Cocaine Wars (1985) - full transcript
Amid explosive turmoil, corruption, and rampant violence, the dauntless journalist, Marcelo Villalba, forms a political party, intent on stopping once and for all the reign of terror of the powerful Argentinian drug lord, Gonzalo Reyes. Before long, things will take a dangerous turn, when Reyes sends the undercover DEA agent, Cliff Adams, to assassinate the presidential candidate. Now, Cliff's old flame, Janet--who tries to get enough evidence against Gonzalo--finds herself caught in the middle of a brutal conflict, as the ruthless criminal kingpin and his unstoppable personal army will stop at nothing to protect their lucrative business. Can Cliff, the heroic American Scorpion, take down an entire cocaine empire?
[engines rumbling over tense,
menacing synthesizer music]
[plane engine rumbling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[plane whooshing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbles to a stop]
[tense synthesizer music]
- What happened, Klausmann?
I got a message in Miami
to catch a ride back with Cliff,
why?
- You know why, Rikki.
You've been stealing from me,
Rikki.
You've taken a cut off
every shipment
for the last six months!
- That's bullshit, Reyes!
[tense synthesizer music]
You know it is.
- Finish it!
- You lying son of a
bit [gasps]!
[tense synthesizer music]
[knife squishing]
[tense synthesizer music]
- [Klausmann] Come on,
do something!
- I will.
Real soon, now.
- That's enough.
I want to talk to you
first thing in the morning.
- Yeah, you owe me money, Reyes!
[Reyes speaking
foreign language]
[engines rumbling]
[rhythmic Latin folk music]
[soldiers shouting]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[fabric ripping]
[dogs barking]
[man shouting in
foreign language]
[dogs barking]
[bag crinkling]
[dog barking]
[man gasping over
cracking strikes]
[dog barking]
[man gasps]
[liquid bubbling]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[man gasps]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[liquid bubbling]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[liquid bubbling]
[man gasping for breath]
- Get to work!
- [Man On PA] Get to work!
[birds cawing]
- There won't be an election.
- I hope.
- Still, with Marcelo stirring
up the students and workers,
there's bound to be strikes,
riots.
- And the generals will
have to step in.
- When the army takes over,
you'll need my cooperation.
Otherwise, your problems
are only beginning.
- I can take care of my
own problems.
You remember that.
- And you remember this,
Gonzalo.
Las Palmas is my territory.
- But you are on my
territory now, Lujan!
One word from me and
you are dead!
Your corpse will
fertilize the coca crop!
It will save us some horse shit.
[birds chirping]
[chair creaking]
Put the damn thing out!
Do you want to blow
us all to hell?
[cigarette hissing]
We will discuss this further
at the polo game, Mario, hmm?
- Of course, Gonzalo.
That is the way
gentlemen do business.
[footsteps clacking]
- How are you, Cliff?
- You owe me for the last
shipment, Reyes.
100 grand.
- How would you like
to make twice that much
in a few hours?
Marcelo Villalba.
A big mouth leader of
the Social Party.
He writes for a newspaper,
a little rag called El Diario.
A troublemaker.
- Yeah?
So what?
- You're going to kill him.
[Cliff scoffs]
- I don't think so.
- I'm ordering you.
- I fly for you, Reyes!
That's it.
Why don't you call Klausmann,
he's your trained
Doberman Pinscher.
- You don't have a choice.
I've got your plane.
- Oh, I'll get my plane.
And I'm also gonna get
all the money you owe me.
- [Reyes] And how do
you propose to do that?
- You just keep right on
fucking with me, Reyes,
and you'll find out.
[birds chirping]
[bag crinkling]
- [Klausmann] For this paste,
90 a kilo.
- Lujan pays 100.
- Forget Lujan, 90 a kilo.
- No sense in wasting
the trip, I'll take it.
[Bailey speaking
foreign language]
- Smart boy!
- People who sell to Lujan,
accidents happen to them.
- [chuckling] You're
an accident, my friend.
You can ask your mother.
Cliff, how're they hanging?
- What are you doing here?
[strike thwacking]
[Klausmann gasps]
- Rikki wasn't
ripping Reyes off.
You were, you and your pal,
Wilhelm.
When Reyes got suspicious,
you framed Rikki for the job.
[strike thudding]
[kick thudding]
[punch thwacking]
[Wilhelm thuds to ground]
Give me a ride to Urubamba?
- Yeah, well, hop in.
[engine rumbling]
- If he talks to Reyes,
you and I are dead!
Get to Urubamba.
- I take care of the bastard.
- He knows you.
You find Miguel, give him 5000.
- And what about Bailey?
- Get going, I will take
care of Bailey.
Oswaldo, Oswaldo!
[crowd chattering over
pleasant Latin folk music]
- Cliff, keep your pecker dry.
[metal clanging]
[engine rumbling]
[crowd chattering over
pleasant Latin folk music]
- Muchas gracias, senora.
- Take my Rolex, best
price anywhere.
- I got flake or rock,
take your pick.
- Jorge, come on!
- Hey, Gringo, look.
[gun clicking]
[gun cocking]
- No thanks.
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[foreign language chatter]
[hooves clopping]
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[slap thwacking]
- Cliff!
- Hey, Kenny.
- How you doin'?
- [Cliff] Still flying
for big bills.
- [Kenny] Still flying.
[crowd shouting]
[chickens clucking]
[crowd shouting]
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[arcade games beeping
and buzzing]
- Que tal, Cliff?
- Bien.
- How goes it, amigo?
- Remember those two
packages I gave you?
- Sure.
[arcade games buzzing]
- [gasps] I'm gonna need 'em.
- I'll fetch 'em
before you leave.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshot cracking]
[glass shattering]
[strike thwacking]
[glass shattering]
Goddammit, Cliff, that
window cost me 200 bucks,
special order!
[chickens clucking]
What am I supposed
to do with it?
- Make it into a lamp.
Picked the wrong mean
son of a bitch!
I don't like it when
people point guns at me.
Makes me a little
crazy [laughs].
- Hey Ace, buy a girl a drink?
[expressive synthesizer music]
Cliff?
- What are you doing here?
- What about that drink?
- Yeah.
Kinda thirsty.
[glasses thwacking on counter]
[crowd chattering]
- Yes?
Dammit!
- I'm surprised you even
bothered to look me up.
- Don't flatter yourself, Ace.
I've been here five
weeks already.
I'm on a story, six parts.
- Coke.
- Good guess.
[Cliff scoffs]
So, you still working for
Reyes, congratulations.
You must be very rich by now.
- Yeah, I get by.
- Maybe you can get me
an interview with him.
- [laughs] He and I
aren't exactly
on the best of terms
at the moment.
As a matter of fact, he
just sent me a message.
I sent it back.
Come on, I need a lift
into Las Palmas.
- I gotta talk to some
people first.
[crowd chattering]
- Fine by me.
[bottlecap tinging]
- Ah, take it easy, Ace.
[paper crinkling]
Call me.
[crowd chattering]
- Yeah.
Maybe I will.
[engine rumbling]
- Keep moving.
[tense synthesizer music]
- I never run over a good
looking broad.
It's against my religion.
- Give us a lift?
- I'll give ya a lift!
- Move this shitcan!
- Gimme the money!
[tense synthesizer music]
Don't even think
about saying it!
I hate it when guys say,
"What money?"
[tense synthesizer music]
- You are a stupid
son of a bitch.
[strike thwacking]
[gunshots rumbling]
[engine rumbling]
- So long, sucker!
[engine rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[crowd chanting]
[Cliff scoffs]
[Cliff sighs]
- What is it?
- It's an old family heirloom.
[crowd chanting]
[Franco speaking in
foreign language]
- Move it, out!
- Franco, put this stuff
somewhere safe for me,
you know what I mean?
- Mm, mas o menos.
- Mas o menos!
[Cliff sighs]
[chuckles] Suddenly, it all
becomes crystal clear, ey?
[crowd clapping and chanting]
- [MC] I give you the
leader of the Social Party,
Marcelo Villarba!
[crowd cheering]
[crowd chanting and cheering]
- The government of
the Social Party
will be a government
of the people,
and the first act of
our government
will be to stop
those responsible
for the exploitation
of the people!
[crowd cheering]
They allow the corrupters,
the parasite,
the bloodsuckers!
[camera snapping]
But we do not fear to
speak their names.
[crowd cheering]
Gonzalo Reyes!
[crowd jeering]
Gonzalo Reyes, a man who
has sold the very good name,
the very soul of our nation
for a handful of cocaine
and a fistful of dollars!
[crowd shouting]
Mario Esujer Lujan!
[crowd shouting]
[tense synthesizer music]
[soldier speaking in
foreign language]
Mario Lujan, who auctions
off of the laws of our nation
to the highest bidder!
