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Are you awake?

No.

What time is it?

Two o'clock.

Almost two o'clock.

AM or PM?

You're not serious.

Not entirely.

It's afternoon.

I know.

What time is your flight?

7:40 to Amsterdam.

I haven't seen you for two weeks,

and you're leaving
again this evening?

I know. I'll be gone for
just a few days.

God, you're a sexy woman.

What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.

They're going to take me
out of here on a gurney.

Tell me something sexy.

I want you to put
your hand up my dress.

But you're not wearing a dress.

What does that
have to do with it?

It's something you
like for me to say.

I know. But it has to
be real, doesn't it?

Why don't you just tell me what it
is that you want me to do to you?

I want you to touch me.

You want me to touch you where?

I want you to touch
me down there.

You do?

I really do.

Say it more sexy.

I want you to touch me.

Are you wet?

Yes.

You really are.
Yes.

God, you're sopping-

I know.

How did you get yourself
into such a state?

From thinking about you.

From thinking about me, what?

From thinking about your
sweet face between my legs.

Wait, wait, wait.

I think I should go tidy up.

I don't want you to.

Slow, slow, slow.

How do you know how to do that?

From hanging out
with really nasty girls.

You've ruined me, you know that?

I hope so.

God, you have the most luscious
pussy in all of Christendom.

Did you know that?

Tell me what to do.

You know what to do.

Tell me.

What if I shock you?

Too bad.

I want you to
finger-fuck me.

What?

You heard me.

I can't believe you said that.

Believe it

You're reached a whole new level
of depravity, haven't you?

I thought it didn't mean
that much to girls.

Depends on the girl.

I want you to stick
your finger up me,

and find my spot,
and push on it.

My God!

God, you are luscious.

My God!

Illegals!

Welcome to the United States.

Do you like it because it
reminds you of somewhere else?

That's not why I like it.

I like it for itself.

It doesn't have
to be like something else.

No.

Do I remind you of someone else?

Yes, you do.

Someone you miss?

Someone who is dead.

I don't think I miss things.

I think to miss something is to
hope that it will come back.

But it's not coming back.

I've always known that
since I was a girl.

You don't think
that's a bit cold?

I think truth
has no temperature.

There it goes.

Follow me, please.

Good morning.

I want her to have something that

she won't be
uncomfortable wearing.

I don't want to give her
a diamond so big,

she'd be afraid to wear it.

She is probably more
courageous than you imagine.

Is this a pillow?

No, it's an Asscher.

Look at the corners.

Let's put it in the grading box.

The pillow has a slight arc
to the sides.

It is a modern version
of the old-mine cut.

Let's look at the color.

Put it table-side down.

So you're looking
through the pavilion?

Yes, there's more
to look through.

It appears to be yellow.

It's nitrogen that
gives it the yellow.

The colors start with D.
A D-stone has no color.

So, what am I looking at?

H.

Is that still a good color?

That's a very good color.

The truth is that
anything you can say

about the diamond is
in the nature of a flaw.

A perfect diamond would be
composed simply of light.

Do you see the inclusion?

No.

It is small, what we
would call a feather.

Yes.

I think I see it.

So, it is graded what?

A VS1.

Some might grade it higher.

You might grade it higher.

You like this stone?

I like that stone.

How many carats is it?

3.9.

It's expensive.

Tell me what you see.

Remember,
you're not looking for merit.

This is a cynical business.

We seek only imperfection.

This is a 5-carat stone.

Tell me what you see.

The culet seems big.

Crown and pavilion don't fit.

The girdle comes out crooked.

Very good.

But there is no perfect diamond.

"En este mundo nada es perfecto
as my father would say.

You're Sephardic.

Yes.

Do you know Spain?

I do.

And Spain me.

At one time, I thought she
would return from the grave,

but that is not to be.

Every country that has driven out the
Jews has suffered the same fate.

Which is?

You don't want to hear.

