A Night in Old Mexico

A NIGHT IN OLD MEXICO

Hey, JayQue, how you doing man?

Everything okay?

Bring it here.

Let me see the money first.

Look man, here's the money.

Now bring that stuff over here.

Now he needs new

head is what he needs.

He ain't nothin' but

a pair of ears right now.

- So where are we going now, man?

- What?

How about Mexico?

We should go and shave now Mr Bovie.

We want to look nice when we get there.

I don't give a good goddam

how I look when we get there.

- Oh now really?

- Yeah.

Mr Bovie go shave.

You know first impressions count.

You're the one who ought to go shave.

You look like Adolf Hitler with

that little mustache you got.

What the hell are you doing?

Hey I want those.

I suggest you buy some new ones.

Oh yeah.

But nobody's but God gonna

see me in my underwear!

You know these homes are

closer than you might think.

I'm sorry you son of a bitches

ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Taking a poor old man's

land like this, you know?

I hope you're pleased, cause what you're

doing up there I ain't gonna look at you.

Son of a bitches.

Mama's too.

My God!

Sorry, excuse me. But this

isn't the Bovie ranch, is it?

Well it was. Now it's

Rancho Vista Estates.

Rancho Vista Estates.

Ranchettes.

Can I help you?

Are you Mrs Bovie?

I'm Arnez Liepig.

Stealth & Loud Real Estate.

You see, I'm looking for Red Bovie.

Well, he is around here somewhere.

He is seeing me tell him to get in here.

We got to go.

You let 'em take away

my cattle, my horses...

and now my land.

Every damn thing I ever cared

about... gone, thanks to you.

Thank you, Sir.

Thank you.

Yeah so, you just gonna have to

find somebody else to pick on, see.

Had it.

I've had it with you.

Had it, you understand?

Took my land momma, every inch of it.

Yes, ma'am.

I love you too momma!

Alright, one, two and three

and go...

On the other hand,

expecting might want to do better

by me than you been doing already.

Okay.

Yeah.

So I'll give you one more chance.

Here's the deal, mister.

Either you're on my

side from here on out,

or you can just go and take my brain

to scatter up there in goddam rafters.

It's up to you, okay.

Thy will be done...

this day.

Give me a sign.

Any sign will do.

Yeah, any sign.

Can't help but be curious!

Which way you decided?

Oh! Christ!

Hey!

What in the hell?

Hey... damn boy.

You alright?

- Get up!

- Yes, sir, I think so.

- What's going on in there?

- Nothing.

None of your damn business.

Sir, I'm Gally.

Gally Bovie.

Who?

Gally Bovie.

I'm... well sir,

I'm your grandson.

Bullshit, you're my grandson!

Yes sir, I am.

James Bovie is my father.

Jimmy Bovie is no son of mine.

He was but he got ideas run off from

home one day when I wasn't looking.

Now what do you want?

Well, sir nothing. Really I was

just passing through you know.

I thought I'd stop by and

see the old home place.

And say hello since we never met.

- Yeah, hello, how are you doing?

- I'm just fine, thank you.

- How are you?

- Goodbye. Adios.

You know, my father was right.

He said you were

disagreeable old bastard.

He may have said that to you, but by God,

he never had the guts to

say it to me, not to my face.

Let me tell you something boy,

your daddy grew up in this place,

same as mine, same as my daddy

before me and my granddaddy before him.

Now this is Bovie land, you hear me?

Bovie land.

We had the whup the goddam

Red Indians to get this land

and then turn around and had to

whup the goddam mission to keep it.

You see, now this is Bovie land, by God.

Bovie land you sons of bitches.

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