[guns rattling]
Mario Lujan, our valiant
Chief of the National Police!
[footsteps clacking]
We will make some federal
constables move!
We will exterminate the
knightly generals,
the coke leaders!
[crowd shouting]
The germs that feed on our
nation's pride!
[tense synthesizer music]
[crowd shouting]
[placard thwacking]
[crowd shouting over
tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps thwacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[bag thwacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[man shouting]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[doors crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[door crunching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[men groaning]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Out, get out, come on!
[tense synthesizer music]
Come on, quit it, get
out from there!
Come on, woof woof!
Come on, come on you!
Move it!
[tires screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[gunshots cracking]
[bullets tinging]
- Marcelo!
[engine rumbling]
- Forget it!
[tense synthesizer music]
[doors crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching over
tense synthesizer music]
[engines rumbling]
[wood rattling]
- Turn!
[tires screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[car crunching]
[metal crunching and rattling]
[Marcelo sighs]
[Marcelo chuckles]
[gasps] It won't go well for you
if Lujan's people find me here.
- Just keep still.
[doorbell buzzing]
[sighs] Cliff!
- [sighs] Oh, maybe
expecting somebody else?
So, this is where an American
reporter lives in Las Palmas.
- [Janet] Si.
- Very nice!
- [Janet] This is Marcelo.
- Yeah, I know, I heard
his speech this evening.
- [Marcelo] And?
- You didn't get very far.
- Maybe another time, you have
a chance to hear the rest.
- Maybe.
- Take care, Marcelo.
[lips smacking]
- Perhaps we'll see
each other again.
[footsteps clacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
- All right.
[phone rattling]
[footsteps clacking]
Senor Reyes?
It was Wilhelm on the phone.
He shadowed Cliff to
a house in Las Palmas.
10 minutes after Cliff
went in, Marcelo came out.
- Cliff!
The double-crossing
son of a bitch!
What the hell is he
trying to pull?
- He's crazy, and there
is only one cure
for that sort of craziness.
- Marcelo is a friend.
He's one of the good guys.
- I thought all you reporters
were supposed to be neutral.
[photo thwacking]
- Captain Coke!
- [scoffs] You know I don't
have to take this anymore.
- Sit down.
[Cliff sighs]
Sit down, you're giving
me a stiff neck.
[pack crinkling]
Dear old Cliff.
[lighter snapping]
[expressive piano music]
I got it in Caracas off some
kid in the street, two bucks.
I wonder where he stole it from.
[expressive piano music]
I thought you'd like it.
- I keep it because it
helps me remember.
- You played so tough back then.
You didn't need anybody.
- [laughs] I needed you.
Just never could seem to
find the words to tell you.
[expressive piano music]
[lips smacking]
Problem?
- Uh-huh.
- Still the same old Cliff?
- That's the problem.
- [sighs] Yeah.
[door rattling]
[sighs] You may never
see me again.
- I loved you, Cliff, I just
despise what you're doing.
I still do.
[lips smacking]
[door creaking]
[footsteps clacking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[chains rattling]
[tires screeching]
[Cliff thuds onto hood]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[Wilhelm gasping]
[engine rumbling]
[Wilhelm shouts]
[car crunching]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
What happened?
[fire crackling]
- Somebody took a wrong turn.
[fire crackling]
[birds chirping]
- Wilhelm is dead.
- Goddammit!
- I was wrong!
- [speaking foreign language],
hmm?
- And make it right!
- [Man On Phone] Miami.
[door rattling]
- [sighs] Yes, Cliff,
get me Mario, would ya?
Listen, they had Rikki killed!
Yeah, that's right, so
you think you can get him
on the damn phone?
Thank you!
[sighs] Frank, now, Frank,
I need to,
what, what are you talkin'
about, Frank?
Frank, for, for Christ's sake,
I got it stickin' out, and
you wanna break it off!
You, well, Frank, I'm
the one that's down here!
Eh, Frank, Frank, would
you listen to me first.
Frank, I'm in too deep,
it's goin' down now!
[phone rattling]
[Cliff sighs]
[phones ringing]
- It's set, 20 minutes.
- Great, where?
- I'll let you know
when we get there.
But here's ground rule
number one, Ace,
I get first shot at the story.
[crowd murmuring]
First shot!
[phones ringing]
There's Marcelo now.
[engine rumbling]
[window creaking]
Cliff?
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- Hmm?
Oh yeah, yeah.
[paper crinkling]
Great [sighs].
[sighs] Did I tell you
that Reyes offered me
200,000 bucks to kill that guy?
Let's go.
[door crunching]
[footsteps clacking]
- [Janet] Marcelo.
- Hello.
[lips smacking]
- How would you like to
nail Reyes to the wall?
- I'd like that very much.
- Merry Christmas.
[paper crinkling]
[paper rustling]
[Marcelo gasps]
- [Janet] What is it?
- A list of Reyes'
partners in Miami.
A few of the Cubanos, and so on.
- [Janet] Let me see.
- Names, dates, places, mierda!
Where did you get this?
- [Cliff] Oh, I collected
it in my spare time.
Every young boy needs a hobby.
- [Marcelo] There's
enough evidence here
to put this man away!
Reyes will have no customers.
[papers crinkling]
- Reyes will need no
customers, Reyes'll be dead.
These men don't fool around!
- Are you giving this to me?
- [laughs] No, no, no-no-no-no.
This is my insurance policy.
As long as I've got it, he
can't afford to kill me.
What you get is a story.
- What about me?
[muffled shouting]
[footsteps clacking]
- All right, uh, Marcelo,
I think you should have--
- What about me?
- Janet, look, this thing
is not over yet.
When I get through with
these papers,
you can have 'em.
Do anything you want to them.
Write your goddamn story!
But until I give you
the green light,
it's my game, my court,
and my rules.
You got it?
- Are you finished?
- Yeah.
- I'm in.
- Marcelo?
- What do you want me to do?
- Uh, here, print that on
the front page
of your newspaper tomorrow.
I'll take it from there.
Adolfo, how are you doing?
[muffled thudding]
[Cliff sighs]
- Cliff, aw!
[pleasant keyboard music]
Cliff, you never asked for me,
Cliff.
- No one's asked for
you since 1962, Chica!
- You slut!
- At your service, from
five to five.
- It's a new floor show, Cliff.
How do you like it?
[pleasant keyboard music]
- Great, me gusta.
You, uh, have a little accident,
did ya?
- Well, it was no accident.
- No, no thanks. Bailey,
don't you think you're getting
a little bit too old
for this line of work?
Maybe you oughta quit,
move back to the States.
- You're late!
You little creep!
- Oh, my darling!
- I hope you brought
me something!
[pleasant keyboard music]
- So how's your, uh,
your buddy Lujan doing?
- Lujan's been firing up
the army boys,
and they wanna run the
whole shebang.
[muffled rustling]
- Why don't you give them
a call for me?
- Aw, you creep!
[whip cracking]
Stand up!
[whip cracking]
Heel!
Come on!
- I like to see a girl
who enjoys her work.
Cliff, I got a few bad
habits, but I ain't dumb.
I know what happened with Rikki.
That information is
cheap in this town.
I got a feeling there's a,
there's a shitstorm coming down.
Huh, I don't wanna get
caught in the middle.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I oughta quit.
- Maybe I can help you out.
[crowd murmuring]
- Bring me the telephone, Chica.
- Dial this, chico.
- [growls] That's the best
telephone booth in Las Palmas!
[lips smacking]
[both chuckling]
- Miami, International Press.
Si, gracias.
Lenny?
- Your men find what was
left of Wilhem last night?
- What do you know about that?
[ping pong ball clacking]
- Oh, not much,
tried to kill me.
I wouldn't let him.
[ping pong ball clacking]
- You know I could arrest
you for murder?
- Yeah, but you wouldn't
do that to me.
I'm afraid you'll kiss me
on both cheeks
and award me the
Croix de Guerre.
How'd you like to put
Reyes in a hole
he'll never climb out of?
- Lenny, listen to me now.
This is totally embargoed
until I give you the word.
Do you hear me?
- Why would you help me?
- [scoffs] For the money,
'cause I'm holding an auction,
and you're gonna wanna bid.
- Could I?
- Oh, yeah.
You'll know the first thing
in the morning, my friend.
I'll be in touch.
Yeah, get him on the phone,
would ya?
Listen, you know who this is,
asshole,
so just get him on the
damn phone, all right?
A-ha, Reyes [chuckles]!
You know, I've been
feeling a little bad
about our relationship lately.
We don't seem to be
getting along,
so I decided to send you
a little love letter.
That's right.
Why don't you take a look
at the cover of El
Diario tomorrow.
