Porsche.

You keep staring at it.

- Why don't you shoo?

- I don't wanna shoo.

Didn't your mother tell you never

to talk to strangers?

She's over there, and she said

that I should talk to you.

- She did?

- Yes.

She wants to know what you do here.

I think she thinks you're cute.

I don't know anything about that car.

And I'm only interested in your mother

if she lost 20 pounds and 30 years-

- so I'd really like it if you get the

f*** off here, thank you very much.

- Whatever.

- Yeah, whatever, goodbye, scoodoodle!

- See you, would'nt wanna be you.

- Smell you, should'nt have to tell you.

Hi.

- You're up eary.

- The thunder woke me up.

And I wanted to see you before you left.

- I'm gonna miss that.

- Me too, I'll gonna miss everyting.

- It's only two nights.

- With this weather and

our luck, it scares me.

Honey... you know I got to go.

But I'm coming home in two days.

With really good news...

I promise.

Are you sure you have time?

Maybe not for dinner and movie, but...

Still horny?

Danny! Danny!

- I'm so sorry, Phil.

- It's fine, is Bean alright?

Yeah, the fire-department is over there.

She's fine, really...

She practically forced me to get over here.

She knows what this job means, right?

Well, she knows somebody has to pay

for a new kitchen.

- Then we better make this flight, right?

- Yeah, we will.

- We'll have to.

- Hope the weather is better in Mexico.

Mr Noble, how are you today?

Couldn't be better...

but more importantly...

...how are you, Genevive?

Good day.

A Marguerita, please.

I was wondering, I'm looking for a

particulary bloody bullfight.

Any chance one's happening this Sunday?

A matador from Madrid

fights on Sunday.

Are you in town for business or pleasure?

My business is my pleasure.

How you doing?

- I'm a nervous wreck.

- Think positive.

I think that I'm sweating through my suit.

Hallo, Julian!

- Getting some culture?

- Indeed...

Isn't she a tad young?

Even for you...

I'd make an exception for her.

Did you study the assignment?

No, I shredded it, then I humped the bellboy

on the room-service cart.

Am I supposed to be chocked?

I hate these catholic countries.

All blushy, blushy... no sucky, fucky.

Well somehow,

I think you may find your way.

Now look, there's been a change of planes.

The portfolio have to be delivered sooner

than we discussed.

What are you sayin'?

- She's leaving for Europe tomorrow.

- I'm not a f***in' magician, you know.

Just get it done today.

I almost forgot..!

- Yeah?

- Happy birthday!

Happy birthday?

...f***.

We shouldn't even need to think about it.

That's good!

- Yes!

- Two Margueritas, please.

- I think we did it. - Yeah, I don't know

what you're freaking out about man.

You were remarkable back there.

- No, you were.

- No, you, it was you.

- It's no way they can't give us this job.

- You think that?

I know...

- Hallo? - Andy?

- Yes?

- Andy, you crazy bastard, it's me.

- Who?

- Julian!

- Who?

Julian Noble, from Portugal,

remember?

- Who?

- Julian Noble?

I'd just thought I've give you a chat,

see how you're doing.

It's my birthday.

Andy? Hallo?

Hallo, is Cindy there?

F*** it...!

Now this smells like a party.

- Marguerita, please.

- Yes, sir.

Well, you look like you could use one.

Who couldn't?

Margueritas always

taste better in Mexico.

- They certainly do!

- Margueritas and cock.

Thanks...

- Give one for my friend, over there.

- No no, that's...

-Don't worry,

I'm not trying to make a pass at you.

- I'm not worried, but thank you.

- If you're that type of guy...

- No, I mean thank you...

- I don't mean to be rude, but...

- It's alright, I'm just messing with you.

I'm sorry about the cock-comment.

- It kind of conversation-stopped.

- Kind of.

So... what are you doing in Mexico?

Tell me something...

Danny. Danny Wright.

Garrison and Wright.

- Tell me something... Danny Wright.

- Yes, sir!

Why the hell do you care why I'm in Mexico?

- Why so interested?

- No reason...

just a hotelbar-conversation

I guess.

- You're with the firm?

- What's that?

- The agency.

- What?

- Did you following me?

- No, no, I...

- I've make you.

- I've no idea what you're talking about...

I've f***in' make you.

Okey... I'm gonna excuse myself...

No, no... please!

- Please...

- I'm very tired...

- I didn't mean a word...

- It's okey...

I just get paranoid sometimes,

I was wrong, please!

I'm drunk... and tired.

I've been fornicating for the last 2 hours-

- and before that I've been doing sh*t.

Horrible business-sh*t...

I was out of order... lets finish

our drinks, come on.

Here you go...

here's your drink.

And you seem like a nice guy...

You know, a normal guy.

I'm sorry...

Really, it's alright.

So... you're in town on business?

You have that way about you, Danny.

Why so interested?

- That was good.

- Yeah?

- I'm here on business.

- Is it going well?

Very well, I hope.

My partner and I,

he's upstairs... we just had a...

- ...very good pitch-session.

- No sh*t!

- Very good!

- That's fantastic.

- That's great, Danny!

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