We should talk stones.

The most valued stone
is the red diamond

from the Argyle Mines,
so very rare.

I've seen two in a long life.
A prize almost beyond belief.

I do want to hear.

Well, I have to say,

there's no culture, save for
the Semitic culture, there.

The last known culture
before that was the Greek,

and there will be no
culture after, nothing.

That's a bold claim.

The heart of any culture is to be
found in the nature of the hero.

Who is that man who is revered?

In the classical world,
it is the warrior,

but in the Western world,
it is the man of God.

From Moses to Christ,
the Prophet, the Penitent.

Such a figure was unknown to the
Greeks, unheard of, unimaginable.

Because there is only a man
of God, not a man of gods.

And this God is
the God of the Jewish people.

There is no other God.

We see him...
What is the word?

Purloined.

Purloined in the West.

How do you steal a God?

The Jew beholds
his tormentor dressed

in the vestments
of his own ancient culture.

Everything bears
a strange familiarity.

The fit is always poor, and the
hands are always dripping blood.

That coat? Didn't that
belong to Uncle Haim?

What about the shoes?

Enough. I see your look.
No more philosophy.

The stones themselves
have their own view of things.

Perhaps they are not
so silent as you think.

They were piped
up out of the earth

in a time before
any witness was.

But here they are.

Let me show you.

This is a cautionary stone.

Although, I suppose
every diamond is cautionary.

A cautionary diamond.

Of course, why not?

It's not a small thing to wish
for, however unattainable...

to aspire to the stone's
endless destiny.

Isn't that the meaning
of adornment?

To enhance the beauty
of the beloved...

is to acknowledge
both her frailty,

and the nobility
of that frailty.

We announce to the darkness...

that we will not be diminished
by the brevity of our lives.

That we will not
thereby be made less.

You will see.

Afternoon, sir.
Thank you.

Looking good, Counselor. Chris.

How you doing?

Good.

Where's Reiner?

He's in there.

You don't have
to worry about it.

But who paid for it?

I put the credit card down.
So, obviously, I paid for it.

You paid for it?
I don't care.

But you like it?

I do like it.

I've never been to Barbados. Are
all the ladies as sexy as you?

It's a steaming pit
of sexual abandon.

I don't believe you.

Well, it used to be.
I left.

Come in.

Good morning, Counselor.

Good morning.
Malkina.

Hola, guapo.

How's Laura?
Incredible.

That sounds about right.

Nice lady, nice lady.

I assume that she's not privy to
your newest business venture.

She's not.
And your lady?

"" what?

I don't know what she knows.
I don't want to know.

You don't trust her?

Jesus, Counselor.
She's a woman.

I don't mean to sound that cold.

I just mean that, where men are
concerned, they've got their own agenda.

I always liked smart women. But it's
been an expensive hobby, you know?

Do you know what all that stuff is?

Mostly,

Anything I don't know, I can ask her.
Which worries me even more.

You never told me what happened

with you and
the lovely Clarissa.

Ms. Clarissa of the
extraordinary body.

She used to go
around with no bra.

Those firm nipples in
her blouse or T-shirt.

I think in the end,
it was jealousy that undid us.

Jealousy?

She was getting
more pussy than I was.

Is that true?

I think so.
Probably,

I have to say that for
a girl who liked girls,

she took an extraordinary
interest in the male member.

She sucked on it so hard it
finally corrected my vision.

She left me for this
good-looking black woman.

Had a boyfriend. Played for the Oilers.
Nice chap. Nice chap.

We met once for drinks
at this club in Dallas

to discuss our mutual plight.

He was taking it rather
poorly, I have to say.

Women do better, don't they?

Maybe they have
more practice at it.

Well, my guess
is that in most cases,

if you still have the woman
you're weeping over,

you'll be weeping harder.

So, is this place secure?

Who knows?

I don't speak in arraignable
phrases anywhere.

There's a scrambler on
the phone, but still,

there's a lot of
smart people out there.