[phone rattling]
- Cliff?
- [Cliff] Hmm?
[Cliff sighs]
- Why did you fly for Reyes?
- Uh, researching my
autobiography.
- Oh, yeah, what's it called?
- God Is My Copilot.
[Cliff laughs]
- You owe me some answers.
Cliff, what are you doing?
- My job.
You remember when Rikki and I
bought into that air
taxi service?
- Sure.
And Gonzalo Reyes Jr. was
one of your regular charters.
I thought--
- You thought that I was
suckin' up to the kid
so that I could make
some real money
flying coke for his old man,
right?
[lighter snapping]
- You're DEA.
- You're right, undercover.
[Cliff snickers]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because you never asked me.
[liquid bubbling]
[chuckles] Come on, Janet!
You know I couldn't tell you.
[Cliff sighs]
[glass clanging]
- What happens now?
- [scoffs] Well,
according to the agency,
nothing happens now.
[sighs] I've been
pulled off the case
until after the elections.
- Oh, there won't be
any elections.
Lujan will see to that.
- Not if I can see to
Lujan first.
- This is just like
Marcelo said.
They sit around playing politics
and Reyes keeps sucking
his country dry.
- He's filling our
country full of shit.
- He's got to be stopped.
- Stopped, hell, he's
gotta be destroyed.
[sighs] Looks like I'm elected.
- Got my vote.
- Hmm.
[cigarette hissing]
You know, uh, I wasn't
quite finished with that.
[Janet gasps]
- Yeah, you were.
[expressive synthesizer music]
[Janet gasping]
[hooves clopping]
[tense synthesizer music]
- You goddamn bastard!
[paper thwacking]
- Cliff, it's Senor Reyes.
- Yeah, well, tell him to
hold his water.
- [Franco] Just a moment, Mr.
Reyes.
Just a moment, please.
- Franco, here, I want
you to put this
back to bed for me, okay?
Yeah.
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone rattling]
Hello?
- We should talk this over,
Cliff.
Reasonably, like men.
- Like men [chuckles]?
What I want you to keep in mind,
Reyes,
is that I set myself
up a deadfall.
Anything happens to me, you're
gonna be swimmin' in shit!
- Cliff, don't do anything
we'll both regret.
Can you come out?
Two o'clock.
- Okay, I'll meet you
at two o'clock.
- Yes, that's fine.
[tense synthesizer music]
- Yes, Cliff, of course.
Very interesting!
Six o'clock this evening.
Yes, yes, I'll be in touch.
Ruiz, stakeout the men
across the street
from the Boulevard Hotel.
I want to know as soon as
the Americano Cliff goes out.
- Yes, my general.
[birds chirping]
[sheep bleating]
[engine rumbling]
- Come out!
[engine rumbling]
[door crunching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[punch thwacking]
[gun clangs to ground]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Uh-uh, no fighting in
front of my place.
It scares the customers.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun thwacking]
You keep giving me guns, Cliff.
Maybe I ought to open a
shop on the side.
- Why don't you just make
it into another lamp?
[door crunching]
[engine rumbling]
[bell clanging]
[men shouting over
clopping hooves]
[bats thwacking over
playful synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
Klausmann's afraid I'm
gonna tell Reyes
he was ripping him off.
[engine rumbling]
- Maybe you should set
his mind at ease.
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[horn beeping]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires squealing]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires squealing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[water splashing]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[players shouting over
playful synthesizer music]
- Fine.
[players chattering]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
- All right, now!
[metal crunching]
Get closer.
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[Klausmann gasps]
[engines rumbling]
All right, Klausmann!
[Cliff gasps]
[Klausmann shouting desperately]
[metal crunching and crashing]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[fire crackling over
tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
It's all right, Reyes
is expecting me.
Open up.
- Who is she?
- My Aunt Irene from Odessa.
I promised her I'd show her
the sights, now come on!
- Smartass, huh?
[engine rumbling]
[players shouting]
[engine rumbling]
[players chattering over
tense synthesizer music]
[camera snapping]
[Reyes shouting]
[camera snapping]
[whistle screeching]
[camera snapping]
[horse whinneying]
[camera snapping over
tense synthesizer music]
- It's over!
[whistle screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[camera snapping]
Who are you?
- My name is Janet Meade,
Senor Reyes.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm a reporter,
International Press.
I'd like to speak with you
about certain--
- La camera!
[horse sighs]
- Wait a minute, Senor Reyes,
I'm here for a
legitimate interview.
- You want an interview?
- Si.
- Okay, interview Rosita,
she was Miss San Pedro 1983.
[birds chirping]
- Goddamn reporters, huh?
[scoffs] Oh, by the
way, I killed Klausmann
on the way over here,
I hope you don't mind.
So how's Gonzalo Junior doing?
Is he still knockin' up gringas
at the University of Miami?
- Leave my son out of this.
- All right, all right.
I just thought that, uh,
maybe Maranetti's men
might wanna look him up.
[birds chirping]
[footsteps crunching]
[can snapping]
[Cliff chuckles]
- What do you want?
[liquid bubbling]
- I want my plane and
the money you owe me.
- Ah, 100,000?
- [chuckles] No,
that was before.
The price has gone
up since then.
See, your boys have had two
shots at me already, Reyes.
Then there's Rikki, I
kind of like the idea
of his folks getting a
little something, you know?
Let's say, uh, two
million dollars.
- I don't have that kind
of cash on hand.
- Bullshit, Reyes.
A little friendly advice,
don't fuck with me right now.
I got you by the short hairs,
pal,
and I'm about to start pluckin'.
- How can I be sure that you--
- You can't.
- All right.
All right.
One of my men will meet
you with the money--
- I'll tell you when,
and I'll tell you where.
[can thwacking]
Ciao!
[slap thwacking]
[birds chirping]
[tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff sighs]
[objects rattling on floor]
[tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff laughing and sighing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone rattling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[boot thwacking]
- [Lujan] Cliff?
- That's right, yeah, listen,
Lujan.
I wish to report a crime.
- [Lujan] Really?
- Yeah!
Somebody broke into my
hotel room at the Boulevard.
- [Lujan] Hmm.
- Yeah, it's an awful mess.
All of my clean shirts
got wrinkled.
Did you find what you
want, you son of a bitch?
- It doesn't cost
anything to try.
- [chuckles] Well, my friend,
you see,
that's where you're wrong.
Reyes already bid two million,
but I'm raising the price
'cause you pissed me off.
- Ah, come on, Cliff!
- How about 2.5?
- Cliff [sighs], that's
getting too expensive.
- Tough shit!
Listen, you get it up by
eight o'clock,
or you're gonna miss the
chance of a lifetime.
[phone rattling]
[pleasant violin music]
- Oh [sighs], I knew you
would come back to me!
- Where's Bailey, Lola?
- He'll be back.
A drink?
- Yeah, fine, fine.
- Mm-hmm.
[Cliff sighs]
- Lola, forget the drink.
Turn that up.
[pleasant violin music]
- This special report from Miami
courtesy of USA Network News.
- Drug Enforcement
Administration agents
today raided this building,
arresting five men and seizing
nearly 500 pounds of cocaine
worth an estimated $7 million.
Kathy Heron in West Palm Beach--
- Come on, keep it down,
would ya?
- [Kathy] This is the
home of Carlo Maranetti,
the Cuban mafia boss
arrested this afternoon--
- Silencio!
[violin rattling]
- [Kathy] Has moved a
copyrighted story
by correspondent Janet Meade--
- Oh, Lenny, you son of a bitch!
- Maranetti to Gonzalo Reyes,
alleged to be the largest
cocaine
exporter in South America.
- Dammit, Janet!
[phone rattling]
[phone ringing]
[swing creaking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[muffled telephone ringing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone line buzzing]
[phone rattling]
- Cliff!
- Lola, when Bailey gets back,
I want you to tell him
to stay put and straight
till he hears from me,
all right?
[footsteps clacking]
[door rattling]
Marcelo?
[tense synthesizer music]
Marcelo?
[ominous and tense
synthesizer music]
Marcelo?
- Cliff, look out!
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
- When we didn't find
the stuff in your room,
I figured Marcelo had
it after all.
I was wrong, nobody's perfect.
Let's go!
[strike thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
If you won't tell me
where those papers are,
then I'll enjoy finding out!
- Fuck you.
[strike cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
- Taxi!
[tires screeching]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[door clanking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[water dripping]
[footsteps clacking]
[water dripping]
[metal rattling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[Cliff gasping]
[Cliff sighs]
[slap cracking]
[Cliff gasping over tense and
menacing synthesizer music]
- Get up!
- [Goon] Vamos!
