The Rundown Page #4

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That's just a simple fact

of life.

And if you're bold enough to

face that cold, hard fact...

you can make a lot of money.

What do you want

with the kid?

l've come to take him home.

That'll cost you $10,000.

l need to borrow the Jeep.

Wait a minute, friend.

l'll give you $1 ,000.

l'll give you $1 ,000.

l need you to take my bag

back to the plane.

Keep the engine running.

Can you do that?

For $1 ,000?

That's right.

l'll find a way.

Declan.

Yeah?

l'm gonna be coming fast.

American?

Yeah.

Where from?

Someplace

that's got bartenders.

What can l get you?

l'll take a beer.

Nice flowers.

[Speaking in Portuguese]

The smiling fool.

You know, back in the States,

Brazil nuts like these

go for $15 a pound.

Well, those fell off

the tree out back.

And around here,

we don't call them

Brazil nuts.

What do you call them?

Well, we're in Brazil,

so we just call them nuts.

Fair enough.

So, what brings you

to the Amazon other than

the food and drink, of course?

l'm looking for a man.

What's your type?

His name's Travis Walker.

Brown hair, he's in his 20s,

wears a blue shirt, jeans.

Right now, he's got

a real bewildered look

on his face.

Do l know you?

The name's Beck.

What can l do for you,

Mr. Beck?

l need you to make

a choice for me.

A choice?

Option A or Option B.

What's Option A?

Well, Option A is

you and l walk out of here

nice and easy.

We get in my Jeep

and we drive back

to the airstrip.

And then we begin

our long journey

back to Los Angeles.

Be no blood,

no broken bones...

and no problems.

What's in Los Angeles?

Your father.

What's Option B?

Pretty much

the opposite of A.

But l wouldn't

recommend that one.

l'll take Option C.

Travis, there is no Option C.

Really?

Are you sure?

l mean, big boy...

there's always an Option C.

So angry!

Shut up.

Shut up!

Like l said,

there is no Option C.

Let me introduce you

to Option C.

Mr. Beck.

There's been a slight change

in the narrative.

An unexpected twist,

you might say.

Can l have a beer, please?

Mr. Hatcher,

l was just gonna come

find you when this--

The kid stays.

l paid you.

Well, fortunately,

l had my fingers crossed

the whole time.

Apparently, young Mr. Walker

may have stumbled onto

a trinket of some value...

and as he's located it

in my jungle...

yup, l'm gonna need him

to lead me to it.

Okay, so let's go, d*ckhead.

Don't call me a d*ckhead,

you d*ckhead.

Did you find it or not,

a**hole?

What's that, a**hole?

Did you find it or not,

a**hole?

What's that, a**hole?

Did you find it or not,

a**hole?

Don't!

Hey, don't rock the boat.

Okay.

l don't want any trouble.

HATCHER:
Then leave now

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