Of course, anybody who
thinks he's the smartest...

is on his way to the slam.

Would that be me?

No, no.

Although, I have to
say that I always thought

a law degree was
a license to steal...

and that you, for one, hadn't
really capitalized on it.

You're not the straight dude
people think though, are you?

I guess not.

I don't mean the caper, I mean you.
Women like you.

All right.

Do you know what
they like about you?

I'm a good fuck?

Right!

No, they can sniff out
the moral dilemma.

The paradox.

"Moral dilemma."

They're drawn to it.
Not sure why.

Maybe it's just that lacking
any moral sense themselves...

they're fascinated by it in men.

Men are attracted to flawed
women, too, of course...

but their illusion
is that they can fix them.

Women don't want
to fix anything.

They only want
to be entertained.

The truth about women is you can

do anything to them
except bore them.

Well...

there's nothing about Laura
that I would want to fix.

Maybe not.

Do you think she knows
things about me

that I don't know about myself?

Jesus, Counselor, I'm not even sure
what sort of question that is.

Okay.

If you pursue this road
that you've embarked upon...

you will eventually
come to moral decisions

that will take you
completely by surprise.

You won't see it coming at all.

I don't intend
to take this up as a trade.

One-time deal, right?

Which you've heard
a thousand times.

No, but a few.

What usually happens is that
after a couple of deals...

they know more than you do and they
set up shop across the street.

And how does that
work out for them?

Not well.

So, that would be a moral issue.

Not for me.

Or for your associates.

Well...

They have a real aversion to
mixing business with pleasure.

Do you know what a bolito is?

No.

A bolo is one of those
skinny neckties...

or one of those things
you throw in Argentina.

Right.

No. In this case,
it's a mechanical device...

and it has this
small electric motor...

with this rather
incredible compound gear

that retrieves a steel cable.

Battery-driven.

And the cable is made
out of some unholy alloy

almost impossible to cut it.

And it's in a loop.

And you come up behind the guy
and you drop it over his head...

and you pull the free end of
the cable tight and walk away.

No one ever even sees you.

And pulling the cable
activates the motor

and the noose
starts to tighten...

and it continues to tighten
until it goes to zero.

It cuts the guy's head off.

Well, it can.

There's nothing he can do.

No.

Jesus.

How long does it take?

Three, four minutes, five maybe.

It depends on your collar size.

You're shitting me.

No, no, no.

It's just that
there's no easy way

to turn the thing off,
or reason to.

It just keeps running until the
noose closes completely and then...

it self-destructs.

Actually, you're probably dead
in less than a minute.

From strangulation?

No.

The wire cuts through
the carotid arteries...

and then sprays blood
all over the spectators...

and everybody goes home.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Think about it, Counselor.

So where does all this
beheading shit come from?

You never used to see that.

I think it's blown
in here from the East.

Meaning the East?

You put nine Mexicans
and an Arab in a room,

and give them each $100,
and come back in a few hours,

who do you think is gonna
be holding the grand?

So you gearing up to do business
with them down the road?

The Arabs?

No, no.

Why's that?

Because they don't
need your money.

Do you have a dog?

Do I have a dog?
Yes.

No, ma'am.

I don't have a dog.

Okay.

These are for me.

For you?

Yes, ma'am.
It's a diet.

A diet?

See, I probably shouldn't
even be telling you this.

I mean, I've tried
a couple of times,

and I gotta say,
it works pretty good.

I mean, you don't really eat.

When you get hungry, you just
pop a couple of these bad boys.

I carry a baggy full
around with me.

Last time,
I lost 27 pounds in 30 days.

I'd pretty much
recommend it to anybody.

These diets you read about.
I know this works.

I mean, but of course, like anything
else, you gotta use your head.

Time before,
I woke up in the hospital.

But you just gotta
keep your mind

on your business
like anything else.

If you wanna lose weight,
this is it.