[kick thwacking]
[Cliff gasping]
[chair rattling]
[Cliff gasping]
[strike cracking]
[kick thudding]
[footsteps clacking]
[tires screeching]
[footsteps clacking over
tense synthesizer music]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[Janet gasps]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[gunshot cracking]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[man clacking down stairs]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[slap cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Okay, once more.
Where are those papers?
- I forget.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[water splashing]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
- Where's Hernando?
- I don't know.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[thug groans]
[plug clacking]
[switch clicking]
[electricity humming]
- Perhaps this will
help your memory.
[electricity humming]
[Cliff gasps]
[Cliff shouts in agony]
[electricity buzzing]
[Cliff shouting in agony
over electricity buzzing]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[strikes thudding]
[thug screaming]
[wood rattling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
- [gasps] Hernando!
Gringo Bailey, do you
know where I can find him?
- [Hernando] Come with me.
- Ah, no, another way.
- Yes.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strike cracking]
[Janet screaming and gasping]
- [Thug] Stupid asshole!
[doors crunching]
- Can you understand me?
[Cliff gasping]
- Yes [sighs].
[Cliff coughing]
- Look at this.
[water dripping]
Cliff, I give up, I'm
going to kill you.
Talk
[Cliff sighs]
or die.
[gun cocking]
- I'll talk.
[strike thudding]
[gunshots cracking over
tense synthesizer music]
Drop it!
Take those cuffs off.
Tell him!
[skin crunching]
[Lujan groans]
You tell him or I swear to
Christ I'll break it right off!
- Do as he says!
[Lujan groans]
[keys jingling]
[cuffs rattling]
- Come here, come on!
[Lujan groaning over
tense synthesizer music]
Now turn around.
[strike thudding]
Marcelo?
[keys jingling]
Get out!
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
Now!
[Lujan shouting]
[glass shattering]
[echoed groaning over
tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff sighs]
- Is this is the way that you
call a taxi in your country?
[tense synthesizer music]
- [Bailey] Sure, sure, when?
When for God, ho!
He just walked in,
thanks for calling, kid.
[phone rattling]
- Hey, look, we gotta talk.
[footsteps thudding]
- Did you have an accident?
- This was no accident.
[patrons chattering]
[door rattling]
- Que pasa?
[Lola gasps]
- Sorry, Lola.
- Oh, Cliff, uh, are
you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine, I just
need to use your room
for a couple of minutes, okay?
- Sure, sure, just a
few minutes, huh?
- Rapido, rapido!
Gracias!
[door thuds]
[Cliff sighs]
- His friend, uh, Hernando,
called.
Gomez has got Janet.
I'm sorry, Cliff.
- [sighs] Shit!
[rag thwacking]
[pack crinkling]
- No.
[Cliff sighs]
- Marcelo [sighs], I want
you to stay here
at least till tomorrow morning.
Keep an eye on him, would ya,
Bailey?
Franco at the Boulevard's
got my package
with all the stuff on Reyes.
Go ahead and take it, Marcelo,
it's yours.
Pick it up for him, would ya,
Bailey?
- Sure, Cliff.
- But Janet is in danger!
- Don't you think I know that?
[Cliff sighs]
Reyes ain't in the mood
to make no deals now.
There's only one way she's gonna
get out of this thing alive.
- What are you going to do?
[Cliff sighs]
- Inside that package,
Bailey, is an envelope.
It's got your name on it.
It's also got enough money
to get you out of Las Palmas.
I'm gonna need your pickup.
[keys jingling]
- It's in the alley, you
can use the back door.
- Thanks.
Anything else?
- Yes.
Good luck, my friend,
and thanks.
- Yeah.
- I'll see ya in the States.
- Maybe we'll have lunch.
[tense synthesizer music]
El Gringo Bailey.
- Sure.
- And the other
package in there,
I want you to make sure
that he gets it, all right?
Here, him and nobody else.
[bills crinkling]
- Right.
- Get me an outside line.
[phone rattling]
- Yes, Cliff.
- Yeah, I got what you want.
- [Reyes] And I've got
what you want, Cliff.
- [Cliff] Listen, you just
tell me when and where.
- At the refinery in two hours.
Tonight's shipment, it
goes out on schedule.
- I haven't finished
working on my plane.
- Take Cliff's plane, he
won't need it.
- You know what you are,
don't you?
- Yeah,
the winner.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun rattling]
- That old family heirloom, huh?
[gun rattling over
tense synthesizer music]
Thanks, Dad, I owe you one.
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[gun cocking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[zipper buzzing]
[urine pattering]
[gunshot whooshing]
[man thuds on truck]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
- [Janet] You bastard!
[punch thudding]
[Janet groans]
[Reyes grunts]
[Janet gasps]
- Sorry.
All set?
- As soon as I'm loaded up.
- [Reyes] Hey, you!
How much longer?
[man speaking in
foreign language]
[tense synthesizer music]
[man gasping]
[both grunting and gasping]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshot whooshing]
[man groans]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshots whooshing]
[man crunches to ground]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshots whooshing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[whistle screeching]
[engines rumbling]
- Enrique, what's the problem?
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
- Gomez!
- Cliff, he killed Enrique.
- Just find the son of a bitch.
[Janet gasps]
- [Gomez] He's
somewhere around here!
Turn off those goddamn lights!
[engines rumbling]
$10,000 to the man who
shoot him down!
- [Reyes] Cliff,
I know you can hear me!
You've got three minutes
to show yourself
or you and the bitch
can rot in hell!
- Come and get me, asshole!
- Kill him!
- Go get him!
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun cocking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[explosions rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[frogs croaking]
- Good evening.
We're gonna play a little game.
You repeat everything I
say, and I won't kill you.
Listen up.
Go on, listen up!
- [Soldier] Listen up!
- I found him.
- I found him!
- Everyone come here.
- [Soldier] Everyone come here!
[footsteps crunching]
- Vamos!
- Come on!
[footsteps crunching]
[tense synthesizer music]
Vamos, vamos!
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunfire rattling]
[men groaning over
rattling gunfire]
- I lied.
[gunfire rattling]
[engine rumbling]
[gunfire rattling over
tense synthesizer music]
[wood rattling]
[drums thudding to ground]
[flames whooshing]
[explosion rumbling]
[flames whooshing]
[men screaming over
whooshing flames]
[gunfire rattling]
[men screaming]
[gunfire rattling over
muffled screaming]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[gun cocking]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[metal clanging]
[gun cocking]
[gunfire rattling]
[explosion rumbling]
[gunfire rattling]
[men groaning]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunfire rattling]
[man groans]
[gunfire rattling]
[explosion rumbling]
[gun cocking]
[gunfire rattling]
[man shouting]
[gunfire rattling]
[drums clanging]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thwacking]
[man shouting over
buzzing electricity]
[Janet gasps]
[man screaming over
buzzing electricity]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun snapping]
[tense synthesizer music]
- $100,000, Gomez, for
you kill him.
- That's a lot of money.
[strike thwacking]
[Gomez gasping]
Well, you won't be able
to collect it.
[gunshot cracking]
[Gomez groans]
[Janet gasps]
- Drop your gun!
Drop it!
[crickets chirping]
[gun rattling]
[gunshot cracking]
[men grunting and gasping
over tense synthesizer music]
[punch thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strike whooshing]
[punch thwacking]
[men gasping and grunting
over tense synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes thuds to the ground]
[kick thwacking]
[Reyes groaning]
[men gasping over tense
synthesizer music]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes groans]
[punch thwacking]
[punch thudding]
[punch thwacking]
[men gasping and groaning
over tense synthesizer music]
[punch thudding]
[punch cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[punch thwacking]
[strike thudding]
[Reyes groaning]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes gasping and groaning
over menacing synthesizer music]
[knives crunching]
[bag rustling]
[Reyes gasping]
[muffled grunting over
menacing synthesizer music]
[Reyes gasping]
[muffled grunting]
[Reyes gasping]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[Cliff gasping]
[crickets chirping]
- All right, now you
shoot anything that moves.
Come on!
[footsteps crunching over
tense synthesizer music]
[fabric ripping]
[gunshot cracking]
[Reyes gasping over
menacing synthesizer music]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[lighter snaps]
[footsteps crunching]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[metal rattling]
[Reyes thuds to ground]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[metal thudding]
[bottles rattling
and shattering]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[glass rattling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[crickets chirping]
- [Janet] It's not gonna work!
- Like hell it's not!
[gunfire rattling over
rumbling explosions]
[explosion rumbling]
[flames crackling over
menacing synthesizer music]
[knob whooshing]
[switch clicking]
[engines rumbling]
[flames crackling]
[engine rumbling]
- You look like shit.
[expressive synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[rousing synthesizer music]
menacing synthesizer music]
[plane engine rumbling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[plane whooshing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbles to a stop]
[tense synthesizer music]
- What happened, Klausmann?
