Get The Gringo Page #7

still help you out, all I want is a

piece of the pie.

Talkative as ever,

but that's okay.

Say, it was nice knowin' ya.

Sorry, if we got off on the wrong foot.

Good luck, then, you're gonna need it.

Butter Balls was puttin' the squeeze on me,

sooner than I thought.

It was time to play a card I'd been holding back.

Tryin' to get my cash a little closer.

Good day.

What do you want?

I have some information for you

that you might find valuable.

Two cops, Vazquez and Romero,

badge number 9-0-3-4-8-9...

- We know our cops.

- Oh! You know them?

Well! In that case, you'll

find this really interesting.

They took a sizeable amount of money from

me when they brought me here and I figure

I'll never see the money again and

I just wonder if they gave you your cut.

- What?

- What's in it for you?

Nothin' now, probably since I told you,

but I...look, I think a finder's fee would be fair.

- How much?

- Oh, I don't need much, 10% maybe...okay, 8.

- How much money?

- Oh...

You know, I only stole it,

I didn't have time to count it...

but, I...ballpark? 10 million,

maybe a little more.

You know what will happen

if you are pushing my leg?

Yeah, I know, I know.

I wouldn't push your leg.

See you later.

The Boss rejects it...one million seven.

- Where the f***'s the rest?

- I...I swear to God, that's all there was.

- That's bullshit.

- No bullshit! It's true.

Hello, can you see me?

Uh...yeah, Boss, I can.

Okay, good, is it all there?

No, there's only one point seven

and a coupla new cars out front.

- Where's the rest?

- It's all there...except for what we spent.

- The cars, some hookers...

- We bought them shoes and tacos, that's all.

- Friends, where is the rest of my money?

- That's all there was.

Talk to the gringo that stole it.

- Cut the toe off.

- But...we already did that, Boss, two of 'em.

- Cut another off.

- No, please. I swear.

That's all there was.

Mr. Vasquez, listen very carefully.

You see, I'm missing four million dollars,

you're missing three toes, so far.

I'll give you a moment to do the arithmetic,

then it's up to you if you wanna talk.

- What did he say?

- He said what does "ritmaticks" mean.

Ah, f*** it! Just kill him.

No! Hey! Hey! No! No! No! Hey!

- I swear! No! Please!

- There were only two!

- Last chance, Vasquez.

- No! Don't! Don't! No!

- I swear,

- Are you sure?

I Swear!

Who the f*** are you?

Hey! That's my money!

Javi.

Javi, you motherf***er,

I'm gonna f***in' kill ya!

Ah, Jesus!

I'm gonna kill ya, Javi,

with my own f***in' hands.

- You Buffet?

- You got it.

If you're hungry, try the

fish tacos, it's their specialty.

There's something comin' down to me and I don't

Rate this script:3.0 / 1 vote