The Tailor of Panama Page #4

"A man should stand on his feet."

Anyone remember that?!

Isn't that the next bit?

"Never on our knees." Right.

Or on our asses.

- So who the f*** are you, my friend?

- I'd like you to meet Andy Osnard.

British Embassy.

Mickie really is a genuine hero, Andy.

One of the few with the guts

to stand up to you-know-who.

Mickie, please sit down.

People are staring.

I don't give a f*** about these fucks.

These are the fucks who kept

that f*** Noriega in power.

You know what I would do...

Mr. Andy, right?

You know what I would do

if I was president?

- What?

- I'd kill every f*** in this room.

All of us.

Look at us. Look at us!

We got everything

God needed to make paradise.

And what do we do?

We sell each other.

We sell our country.

We sell it all away!

Harry, you take him for a walk.

Look at these people, eh!

Look at these people.

You sold your souls,

you don't even know it. Stupid!

If you make any more trouble,

I will never cut you another suit.

Come on. I'll take you home.

Sorry. He's an old friend,

you know.

Hello, Harry.

Se? Or Delgado. Buenos noches.

Canal Commissioner?

He as clean as they say?

Well, my wife thinks so.

Come on, Mickie, what is this?

Come on, Mickie.

You're a good man, Harry.

The only good men left in Panama City

are you and me.

- That's all. You and me.

- Okay, in you go. Come on.

He has heart, Mr. Cool.

Heart.

Come on, now. Call it a night.

So, what's the story with him?

Mickie?

He was my first customer.

Best-looking man in Panama.

A god.

Till Noriega threw him

into prison to shut him up.

Didn't bloody well work, did it?

There's more to Mickie Abraxas

than meets the eye.

Oh, I'm sure there is.

My people don't care

about the glorious past exploits...

...of some shagged-out old wino.

They want the real stuff.

Today's men.

Tomorrow's, not yesterday's.

We're not a f***ing charity

for losers.

I hope I haven't made

a mistake with you.

Don't underestimate Mickie Abraxas.

So?

What if I was to tell you

he's still at it?

At what, exactly?

He's still in there.

The Silent Opposition.

The "Silent Opposition"?

He's never lost touch

with ordinary, decent people.

Deprived people.

People who are tired

of the corruption, the greed.

Do you know what the poor call those?

"The Cocaine Towers."

And our 85 banks?

"The launderettes."

Can we buy him?

Mickie? Never.

But he might allow you

to contribute to the cause.

Uncle Benny, I fill up. I can't stop.

I get the wind in my ears.

You've got the fluence in full flow

and the rock of eye.

But it's a curse

as well as a blessing.

How'd it go?

Fine. I think.

Hey...

...get in here.

Hi.

I missed you.

Wait, I'll take my socks off.

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