I got a message in Miami
to catch a ride back with Cliff,
why?
- You know why, Rikki.
You've been stealing from me,
Rikki.
You've taken a cut off
every shipment
for the last six months!
- That's bullshit, Reyes!
[tense synthesizer music]
You know it is.
- Finish it!
- You lying son of a
bit [gasps]!
[tense synthesizer music]
[knife squishing]
[tense synthesizer music]
- [Klausmann] Come on,
do something!
- I will.
Real soon, now.
- That's enough.
I want to talk to you
first thing in the morning.
- Yeah, you owe me money, Reyes!
[Reyes speaking
foreign language]
[engines rumbling]
[rhythmic Latin folk music]
[soldiers shouting]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[fabric ripping]
[dogs barking]
[man shouting in
foreign language]
[dogs barking]
[bag crinkling]
[dog barking]
[man gasping over
cracking strikes]
[dog barking]
[man gasps]
[liquid bubbling]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[man gasps]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[liquid bubbling]
[dogs barking over
tense synthesizer music]
[liquid bubbling]
[man gasping for breath]
- Get to work!
- [Man On PA] Get to work!
[birds cawing]
- There won't be an election.
- I hope.
- Still, with Marcelo stirring
up the students and workers,
there's bound to be strikes,
riots.
- And the generals will
have to step in.
- When the army takes over,
you'll need my cooperation.
Otherwise, your problems
are only beginning.
- I can take care of my
own problems.
You remember that.
- And you remember this,
Gonzalo.
Las Palmas is my territory.
- But you are on my
territory now, Lujan!
One word from me and
you are dead!
Your corpse will
fertilize the coca crop!
It will save us some horse shit.
[birds chirping]
[chair creaking]
Put the damn thing out!
Do you want to blow
us all to hell?
[cigarette hissing]
We will discuss this further
at the polo game, Mario, hmm?
- Of course, Gonzalo.
That is the way
gentlemen do business.
[footsteps clacking]
- How are you, Cliff?
- You owe me for the last
shipment, Reyes.
100 grand.
- How would you like
to make twice that much
in a few hours?
Marcelo Villalba.
A big mouth leader of
the Social Party.
He writes for a newspaper,
a little rag called El Diario.
A troublemaker.
- Yeah?
So what?
- You're going to kill him.
[Cliff scoffs]
- I don't think so.
- I'm ordering you.
- I fly for you, Reyes!
That's it.
Why don't you call Klausmann,
he's your trained
Doberman Pinscher.
- You don't have a choice.
I've got your plane.
- Oh, I'll get my plane.
And I'm also gonna get
all the money you owe me.
- [Reyes] And how do
you propose to do that?
- You just keep right on
fucking with me, Reyes,
and you'll find out.
[birds chirping]
[bag crinkling]
- [Klausmann] For this paste,
90 a kilo.
- Lujan pays 100.
- Forget Lujan, 90 a kilo.
- No sense in wasting
the trip, I'll take it.
[Bailey speaking
foreign language]
- Smart boy!
- People who sell to Lujan,
accidents happen to them.
- [chuckling] You're
an accident, my friend.
You can ask your mother.
Cliff, how're they hanging?
- What are you doing here?
[strike thwacking]
[Klausmann gasps]
- Rikki wasn't
ripping Reyes off.
You were, you and your pal,
Wilhelm.
When Reyes got suspicious,
you framed Rikki for the job.
[strike thudding]
[kick thudding]
[punch thwacking]
[Wilhelm thuds to ground]
Give me a ride to Urubamba?
- Yeah, well, hop in.
[engine rumbling]
- If he talks to Reyes,
you and I are dead!
Get to Urubamba.
- I take care of the bastard.
- He knows you.
You find Miguel, give him 5000.
- And what about Bailey?
- Get going, I will take
care of Bailey.
Oswaldo, Oswaldo!
[crowd chattering over
pleasant Latin folk music]
- Cliff, keep your pecker dry.
[metal clanging]
[engine rumbling]
[crowd chattering over
pleasant Latin folk music]
- Muchas gracias, senora.
- Take my Rolex, best
price anywhere.
- I got flake or rock,
take your pick.
- Jorge, come on!
- Hey, Gringo, look.
[gun clicking]
[gun cocking]
- No thanks.
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[foreign language chatter]
[hooves clopping]
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[slap thwacking]
- Cliff!
- Hey, Kenny.
- How you doin'?
- [Cliff] Still flying
for big bills.
- [Kenny] Still flying.
[crowd shouting]
[chickens clucking]
[crowd shouting]
[pleasant Latin folk music]
[arcade games beeping
and buzzing]
- Que tal, Cliff?
- Bien.
- How goes it, amigo?
- Remember those two
packages I gave you?
- Sure.
[arcade games buzzing]
- [gasps] I'm gonna need 'em.
- I'll fetch 'em
before you leave.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshot cracking]
[glass shattering]
[strike thwacking]
[glass shattering]
Goddammit, Cliff, that
window cost me 200 bucks,
special order!
[chickens clucking]
What am I supposed
to do with it?
- Make it into a lamp.
Picked the wrong mean
son of a bitch!
I don't like it when
people point guns at me.
Makes me a little
crazy [laughs].
- Hey Ace, buy a girl a drink?
[expressive synthesizer music]
Cliff?
- What are you doing here?
- What about that drink?
- Yeah.
Kinda thirsty.
[glasses thwacking on counter]
[crowd chattering]
- Yes?
Dammit!
- I'm surprised you even
bothered to look me up.
- Don't flatter yourself, Ace.
I've been here five
weeks already.
I'm on a story, six parts.
- Coke.
- Good guess.
[Cliff scoffs]
So, you still working for
Reyes, congratulations.
You must be very rich by now.
- Yeah, I get by.
- Maybe you can get me
an interview with him.
- [laughs] He and I
aren't exactly
on the best of terms
at the moment.
As a matter of fact, he
just sent me a message.
I sent it back.
Come on, I need a lift
into Las Palmas.
- I gotta talk to some
people first.
[crowd chattering]
- Fine by me.
[bottlecap tinging]
- Ah, take it easy, Ace.
[paper crinkling]
Call me.
[crowd chattering]
- Yeah.
Maybe I will.
[engine rumbling]
- Keep moving.
[tense synthesizer music]
- I never run over a good
looking broad.
It's against my religion.
- Give us a lift?
- I'll give ya a lift!
- Move this shitcan!
- Gimme the money!
[tense synthesizer music]
Don't even think
about saying it!
I hate it when guys say,
"What money?"
[tense synthesizer music]
- You are a stupid
son of a bitch.
[strike thwacking]
[gunshots rumbling]
[engine rumbling]
- So long, sucker!
[engine rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[crowd chanting]
[Cliff scoffs]
[Cliff sighs]
- What is it?
- It's an old family heirloom.
[crowd chanting]
[Franco speaking in
foreign language]
- Move it, out!
- Franco, put this stuff
somewhere safe for me,
you know what I mean?
- Mm, mas o menos.
- Mas o menos!
[Cliff sighs]
[chuckles] Suddenly, it all
becomes crystal clear, ey?
[crowd clapping and chanting]
- [MC] I give you the
leader of the Social Party,
Marcelo Villarba!
[crowd cheering]
[crowd chanting and cheering]
- The government of
the Social Party
will be a government
of the people,
and the first act of
our government
will be to stop
those responsible
for the exploitation
of the people!
[crowd cheering]
They allow the corrupters,
the parasite,
the bloodsuckers!
[camera snapping]
But we do not fear to
speak their names.
[crowd cheering]
Gonzalo Reyes!
[crowd jeering]
Gonzalo Reyes, a man who
has sold the very good name,
the very soul of our nation
for a handful of cocaine
and a fistful of dollars!
[crowd shouting]
Mario Esujer Lujan!
[crowd shouting]
[tense synthesizer music]
[soldier speaking in
foreign language]
Mario Lujan, who auctions
off of the laws of our nation
to the highest bidder!
[guns rattling]
Mario Lujan, our valiant
Chief of the National Police!
[footsteps clacking]
We will make some federal
constables move!
We will exterminate the
knightly generals,
the coke leaders!
[crowd shouting]
The germs that feed on our
nation's pride!
[tense synthesizer music]
[crowd shouting]
[placard thwacking]
[crowd shouting over
tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps thwacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[bag thwacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[man shouting]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[doors crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[door crunching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[men groaning]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Out, get out, come on!
[tense synthesizer music]
Come on, quit it, get
out from there!
Come on, woof woof!
Come on, come on you!
Move it!
[tires screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[gunshots cracking]
[bullets tinging]
- Marcelo!
