The Infiltrator Page #3
- Let's go. Come on.
- Are you even looking?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm looking.
Here we go.
Bob Musella.
Dates are perfect.
Hey, what about this one?
Dominguez.
Emilio Dominguez.
Close enough to Emir, I suppose.
- Yeah, it's kind of sexy.
- The dates work.
- Sexy?
- Yeah.
- Who the hell cares if it's sexy?
- I care.
It's my name.
I wanted to have a sexy name.
I have developed
what I like to call my masterpiece.
There's a built-in noise reduction system
to eliminate all undesirable sound.
Eagle wings up, record. Horizontal, off.
He is a real entrepreneur.
Aeronautics, finance.
Even has his own line of wholesale jewelry.
- There he is. Eric Wellman.
- Got his hand in everything.
How are you?
Good to see you. Emir Abreu.
- Hey, man.
- What's up, my man?
I've set up phone lines on the switchboard.
- So, how did you two meet again?
- The IRS.
IRS. You two
must have got all the
p*ssy. "This is an audit,
drop the panties."
Don't encourage him.
You've got access to my secretaries,
free use of the conference room.
- Anything else, you only have to ask.
- Yes. Yes, sir.
Chacho, this is so much more like it. Nice.
You should have seen the apartment
Customs gave us.
Oh, my God. It was so filthy
even the rats ran from it, you know.
Thank you, Eric.
Mmm!
Okay.
Welcome, everyone.
It's parents' night. This is second grade.
My lesson plan is a cooperative process
that I build with the parents.
And to have you here...
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I have to get this.
Um...
- I apologize. I... Should I...
- No, it's okay. Um...
- No, it's... It's okay.
- Okay, sorry.
Very sorry to interrupt.
- Oh, hi.
- I'm Andrea's father.
I hope she's doing well in school.
She loves it.
- Oh, great.
- But I do have to go.
- Um, do you need money for a cab?
- No, it's okay.
You're okay. Okay. Sorry.
- Thanks. Bye.
- No problem.
- Ah!
- Eh.
Hey!
Shut the f*** up!
Eh...
Hey.
- What the hell happened back there?
- What were you so pissed off about, man?
- What am I pissed off about?
- Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, man.
I called your wife and told her
you were gonna be late for dinner
'cause you were locked in a closet,
you know.
Bob, we're all waiting
for you to come out the closet.
You know that, right?
So, this is all just a joke to you?
Oh, come on, man. You need a beer.
You need to relax.
I don't want a beer, I want answers.
Bro, what do I have to do
to make you happy, man?
Just don't get me killed.
Oh, that's just... Hold it, hold it.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
That's f***ing brilliant.
"Don't get Bob killed."
Cut the sh*t, will you?
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"The Infiltrator" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 6 May 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/the_infiltrator_20519>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In