Across the Line: The Exodus of Charlie Wright Page #6

Jimmy, when this comes up, and

it will come up no matter who

spins it, you put

the blame on me.

Don't you carry this.

You got it?

You're gonna land on your feet.

Just, Andy...

want to grab another drink?

I'm gonna cross the border

in San Diego tonight,

heading back up to

L.A. in the morning.

Hey.

You be careful down here.

Yeah.

So, would you think

this one looks better?

Bueno?

Uh.

I really should go.

What?

I want you to stay.

I'm afraid if I tell

you, you won't stay.

Tell me what?

It's been such a long time.

It's my face.

It's the wrinkles.

Men hate the wrinkles.

Wait.

I try everything.

They won't go away.

Shh. Shh shh. No. Don't--

you don't have any wrinkles.

I don't care about wrinkles.

Oh, and then I cry.

It is so bad to cry.

You found her?

Si.

Where she works.

Is she okay?

I don't know.

Aren't you going to leave?

It's been such a long time.

I'm.. I don't.. I don't want...

(Mary) F***.

No, I don't have to leave.

Then...

you stay?

Yeah, I'll stay.

The banker got away.

We lost a man.

American?

Yes.

You have something in mind?

Yes.

Chances are the banker will be

hard to hide, even if we got

him, and the Feds...

If they find out we have him,

it could open up some

of our old problems.

And if they get him...

then it's sure he'll talk.

Either way, we're

back on the map.

We may be too old to be going

through all of this again.

So, you suggest we let him go?

No.

Then?

We make the problem go away...

permanently.

Do it clean.

No fancy stuff.

Let Damon know.

Come on, it's late.

Come to bed.

I need to

know what's going on.

This isn't just about you.

This is about me, too.

Come here. Come to bed.

Let me read to you.

We don't have to stay here.

We could just go. It

doesn't matter where.

We just go. It doesn't matter. None of

this matters anymore!

Mari, it matters.

I wish it didn't matter,

but it matters. Come on.

Great Expectations.

My father's family name being

Pirrip and my Christian name

Philip, my infant

tongue could make...

She's yours, isn't she?

The girl?

Veronica's girl.

Yes.

You know all this time?

Yes.

Veronica would talk about you.

And then one day she stopped.

You're a good man.

Your heart is good.

She always believed that.

I am not a good man.

There is no good in me.

Oh...

The pain I've caused...

the lives I've destroyed...

If you only knew.

All that I had has

come to nothing.

It's not so bad.

Senor.

Desculpe.

Is-- is that, uh, Isabelle?

Is her name Isabelle?

(Waitress) Gracias.

You're looking for Isabelle?

Yes.

She's gone.

She's gone?

About two weeks ago.

Well, do you know

where she went?

She went to the U.S.

selling coke.

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