[engine rumbling]
- Forget it!
[tense synthesizer music]
[doors crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching over
tense synthesizer music]
[engines rumbling]
[wood rattling]
- Turn!
[tires screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[car crunching]
[metal crunching and rattling]
[Marcelo sighs]
[Marcelo chuckles]
[gasps] It won't go well for you
if Lujan's people find me here.
- Just keep still.
[doorbell buzzing]
[sighs] Cliff!
- [sighs] Oh, maybe
expecting somebody else?
So, this is where an American
reporter lives in Las Palmas.
- [Janet] Si.
- Very nice!
- [Janet] This is Marcelo.
- Yeah, I know, I heard
his speech this evening.
- [Marcelo] And?
- You didn't get very far.
- Maybe another time, you have
a chance to hear the rest.
- Maybe.
- Take care, Marcelo.
[lips smacking]
- Perhaps we'll see
each other again.
[footsteps clacking]
[tense synthesizer music]
- All right.
[phone rattling]
[footsteps clacking]
Senor Reyes?
It was Wilhelm on the phone.
He shadowed Cliff to
a house in Las Palmas.
10 minutes after Cliff
went in, Marcelo came out.
- Cliff!
The double-crossing
son of a bitch!
What the hell is he
trying to pull?
- He's crazy, and there
is only one cure
for that sort of craziness.
- Marcelo is a friend.
He's one of the good guys.
- I thought all you reporters
were supposed to be neutral.
[photo thwacking]
- Captain Coke!
- [scoffs] You know I don't
have to take this anymore.
- Sit down.
[Cliff sighs]
Sit down, you're giving
me a stiff neck.
[pack crinkling]
Dear old Cliff.
[lighter snapping]
[expressive piano music]
I got it in Caracas off some
kid in the street, two bucks.
I wonder where he stole it from.
[expressive piano music]
I thought you'd like it.
- I keep it because it
helps me remember.
- You played so tough back then.
You didn't need anybody.
- [laughs] I needed you.
Just never could seem to
find the words to tell you.
[expressive piano music]
[lips smacking]
Problem?
- Uh-huh.
- Still the same old Cliff?
- That's the problem.
- [sighs] Yeah.
[door rattling]
[sighs] You may never
see me again.
- I loved you, Cliff, I just
despise what you're doing.
I still do.
[lips smacking]
[door creaking]
[footsteps clacking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[chains rattling]
[tires screeching]
[Cliff thuds onto hood]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[Wilhelm gasping]
[engine rumbling]
[Wilhelm shouts]
[car crunching]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
What happened?
[fire crackling]
- Somebody took a wrong turn.
[fire crackling]
[birds chirping]
- Wilhelm is dead.
- Goddammit!
- I was wrong!
- [speaking foreign language],
hmm?
- And make it right!
- [Man On Phone] Miami.
[door rattling]
- [sighs] Yes, Cliff,
get me Mario, would ya?
Listen, they had Rikki killed!
Yeah, that's right, so
you think you can get him
on the damn phone?
Thank you!
[sighs] Frank, now, Frank,
I need to,
what, what are you talkin'
about, Frank?
Frank, for, for Christ's sake,
I got it stickin' out, and
you wanna break it off!
You, well, Frank, I'm
the one that's down here!
Eh, Frank, Frank, would
you listen to me first.
Frank, I'm in too deep,
it's goin' down now!
[phone rattling]
[Cliff sighs]
[phones ringing]
- It's set, 20 minutes.
- Great, where?
- I'll let you know
when we get there.
But here's ground rule
number one, Ace,
I get first shot at the story.
[crowd murmuring]
First shot!
[phones ringing]
There's Marcelo now.
[engine rumbling]
[window creaking]
Cliff?
- Yeah.
- Are you all right?
- Hmm?
Oh yeah, yeah.
[paper crinkling]
Great [sighs].
[sighs] Did I tell you
that Reyes offered me
200,000 bucks to kill that guy?
Let's go.
[door crunching]
[footsteps clacking]
- [Janet] Marcelo.
- Hello.
[lips smacking]
- How would you like to
nail Reyes to the wall?
- I'd like that very much.
- Merry Christmas.
[paper crinkling]
[paper rustling]
[Marcelo gasps]
- [Janet] What is it?
- A list of Reyes'
partners in Miami.
A few of the Cubanos, and so on.
- [Janet] Let me see.
- Names, dates, places, mierda!
Where did you get this?
- [Cliff] Oh, I collected
it in my spare time.
Every young boy needs a hobby.
- [Marcelo] There's
enough evidence here
to put this man away!
Reyes will have no customers.
[papers crinkling]
- Reyes will need no
customers, Reyes'll be dead.
These men don't fool around!
- Are you giving this to me?
- [laughs] No, no, no-no-no-no.
This is my insurance policy.
As long as I've got it, he
can't afford to kill me.
What you get is a story.
- What about me?
[muffled shouting]
[footsteps clacking]
- All right, uh, Marcelo,
I think you should have--
- What about me?
- Janet, look, this thing
is not over yet.
When I get through with
these papers,
you can have 'em.
Do anything you want to them.
Write your goddamn story!
But until I give you
the green light,
it's my game, my court,
and my rules.
You got it?
- Are you finished?
- Yeah.
- I'm in.
- Marcelo?
- What do you want me to do?
- Uh, here, print that on
the front page
of your newspaper tomorrow.
I'll take it from there.
Adolfo, how are you doing?
[muffled thudding]
[Cliff sighs]
- Cliff, aw!
[pleasant keyboard music]
Cliff, you never asked for me,
Cliff.
- No one's asked for
you since 1962, Chica!
- You slut!
- At your service, from
five to five.
- It's a new floor show, Cliff.
How do you like it?
[pleasant keyboard music]
- Great, me gusta.
You, uh, have a little accident,
did ya?
- Well, it was no accident.
- No, no thanks. Bailey,
don't you think you're getting
a little bit too old
for this line of work?
Maybe you oughta quit,
move back to the States.
- You're late!
You little creep!
- Oh, my darling!
- I hope you brought
me something!
[pleasant keyboard music]
- So how's your, uh,
your buddy Lujan doing?
- Lujan's been firing up
the army boys,
and they wanna run the
whole shebang.
[muffled rustling]
- Why don't you give them
a call for me?
- Aw, you creep!
[whip cracking]
Stand up!
[whip cracking]
Heel!
Come on!
- I like to see a girl
who enjoys her work.
Cliff, I got a few bad
habits, but I ain't dumb.
I know what happened with Rikki.
That information is
cheap in this town.
I got a feeling there's a,
there's a shitstorm coming down.
Huh, I don't wanna get
caught in the middle.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I oughta quit.
- Maybe I can help you out.
[crowd murmuring]
- Bring me the telephone, Chica.
- Dial this, chico.
- [growls] That's the best
telephone booth in Las Palmas!
[lips smacking]
[both chuckling]
- Miami, International Press.
Si, gracias.
Lenny?
- Your men find what was
left of Wilhem last night?
- What do you know about that?
[ping pong ball clacking]
- Oh, not much,
tried to kill me.
I wouldn't let him.
[ping pong ball clacking]
- You know I could arrest
you for murder?
- Yeah, but you wouldn't
do that to me.
I'm afraid you'll kiss me
on both cheeks
and award me the
Croix de Guerre.
How'd you like to put
Reyes in a hole
he'll never climb out of?
- Lenny, listen to me now.
This is totally embargoed
until I give you the word.
Do you hear me?
- Why would you help me?
- [scoffs] For the money,
'cause I'm holding an auction,
and you're gonna wanna bid.
- Could I?
- Oh, yeah.
You'll know the first thing
in the morning, my friend.
I'll be in touch.
Yeah, get him on the phone,
would ya?
Listen, you know who this is,
asshole,
so just get him on the
damn phone, all right?
A-ha, Reyes [chuckles]!
You know, I've been
feeling a little bad
about our relationship lately.
We don't seem to be
getting along,
so I decided to send you
a little love letter.
That's right.
Why don't you take a look
at the cover of El
Diario tomorrow.
[phone rattling]
- Cliff?
- [Cliff] Hmm?
[Cliff sighs]
- Why did you fly for Reyes?
- Uh, researching my
autobiography.
- Oh, yeah, what's it called?
- God Is My Copilot.
[Cliff laughs]
- You owe me some answers.
Cliff, what are you doing?
- My job.
You remember when Rikki and I
bought into that air
taxi service?
- Sure.
And Gonzalo Reyes Jr. was
one of your regular charters.
I thought--
- You thought that I was
suckin' up to the kid
so that I could make
some real money
flying coke for his old man,
right?
[lighter snapping]
- You're DEA.
- You're right, undercover.
