2 Guns Page #2

What I'm not gonna do

is torture it

just to prove I can't hit anything

further away than my own pecker.

Your cuate's a real junkyard dog.

Mmm.

Hey, cowboy.

You, the pretty one.

You ever hear the expression, "You

got a face only a mother can love"?

That don't apply to you. You are uglier

than the devil's a**hole itself.

Stig!

What are you doin'?

They're torturing

chickens, man.

What are you eatin'?

A chicken.

Come here. It's not

the same thing, okay?

See that bag over

there by the table?

Buffet table next

to the potato salad.

Yeah, the bowling bag.

What about it?

Little Tom's head

is in that bag.

Bullshit.

Yeah.

You know what?

That's f***ed up, man.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's go.

Okay? Come on, let's go.

Say it in English, you goat f***.

Suck my chicken.

That's funny

comin' from you, fat boy.

You ain't seen your pecker

since you were a baby.

Just 'cause you put your

finger in your belly button

and brown sh*t comes out don't

mean it's your a**hole.

What did you say? Don't

worry about it, man.

Now dig 'em up and make

some damn barbecue.

Bye, chica.

Did you

just wink at him?

I did wink at him,

'cause he's my b*tch now.

Uh-Oh!

That's good shootin'.

Gracias.

You know, Little Toro never

did nothin' to nobody, man.

We should rip off Papi's stash at

the Tres Cruces Savings and Loan.

You know, Papi's guy

delivers a briefcase

full of money to Tres

Cruces every two weeks.

That's gotta add up to, what,

like three million at least.

If Papi knew we were even talkin'

about rippin' off Tres Cruces,

it would be our heads in that bag

next to the potato salad.

No way. Our two heads would

never fit in a bag that small.

Come on, man,

let's hit the bank.

Little Toro was your friend.

He was my friend.

- So?

- What do you mean "so"?

What if it was me? What if it was my

head Papi ran through the saw mill?

You wouldn't come after him?

Nope.

You wouldn't kill him?

Nope.

Sh*t, man, he did that to you, I'd kill him.

You know why I'd kill him?

Because you're my people

and there's a code.

There is no code,

first of all.

You do whatever you gotta

do, whatever it takes.

And second?

Right, we're not people

'cause you don't have people.

That's correct.

Purpose for your

visit to Mexico?

Quail hunting.

My aunt in Tuba City had a heart

attack so we cut our trip short.

Tuba City?

It's near Odessa.

Nice place?

Hellhole,

but she's my favorite aunt.

- Don't move. Let me see your hands.

- Oh, sh*t.

Tell us about your trip.

Lawyer.

What's the big deal?

Lawyer.

You were down in Sonora,

weren't you?

You don't think Agent Jessup and the

DEA know about you and Papi Greco?

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