After a few days, you don't
even want anything else.

I'd absolutely
recommend it to anybody.

But you said you
woke up in the hospital.

What happened? Did you get a
systemic reaction or what?

No, ma'am, it wasn't
anything like that.

I was sitting in the street licking
my balls, and a car hit me.

Take care now.
You hear?

What?

Well, too bad.

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.
Thank you.

I have something to
discuss with you...

and I'm a bit scared.

Have you been bad?

No.

Actually, I don't have that
much to discuss, so...

let me just give you this...

and tell me what you think.

Will you?

Don't leave me hanging, here.

Yes, I will!

Try it.

What, you didn't know?

I knew...

but I was scared anyway.

That's good.

It's so beautiful.

You are a glory.

I'm a glory?

Yes.

As in "glorious."
You're a glorious woman.

And you're a man
of impeccable taste.

Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

You can't take it back.

Here.

I intend to love you until I die.

Me first.

Not on your life.

That's a nice ring.
How many carats is it?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

You've gotta be kidding me.

No, I don't know.

Let me see it.

No, take it off.

It's a 3.5 carat.
Maybe 3.8.

It's a nice stone.
It's Asscher cut.

Thank you.

Good color.

Probably an F, or a G.

Nothing visible,
so at least a VS2.

Wanna know how much it's worth?

No.

You really don't, do you?

I really don't.

So, have you set a date?

Not yet.

I really want to get married in the Church.
And he's okay with that.

He was married before, so I
thought that would be a problem.

But the Church doesn't recognize
other marriages, so...

Are you nervous?

A little bit.

Sometimes I am.

So, you're a church lady?

I go.
It's important to me.

And what about confession?

Well, maybe not so much.

Does the priest
ever ask you about sex?

He doesn't ask, but you're
supposed to tell him everything.

And all the nasty shit you did...

you're just supposed
to pretend like

you're never gonna
do it again, right?

I guess.

Strange.

And suppose you've done
something really nasty?

He doesn't press you
for the details?

I don't think so.

You're blushing.

Okay, we can change the subject.

We'll talk about my sex life.

You're teasing.

Just rattling your cage.

What a world.

Do you think
the world is strange?

I meant yours.

- Hello?
- Reiner, are you there?

Counselor.

I think I'm in.

You can't think, Counselor.
You're in or you're out.

All right, I'm in.
And thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

I won't say, "I hope you know what
you're doing" because you don't.

But, money problems
are serious problems.

You keep telling yourself it's
not as bad as it appears...

and then one morning,
you realize it's worse.

Am I close?

My back is against
the fucking wall, man.

I believe you.

Do you have the cash?

I'll have it Thursday.

All right.

I'll call Westray and set it up.

Counselor.
Westray.

It's not dark
enough in here for you?

That's a dandy.
What happened?

Confrontation with a doorman.

"Confrontation"?

Jesus.
What did you say to him?

I think I told him that he was
not to take it personally...

but he should go fuck himself.

What did he say to that?

He said, "I'm gonna hurt
you, white person."

What will you have?

I'll have a Heineken.

Make it two.

I didn't know you
got into donnybrooks.

I don't.

Anyway, it was
in another country.

And besides, the wretch is dead.

No, but I sent a pair of reliable
chaps to speak with him.

Bloody expensive, too.

You surprise me.

Counselor,
I'm just a middle man.

I know the smallest
crumb can devour us.

You learn not to let anything pass.
You can't afford to.

I should keep that in mind.

You might keep that in mind.
So, fire away.

All right.
What do you do with the money?

What do I do,
or what does one do?

What do you do?

Mine goes offshore.

We can talk about it if you like,
but you can't use my people.

All right.

Okay.
Let me make a call.

All right.

What else?

You seem unsettled.

I'm all right.

What's the buy-out
for this whole deal?

Net net?

Net net.

It's hard to put
a cold dollar on it.

You don't know what your
expenses are up front.