[Cliff snickers]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because you never asked me.
[liquid bubbling]
[chuckles] Come on, Janet!
You know I couldn't tell you.
[Cliff sighs]
[glass clanging]
- What happens now?
- [scoffs] Well,
according to the agency,
nothing happens now.
[sighs] I've been
pulled off the case
until after the elections.
- Oh, there won't be
any elections.
Lujan will see to that.
- Not if I can see to
Lujan first.
- This is just like
Marcelo said.
They sit around playing politics
and Reyes keeps sucking
his country dry.
- He's filling our
country full of shit.
- He's got to be stopped.
- Stopped, hell, he's
gotta be destroyed.
[sighs] Looks like I'm elected.
- Got my vote.
- Hmm.
[cigarette hissing]
You know, uh, I wasn't
quite finished with that.
[Janet gasps]
- Yeah, you were.
[expressive synthesizer music]
[Janet gasping]
[hooves clopping]
[tense synthesizer music]
- You goddamn bastard!
[paper thwacking]
- Cliff, it's Senor Reyes.
- Yeah, well, tell him to
hold his water.
- [Franco] Just a moment, Mr.
Reyes.
Just a moment, please.
- Franco, here, I want
you to put this
back to bed for me, okay?
Yeah.
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone rattling]
Hello?
- We should talk this over,
Cliff.
Reasonably, like men.
- Like men [chuckles]?
What I want you to keep in mind,
Reyes,
is that I set myself
up a deadfall.
Anything happens to me, you're
gonna be swimmin' in shit!
- Cliff, don't do anything
we'll both regret.
Can you come out?
Two o'clock.
- Okay, I'll meet you
at two o'clock.
- Yes, that's fine.
[tense synthesizer music]
- Yes, Cliff, of course.
Very interesting!
Six o'clock this evening.
Yes, yes, I'll be in touch.
Ruiz, stakeout the men
across the street
from the Boulevard Hotel.
I want to know as soon as
the Americano Cliff goes out.
- Yes, my general.
[birds chirping]
[sheep bleating]
[engine rumbling]
- Come out!
[engine rumbling]
[door crunching]
[engine rumbling]
[tires squealing]
[punch thwacking]
[gun clangs to ground]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Uh-uh, no fighting in
front of my place.
It scares the customers.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun thwacking]
You keep giving me guns, Cliff.
Maybe I ought to open a
shop on the side.
- Why don't you just make
it into another lamp?
[door crunching]
[engine rumbling]
[bell clanging]
[men shouting over
clopping hooves]
[bats thwacking over
playful synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
Klausmann's afraid I'm
gonna tell Reyes
he was ripping him off.
[engine rumbling]
- Maybe you should set
his mind at ease.
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[horn beeping]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires squealing]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[tires squealing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[water splashing]
[engines rumbling]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[players shouting over
playful synthesizer music]
- Fine.
[players chattering]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
[metal crunching]
[engines rumbling]
[metal crunching]
[tires screeching]
- All right, now!
[metal crunching]
Get closer.
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
[Klausmann gasps]
[engines rumbling]
All right, Klausmann!
[Cliff gasps]
[Klausmann shouting desperately]
[metal crunching and crashing]
[explosion rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[fire crackling over
tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
It's all right, Reyes
is expecting me.
Open up.
- Who is she?
- My Aunt Irene from Odessa.
I promised her I'd show her
the sights, now come on!
- Smartass, huh?
[engine rumbling]
[players shouting]
[engine rumbling]
[players chattering over
tense synthesizer music]
[camera snapping]
[Reyes shouting]
[camera snapping]
[whistle screeching]
[camera snapping]
[horse whinneying]
[camera snapping over
tense synthesizer music]
- It's over!
[whistle screeching]
[tense synthesizer music]
[camera snapping]
Who are you?
- My name is Janet Meade,
Senor Reyes.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm a reporter,
International Press.
I'd like to speak with you
about certain--
- La camera!
[horse sighs]
- Wait a minute, Senor Reyes,
I'm here for a
legitimate interview.
- You want an interview?
- Si.
- Okay, interview Rosita,
she was Miss San Pedro 1983.
[birds chirping]
- Goddamn reporters, huh?
[scoffs] Oh, by the
way, I killed Klausmann
on the way over here,
I hope you don't mind.
So how's Gonzalo Junior doing?
Is he still knockin' up gringas
at the University of Miami?
- Leave my son out of this.
- All right, all right.
I just thought that, uh,
maybe Maranetti's men
might wanna look him up.
[birds chirping]
[footsteps crunching]
[can snapping]
[Cliff chuckles]
- What do you want?
[liquid bubbling]
- I want my plane and
the money you owe me.
- Ah, 100,000?
- [chuckles] No,
that was before.
The price has gone
up since then.
See, your boys have had two
shots at me already, Reyes.
Then there's Rikki, I
kind of like the idea
of his folks getting a
little something, you know?
Let's say, uh, two
million dollars.
- I don't have that kind
of cash on hand.
- Bullshit, Reyes.
A little friendly advice,
don't fuck with me right now.
I got you by the short hairs,
pal,
and I'm about to start pluckin'.
- How can I be sure that you--
- You can't.
- All right.
All right.
One of my men will meet
you with the money--
- I'll tell you when,
and I'll tell you where.
[can thwacking]
Ciao!
[slap thwacking]
[birds chirping]
[tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff sighs]
[objects rattling on floor]
[tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff laughing and sighing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone rattling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[boot thwacking]
- [Lujan] Cliff?
- That's right, yeah, listen,
Lujan.
I wish to report a crime.
- [Lujan] Really?
- Yeah!
Somebody broke into my
hotel room at the Boulevard.
- [Lujan] Hmm.
- Yeah, it's an awful mess.
All of my clean shirts
got wrinkled.
Did you find what you
want, you son of a bitch?
- It doesn't cost
anything to try.
- [chuckles] Well, my friend,
you see,
that's where you're wrong.
Reyes already bid two million,
but I'm raising the price
'cause you pissed me off.
- Ah, come on, Cliff!
- How about 2.5?
- Cliff [sighs], that's
getting too expensive.
- Tough shit!
Listen, you get it up by
eight o'clock,
or you're gonna miss the
chance of a lifetime.
[phone rattling]
[pleasant violin music]
- Oh [sighs], I knew you
would come back to me!
- Where's Bailey, Lola?
- He'll be back.
A drink?
- Yeah, fine, fine.
- Mm-hmm.
[Cliff sighs]
- Lola, forget the drink.
Turn that up.
[pleasant violin music]
- This special report from Miami
courtesy of USA Network News.
- Drug Enforcement
Administration agents
today raided this building,
arresting five men and seizing
nearly 500 pounds of cocaine
worth an estimated $7 million.
Kathy Heron in West Palm Beach--
- Come on, keep it down,
would ya?
- [Kathy] This is the
home of Carlo Maranetti,
the Cuban mafia boss
arrested this afternoon--
- Silencio!
[violin rattling]
- [Kathy] Has moved a
copyrighted story
by correspondent Janet Meade--
- Oh, Lenny, you son of a bitch!
- Maranetti to Gonzalo Reyes,
alleged to be the largest
cocaine
exporter in South America.
- Dammit, Janet!
[phone rattling]
[phone ringing]
[swing creaking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[muffled telephone ringing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[phone line buzzing]
[phone rattling]
- Cliff!
- Lola, when Bailey gets back,
I want you to tell him
to stay put and straight
till he hears from me,
all right?
[footsteps clacking]
[door rattling]
Marcelo?
[tense synthesizer music]
Marcelo?
[ominous and tense
synthesizer music]
Marcelo?
- Cliff, look out!
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
- When we didn't find
the stuff in your room,
I figured Marcelo had
it after all.
I was wrong, nobody's perfect.
Let's go!
[strike thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
If you won't tell me
where those papers are,
then I'll enjoy finding out!
- Fuck you.
[strike cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
- Taxi!
[tires screeching]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[door clanking]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[water dripping]
[footsteps clacking]
[water dripping]
[metal rattling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[Cliff gasping]
[Cliff sighs]
[slap cracking]
[Cliff gasping over tense and
menacing synthesizer music]
- Get up!
- [Goon] Vamos!
[kick thwacking]
[Cliff gasping]
[chair rattling]
[Cliff gasping]
[strike cracking]
[kick thudding]
[footsteps clacking]
[tires screeching]
[footsteps clacking over
tense synthesizer music]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[Janet gasps]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[gunshot cracking]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[man clacking down stairs]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[slap cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
- Okay, once more.
Where are those papers?
- I forget.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[water splashing]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
- Where's Hernando?
- I don't know.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[thug groans]
[plug clacking]
[switch clicking]
[electricity humming]
- Perhaps this will
help your memory.
