2 Guns Page #3

Lawyer. Lawyer.

They know you were

at his ranch.

I know

I need a lawyer.

Tell Agent Rees

about Papi Greco.

Who?

Papi Greco.

Well, who's that? Some Mexican

Santa Claus or something?

Come on, Mr. Stigman.

I think it's in your best

interest to cooperate.

You need to stop playin'

the stupid card, all right?

Well, ma'am, it's my intent to

cooperate with whatever you need.

I mean, as an American, I know

you're just doin' your job,

and sometimes innocent folks like

me get caught up in the system.

It's like the airlines. They don't

lose your luggage on purpose, right?

But everybody takes it

so damn personal.

Come on, Mr. Stigman.

So you wanna play games?

Well, what'd you have in mind?

Do you wanna help yourself? Yes.

Do I have to do it

in front of him?

All right, we're done here.

Thank you, Mr. Stigman.

You gonna leave?

Oh, yes.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

How do you concentrate

workin' with her, man?

Five border agents are rippin'

apart your car as we speak.

They ain't gonna

find anything.

Where'd you hide

the cocaine?

Can they hear us?

No.

Can they see us?

No.

Okay.

There was no cocaine.

You had a deal in place.

Right.

Five hundred passports

in return for cocaine.

Right.

Hey, Bobby.

How you doin', Deb?

Good. Man, your boy

Stig's a piece of work.

He winked at you,

didn't he?

How'd you know?

Bobby didn't

get the cocaine.

What?

What happened?

Papi offered me cash.

I told him no.

I told him

to keep the passports,

so, eventually, he's gotta

come up with the cocaine.

What about this guy you said

you could flip? Little Toro?

I got him.

It's real close.

I don't know

who you are anymore.

It's like...

It's like you're

out on this limb.

And you've been out

there way too long.

And you're sayin'

that to say what?

I don't like goin' to the

funerals of my own men.

Well, then don't come, boss.

Don't come.

Okay?

I spent the last

three years of my life

crawlin' through

a Mexican sewer

tryin' to work my way up the

line to get next to Papi Greco.

You can't take me

off this now.

Jessup, he's close.

You can't take me off this now.

I know.

Not now.

Two weeks.

You don't flip Little Toro

by then, I'm pullin' ya out.

We're done.

Think Jessup

knows about us?

What "us"? You don't

do "us," remember?

Oh, I remember.

Besides, I'm dating.

Oh, right, right.

You're dating...

Mmm-hmm.

...your imaginary

boyfriend, Harvey.

Uh, he's not my boyfriend,

and his name's not Harvey.

I like Harvey. it has a

nice ring to it. Harvey.

You don't get to be

jealous anymore, Bobby.

Harvey.

You pushed me away.

So you could

be with Harvey.

F*** you.

Little Tom's dead.

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