It's 625 kilos, goes for about
$50 an ounce in Colombia.

And the street value in Dallas
can go as high as two grand.

Is that where it's going?
Dallas?

No, it's going to Chicago.
Don't write that down.

We're probably
looking at 20 million.

Maybe a little more.

It's 21,900 ounces.

Good return on your investment.

Did you do that in your head?

No, I remembered it.

But I know someone who could
do that in their head.

I'll bet you're right.

If you're not in,
you need to tell me.

I'm all right.

It's just not our people.
You got the money guys.

You gotta get money in dollars into
Mexico, and you gotta get it out.

To do that,
you need a corporation.

You can't go
through the US banks.

And even then, you have to
have someone on the inside.

You'd be surprised at the people

who are in this business,
very surprised.

You have a corporation?

No, of course not.
You just pay the points.

The other option
is cash, of course.

That's an even bigger headache
for all the obvious reasons.

The biggest issue is not that your guy
is gonna fall for some pole dancer

and go south with a
million of your duckets.

The biggest issue
is someone is gonna

figure out who he is
and what he's up to.

Here we go.

No, you're good.

Thank you.

Well, cheers.

A plague of pustulant boils
upon all their scurvid asses.

Is that your normal toast?

Increasingly.

So, if the drug wars stop...

this will dry up, right?

Let's just say,
it will be more than risky.

That's the thing
Reiner doesn't seem to get.

You may have
noticed his lifestyle

has become increasingly lavish.

I've noticed.

I don't set foot in his clubs.
And I miss the bastard.

We used to share
a taste for exotic women.

In fact, a few times
shared the women themselves.

That wouldn't include the
present one, would it?

Now, why would you ask me that?

No reason. Sorry.

The answer is no, of course.
The civil answer.

Butlsee a murky picture forming
in that mind of yours.

How well do you know Malkina?

Not very well. Why?

Because you don't know someone
until you know what they want...

is why.

I'll try and remember that.

Good.

And Reiner?

Reiner.

Reiner is beyond advising.

Reiner thinks
nothing bad can happen.

And he's in love.

You two are going
to open a new club?

Is that all right?

Sure. Why not?
What the fuck.

Do you know how many people were
killed in Juárez last year?

No. A lot.

I think 3,000 is a lot.

This is a different species,
Counselor.

They will rip out your liver
and feed it to your dog.

Jesus, Westray.

Let me ask you. Who do you think
killed all those young girls

before
the so-called drug wars?

I don't know. Nobody knows.

"Nobody knows"?

No.

Come on, Counselor.
Hundreds of girls,

thousands, most likely.
Follow the money.

If you have so much cash that you're
insulating your house with it,

and you've bought all the
clothes, and the cars,

and the guns you can
find a place to put,

and you're morally depraved
beyond all human recognition,

what then do you
do with your money?

Why do they kill them?

Who knows? Fun, snuff films. You'll
see those will start turning up.

Anyway, what do you
do with a 15-year-old

you just ravaged in
some heinous manner?

Do you think the drug lords
hired kidnappers

to keep them supplied
with young girls?

I think they have kidnappers
on full retainer.

I should keep that in mind, too.

I can't advise you, Counselor.

But you are advising me.

I just need you to be sure
that you're locked in.

Because I don't know...

Maybe I should tell you what Mickey
Rourke told what's-his-face.

That's my recommendation anyway,
Counselor. Don't do it.

"This arson is
a serious crime."

And so is this.

I guess I'm a little
taken aback at the

cautionary nature
of this conversation.

Good word,
"cautionary."

In Scots law, it defines
an instrument in which

one person stands as
surety for another.

As surety.
Yes.

Sounds a bit primitive.

It is.

The problem being, of course...

is what happens when the surety
becomes the more attractive holding?

What about you?

I can vanish in a heartbeat
with my money. Can you?

Truth is, Counselor, I can walk
away from all of this in a second.

