Mercury Plains

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Any job interviews this week?

Nope.

Any applications?

There aren't any jobs.

9 beg your pardon?

None this week.

I saw something

over at Times Market.

Yeah, they need cashier experience.

Does your daddy have a job?

Does your daddy have a job?

I never met the man.

Well now who's the man

that shares that residence with you?

That's my mom's boyfriend.

Well, is he gainfully employed?

Yeah, he rents porta potties.

What?

You know sh*t houses.

He rents them out.

Now who rents sh*t houses?

Farmers.

Farmers.

You know, for the pickers.

OK, for the Mexicans.

They're Guatemalans now,

at least that's

What I've been told.

Have you talked to your daddy,

your step-daddy about a job?

No.

Well, maybe

those sh*t house renters

could use a hand for the summer.

Maybe.

Frontiers of the Indian

subcontinent,

linking Pakistan

with remote Afghanistan.

- You hear that!

- Don't slam my door.

I'll slam whatever I Want to!

I can't believe you said

that to me in public.

I apologized.

You said don't worry about it.

Yeah, you worry too much.

You're such an a**hole.

Now you gonna apologize to me?

Huh?

How was school today?

Hey.

I called you.

So?

Well, I'm here now.

Is that your dad's truck?

Sorry.

Can you get the keys for it?

What for?

Well, some people are saying

they're going to Mexico.

I don't know, could be fun.

Why don't we take your car?

My car is a piece.

It'd break down halfway there.

Yeah, your car does suck.

Alright, hang out here

in your underwear and boots.

I'll be down with the senoritas,

drinking margaritas.

Is that it?

They just let you drive across?

I guess if you were coming back

is the important part,

cause no one ever

smuggled their ass into Mexico.

Four dollars.

How much is it for sex?

- Fifty-

- Fifty-

What's the one on the ends name?

- Rosalinda.

- Rosalinda.

- What about that one?

- Rosalinda.

How many Rosalinda's you got?

As many as you want.

Do you have money

for your friend?

What?

You have money for your friend?

Why?

Everybody thinks he

can not pay for her.

If you're his friend, you pay.

Or What?

I beat his sh*t.

Well, that sounds like it's

between you and him.

You're friend's not here.

Where the f*** is he?

He f***ed my wife,

Went out the Window

and took a taxi to America.

Well, that sounds like

you're sh*t out of luck.

Well, f***ing is not for free.

How much does it

cost to f*** your Wife?

Two-hundred dollars.

Pancho over there says

the going rate is 50.

Your friend hit her face.

No, he didn't.

She has bruises.

The Way she's looking at you,

you hit her face.

Never mind about

your friend then.

You f*** my Wife then.

Now I'm f***ing your Wife?

That's What I'm

gonna tell the police.

You f***ed my wife,

then you hit her face, my Wife.

The f*** she's your Wife.

Listen to me my friend,

you're a long ways from home.

My cousin, he's the police.

My uncle is the

captain of the jail.

It is very simple for

you to go to jail.

Two-hundred dollars and,

you can go back home.

That's just about the sorriest

Mexican shakedown

I've ever heard.

Two-hundred dollars.

F***.

I saw you in there.

Sorry I didn't help.

Can I buy you breakfast?

What for?

Well, aren't you hungry?

So are you looking for Work?

Nope.

You look like you are.

So?

Well, I got something

you might be interested in.

What is it?

You wanna be a

rich son of a b*tch?

Maybe.

Stay right here.

Mitch, this is the Captain.

Mitch is from Texas.

Is that so?

Yeah he's got a

bad ass black SUV.

No sh*t.

What do you need me for Mitch?

I never said that I did.

Well, it's like this.

You know Halliburton right?

Yeah.

You do?

No.

It's a company.

- OK.

- They're in Iraq.

They've got private security

working for the government.

A Halliburton truck driver

makes five times.

What a four star general makes.

You know why?

I guess cause it's a rip off.

Cause they get the

f***ing job done.

And when you get the

f***ing job done,

you get to name your price.

Do you wanna name

your price, Mitch?

Hell yeah, he does.

Look, Jesse's a dip sh*t.

Anybody can see that.

He likes to talk a good game

but you,

you don't like to talk.

So I'm not gonna

say sh*t to you.

I'm not gonna tell

you how you could be

a freedom fighter

on the front lines,

on the war on drugs,

saving I don't know

now many sisters

from a life of

prostitution and whoring,

just to get their next fix.

I'm not gonna tell you,

you could make big

money carrying a gun

and wearing a badge

and getting sweet look

from every senorita

that walks by.

And I'm not gonna tell you

that it feels like a

shot of mainline heroine

to be kicking ass

and taking names,

all in the name of Uncle Sam,

all the While knowing that

you've got diplomatic immunity

under section 434.8680,

passed by the US.

Senate last year.

What I am gonna tell you...

is I'll Pay You'

5,000 dollars a week

to ride by my side.

What do you say cowboy?

I don't know.

Look... I know you've got

a crap ass situation to go back to.

We all do.

Nobody spends one

night in Mexico

if they've got anything

to go back to up there.

But you know deep in your gut,

that whatever might

happen down here,

can't be half as bad

as that crap ass situation

you have to go back to.

So why go back?

It'll be easier if I drive.

Come on.

Take your pick.

Attention!

Wake up, girls.

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