[electricity humming]
[Cliff gasps]
[Cliff shouts in agony]
[electricity buzzing]
[Cliff shouting in agony
over electricity buzzing]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[strikes thudding]
[thug screaming]
[wood rattling]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
- [gasps] Hernando!
Gringo Bailey, do you
know where I can find him?
- [Hernando] Come with me.
- Ah, no, another way.
- Yes.
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[strike cracking]
[Janet screaming and gasping]
- [Thug] Stupid asshole!
[doors crunching]
- Can you understand me?
[Cliff gasping]
- Yes [sighs].
[Cliff coughing]
- Look at this.
[water dripping]
Cliff, I give up, I'm
going to kill you.
Talk
[Cliff sighs]
or die.
[gun cocking]
- I'll talk.
[strike thudding]
[gunshots cracking over
tense synthesizer music]
Drop it!
Take those cuffs off.
Tell him!
[skin crunching]
[Lujan groans]
You tell him or I swear to
Christ I'll break it right off!
- Do as he says!
[Lujan groans]
[keys jingling]
[cuffs rattling]
- Come here, come on!
[Lujan groaning over
tense synthesizer music]
Now turn around.
[strike thudding]
Marcelo?
[keys jingling]
Get out!
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[tires screeching]
Now!
[Lujan shouting]
[glass shattering]
[echoed groaning over
tense synthesizer music]
[Cliff sighs]
- Is this is the way that you
call a taxi in your country?
[tense synthesizer music]
- [Bailey] Sure, sure, when?
When for God, ho!
He just walked in,
thanks for calling, kid.
[phone rattling]
- Hey, look, we gotta talk.
[footsteps thudding]
- Did you have an accident?
- This was no accident.
[patrons chattering]
[door rattling]
- Que pasa?
[Lola gasps]
- Sorry, Lola.
- Oh, Cliff, uh, are
you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine, I just
need to use your room
for a couple of minutes, okay?
- Sure, sure, just a
few minutes, huh?
- Rapido, rapido!
Gracias!
[door thuds]
[Cliff sighs]
- His friend, uh, Hernando,
called.
Gomez has got Janet.
I'm sorry, Cliff.
- [sighs] Shit!
[rag thwacking]
[pack crinkling]
- No.
[Cliff sighs]
- Marcelo [sighs], I want
you to stay here
at least till tomorrow morning.
Keep an eye on him, would ya,
Bailey?
Franco at the Boulevard's
got my package
with all the stuff on Reyes.
Go ahead and take it, Marcelo,
it's yours.
Pick it up for him, would ya,
Bailey?
- Sure, Cliff.
- But Janet is in danger!
- Don't you think I know that?
[Cliff sighs]
Reyes ain't in the mood
to make no deals now.
There's only one way she's gonna
get out of this thing alive.
- What are you going to do?
[Cliff sighs]
- Inside that package,
Bailey, is an envelope.
It's got your name on it.
It's also got enough money
to get you out of Las Palmas.
I'm gonna need your pickup.
[keys jingling]
- It's in the alley, you
can use the back door.
- Thanks.
Anything else?
- Yes.
Good luck, my friend,
and thanks.
- Yeah.
- I'll see ya in the States.
- Maybe we'll have lunch.
[tense synthesizer music]
El Gringo Bailey.
- Sure.
- And the other
package in there,
I want you to make sure
that he gets it, all right?
Here, him and nobody else.
[bills crinkling]
- Right.
- Get me an outside line.
[phone rattling]
- Yes, Cliff.
- Yeah, I got what you want.
- [Reyes] And I've got
what you want, Cliff.
- [Cliff] Listen, you just
tell me when and where.
- At the refinery in two hours.
Tonight's shipment, it
goes out on schedule.
- I haven't finished
working on my plane.
- Take Cliff's plane, he
won't need it.
- You know what you are,
don't you?
- Yeah,
the winner.
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun rattling]
- That old family heirloom, huh?
[gun rattling over
tense synthesizer music]
Thanks, Dad, I owe you one.
[tense synthesizer music]
[footsteps clacking]
[gun cocking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[zipper buzzing]
[urine pattering]
[gunshot whooshing]
[man thuds on truck]
[tense synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
- [Janet] You bastard!
[punch thudding]
[Janet groans]
[Reyes grunts]
[Janet gasps]
- Sorry.
All set?
- As soon as I'm loaded up.
- [Reyes] Hey, you!
How much longer?
[man speaking in
foreign language]
[tense synthesizer music]
[man gasping]
[both grunting and gasping]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshot whooshing]
[man groans]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshots whooshing]
[man crunches to ground]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunshots whooshing]
[tense synthesizer music]
[whistle screeching]
[engines rumbling]
- Enrique, what's the problem?
[engines rumbling over
tense synthesizer music]
- Gomez!
- Cliff, he killed Enrique.
- Just find the son of a bitch.
[Janet gasps]
- [Gomez] He's
somewhere around here!
Turn off those goddamn lights!
[engines rumbling]
$10,000 to the man who
shoot him down!
- [Reyes] Cliff,
I know you can hear me!
You've got three minutes
to show yourself
or you and the bitch
can rot in hell!
- Come and get me, asshole!
- Kill him!
- Go get him!
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun cocking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[explosions rumbling]
[tense synthesizer music]
[frogs croaking]
- Good evening.
We're gonna play a little game.
You repeat everything I
say, and I won't kill you.
Listen up.
Go on, listen up!
- [Soldier] Listen up!
- I found him.
- I found him!
- Everyone come here.
- [Soldier] Everyone come here!
[footsteps crunching]
- Vamos!
- Come on!
[footsteps crunching]
[tense synthesizer music]
Vamos, vamos!
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunfire rattling]
[men groaning over
rattling gunfire]
- I lied.
[gunfire rattling]
[engine rumbling]
[gunfire rattling over
tense synthesizer music]
[wood rattling]
[drums thudding to ground]
[flames whooshing]
[explosion rumbling]
[flames whooshing]
[men screaming over
whooshing flames]
[gunfire rattling]
[men screaming]
[gunfire rattling over
muffled screaming]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[gun cocking]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[metal clanging]
[gun cocking]
[gunfire rattling]
[explosion rumbling]
[gunfire rattling]
[men groaning]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gunfire rattling]
[man groans]
[gunfire rattling]
[explosion rumbling]
[gun cocking]
[gunfire rattling]
[man shouting]
[gunfire rattling]
[drums clanging]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strikes thwacking]
[man shouting over
buzzing electricity]
[Janet gasps]
[man screaming over
buzzing electricity]
[tense synthesizer music]
[gun snapping]
[tense synthesizer music]
- $100,000, Gomez, for
you kill him.
- That's a lot of money.
[strike thwacking]
[Gomez gasping]
Well, you won't be able
to collect it.
[gunshot cracking]
[Gomez groans]
[Janet gasps]
- Drop your gun!
Drop it!
[crickets chirping]
[gun rattling]
[gunshot cracking]
[men grunting and gasping
over tense synthesizer music]
[punch thudding]
[tense synthesizer music]
[strike whooshing]
[punch thwacking]
[men gasping and grunting
over tense synthesizer music]
[strike thudding]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes thuds to the ground]
[kick thwacking]
[Reyes groaning]
[men gasping over tense
synthesizer music]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes groans]
[punch thwacking]
[punch thudding]
[punch thwacking]
[men gasping and groaning
over tense synthesizer music]
[punch thudding]
[punch cracking]
[tense synthesizer music]
[punch thwacking]
[strike thudding]
[Reyes groaning]
[punch cracking]
[Reyes gasping and groaning
over menacing synthesizer music]
[knives crunching]
[bag rustling]
[Reyes gasping]
[muffled grunting over
menacing synthesizer music]
[Reyes gasping]
[muffled grunting]
[Reyes gasping]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[Cliff gasping]
[crickets chirping]
- All right, now you
shoot anything that moves.
Come on!
[footsteps crunching over
tense synthesizer music]
[fabric ripping]
[gunshot cracking]
[Reyes gasping over
menacing synthesizer music]
[tense and menacing
synthesizer music]
[lighter snaps]
[footsteps crunching]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[metal rattling]
[Reyes thuds to ground]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[metal thudding]
[bottles rattling
and shattering]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[glass rattling]
[menacing synthesizer music]
[crickets chirping]
- [Janet] It's not gonna work!
- Like hell it's not!
[gunfire rattling over
rumbling explosions]
[explosion rumbling]
[flames crackling over
menacing synthesizer music]
[knob whooshing]
[switch clicking]
[engines rumbling]
[flames crackling]
[engine rumbling]
- You look like shit.
[expressive synthesizer music]
[engine rumbling]
[rousing synthesizer music]