And I mean all of it.

You're not gonna believe this, but
I'm going to tell you anyway.

I think about my life.

I can live in a monastery.

Scrub the steps, clean the
pots, try some gardening.

You're serious.

Very.

Why don't you?

In a word? Women.

I've seen it all, Counselor.

It's all shit.
It's all shit.

I'll be in touch.

Counselor?

You want to know why Jesus
wasn't born in Mexico?

No, Why?

Couldn't find three wise men
or a virgin.

And, Counselor, here's
something else to consider.

The beheadings and the mutilations?
That's just business.

You gotta keep up appearances.

It's not like there's some
smoldering rage at the bottom of it.

Let's see if we can guess who
it is they really want to kill.

I don't know.
Who?

You, Counselor.

You.

Did you bring cigarettes?

They treating you well?

Peachy.

You've got a preliminary
hearing on the 17th.

What size dress do you wear?

I wear a five.

What about shoes?

Five?

Hat?

What?

What size hat?

A hat?

I don't know what size hat.

What the fuck do
I need a hat for?

A hat?
You're shitting me.

Yes.

You're a smartass.

You had me going
there for a minute.

So, you gonna get me
something sexy to wear?

No.

You'll probably have me looking
like a fucking schoolmarm.

How about a businesswoman?

Some business.

All right.

What was it you
wanted to tell me?

My kid is in jail.

Boy.

Where?

Fort Hancock.

What was he doing
in Fort Hancock?

He was coming to see me.

What's he in jail for?

Speeding.

Speeding?

Son of a bitch.

What, he couldn't pay the fine?

He had $12,000 on him,
but they took that off him.

How did you find this out?

He called.

What else is he charged with?

I don't know.

Some other stuff.

And how fast was he going?

206.

206.

What is that, "206"?

That's not a speed.

That's somebody's weight,
or a time of day.

You're telling me he was going
206 miles an hour? In what?

On that Jap bike of his.

Listen, if you could get
his money back...

he could pay the fine
and get out of there.

He's not getting his money back.

How much is the fine?

$400.

Jesus.

I don't guess you
would spring for it.

Christ, $400?

All right.

"All right" what?

All right, I'll get him out.

Thanks. I owe you.

Yes, you do.

How about a blowjob?

You would still owe me $380.

Damn, but you are a smartass.

I know.
You bring it out in me.

Lighten up, Ruthie.

Don't call me that.

I hate that name.

I don't even like "Ruth."

Take care, Ruth.

Guard.

Pull over.

How are you doing?

Get this thing out of here.

You got it.

Go.

Sorry.
I got held up.

How are you, man?

You see a place like this in the cold
light of day, it looks pretty seedy.

But you get the right lighting
in here...

and some music,
some good-looking girls...

and it's a whole other world.

Jesus.

We're looking
for cash flow here.

So, how soon do you think?

Two weeks.
Three, max.

Are you gonna
keep the dance floor?

A dance floor takes
up a lot of space...

but you try and chat
up a girl at a bar...

she's supposed to
tell you to fuck off.

She doesn't want to
look like a bitch.

But, you ask a chick to dance...

well, you got a better shot.

You know Peterson, right?

Sure.

Do you know
he speaks Portuguese?

No.

His family was from Brazil.

So this cousin of
Peterson shows up,

and we are all out
here on Saturday night.

And the cousin is
asking Peterson,

"How do you say,
'May I have this dance?"'

Only we get wind of it.

And we shut Peterson up and we are
coaching him on how to say it.

Repeat after me, "I want
to eat your pussy. " Right?

And we work with him till
he's pretty much got it down.

"I want to eat your pussy."
And we send him off.

He's this kind of
elegant-looking guy anyway.

So he goes off across the room,

and he picks out this really,
really great-looking girl.

And he stands in front of her, gives
her this little bow, and says,

"I want to eat your pussy."

