Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia Page #2

A loser.

Nobody loses all the time.

I don't like the money.

How much is it worth to you?

We can go five thousand.

-Ten thousand.

-I go all the way or I pass.

-l... gather by that you mean dead?

That's right.

That's what I got in mind.

Well. my friend, one must

do what one must do.

All we require from you...

is physical proof that Garcia is dead.

What kind of physical proof?

We're well aware of the problem and

we're prepared to settle for his head.

Yeah, but the, uh...

head must match the picture.

It's a deal.

But I want five thousand dollars in advance.

I'll need some operating cash, right?

You don't have to kill

him with kindness.

Give him two hundred dollars.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

You've got four days.

And Benny... after that

we come to find you.

Ow! Goddammit!

Change the sheets, darling.

I got another job. You hear me?

Get up!

Come on, honey.

It's your room.

-Don't!

-Up and at 'em, Goddammit!

-Oh, don't.

-Hey, Elita!

Don't. Cut it out.

Hey, I saw those guys that were

looking for Alfredo... yesterday.

Did you tell them he was dead?

No.

Why not?

In this house we know nothing.

I wanna see his grave.

Tell me...

did he give you a good head?

You... dirty man.

You dirty, lousy, son-of-a-gun.

Oh, don't hurt me.

Now... pack a lunch.

No, you pack. You pack, you hear,

'cause we're going on a picnic.

Oh, no.

I'm gonna find a golden fleece, baby.

What is all this, Benny?

Just get up.

-Oh, okay.

Get up! Get up, come on.

All right... I am up!

-Up, up!

-Can't you see?

Get up.

Oh, no. Oh, don't play with

my hangover, please, Benny.

Come on.

Do you want one?

Oh, yes, the paper is in the, in the...

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Hope everything

goes well. Have a nice trip.

Let me pass.

I have a heavy load.

Stop here for your ice cream.

Give me a little kiss, coyote.

Jesus... Christ.

It doesn't matter, baby...

as long as I'm with you

I don't give a damn.

Enough already, Chalo.

Have pity, Chalo?

-Enough.

-It's not bothering.

Hungry, baby?

A little. But not for corn.

Meat in the pot, honey.

Bravo... bravo.

-Hell, I wasn't trying to hit 'em, you know.

-I know... you weren't.

I used to shoot a lot of pistols

when I was in the army.

You're a nice gringo.

You didn't have a thing

to do in the army, anyway.

Oh, you'd be surprised, honey.

-Don't bug me about it.

-You are a stupid son-of-a-b*tch.

Let's go.

Then we'll go to Cozumel,

after that the lsle of Mujeres.

-You ever been there?

-No.

I haven't either.

Hell, I've never been anyplace I went to

go back to that's for dammed sure.

I was once at a place

I'd like to see again.

Yeah? Absolutely, baby, you name it.

It's called Guanajato.

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