And of course,
the table gets pretty quiet,

and the girl looks up at him
and says, "What did you say?"

And he says it again. A little
bow, "I want to eat your pussy."

And she stares at him
for a minute

and then looks
over to see past him,

and of course, hears these
three guys across the room

all hugging each other and just
weeping, weeping with merriment.

So she gets up, and she takes
Peterson's cousin by the hand,

and she takes him out
to this van in the parking lot

and proceeds to
fuck his brains out.

He's gone for an hour. We don't
know what the hell is going on.

And finally,
she leads him back in,

and gives him
this big, sexy kiss,

and she looks over at us to
make sure we're all watching,

and sends him back to the table.

Well, we're going nuts, nuts.

Peterson is trying to get
the story out of him,

and he's jabbering away,

and we're like, "What's he saying?
What's he saying?"

It's the whole thing. It's blowjob.
It's the works, the works.

Jesus, we're just
fucking flabbergasted.

And we are just sitting there
staring at each other.

And after a while,
Peterson gets up

and looks at us,
and off he goes.

He crosses the floor
to where this

cool-looking girl is
sitting by herself.

And he gives her a little bow

and announces that he
wants to eat her pussy.

Well, of course.

Well, this time, the husband is
coming out of the men's room.

And he's about,
I don't know, 11 feet tall.

This guy hit him so hard that
he came out of his loafers.

He came out of his loafers.

So Peterson is lying dead on the
dance floor in his socked feet...

Anyway,
they called an ambulance,

and they hauled Peterson
off to the hospital,

and he's got a concussion
and a broken jaw.

Jesus.

What did you guys do?

Nothing. We left.

We had enough fun
for one evening.

Anyway, the other big
space-eater is the bandstand.

I think what I'm gonna do
is take the wall out...

and get rid of the hallway,

I think that Will do it.

All right.

I'll talk to my guy and it
should take two or three days.

That's my boy.

There he is.

I won't be able to get what the
kid is saying. Is that okay?

We don't care what
the kid is saying.

Did you get it?

It's not much.

That's okay.

Keep your eye on him.

I am.

This guy doesn't read
the fucking newspapers.

I know.

Could you see what it was?

Nope.
But it's in the helmet.

It's in the helmet.

Yes?
We got him.

Good. Stay with him,
and call me back in an hour.

Come here.

Well, Counselor,
how are you making it?

I'm all right.

Is this your lady?

It is.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Me and the Counselor
go back a ways.

We do, I'm afraid.

Don't be afraid.

Hell, I'm okay with everything.

Are you okay with everything,
Counselor?

I am if you are.

See, now, ain't he just
the best son of a bitch?

All right, Tony, let's go.

How long have you known
this guy, petunia?

- Long enough.
- Long enough.

Maybe you should listen
to your lady friend.

Is that what you do, Counselor?

Pretty much.

Does he keep you entertained?

None of your business.

Because you look to me
like you might get bored easy.

Tony, let's go.

Tony, I'm leaving.

Hell, Counselor, keep your seat.

You don't have to get up for me.

See, petunia, the Counselor has a
way of sullin' up like a possum...

when he don't get his own way.

I'm going to say
you probably noticed it.

But that ain't
really the problem.

The real problem is...

his thin skin makes
it okay in his eyes

for you to wind up
under the bus.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Anyhow, that's how I see it.

You take care now, you hear?

Baby!

Who was that?

It's an old client.

It goes with the territory.

I'm sorry.

Hi.

"Hi"?

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

And?

How long has it been
since your last confession?

Well, I've never been before.

This is my first.

Are you Catholic?

No.

Then I cannot
give you absolution.

I know...

but I just wanted to tell
somebody what I had done...

and I thought, "Why not go to
a professional?"

Have you thought about
taking instructions?

That's not something
I do very well.

I mean, in order to
become a Catholic.

Then you could confess...

and you will be
forgiven for your sins.

What if they're unforgivable?

Nothing is unforgivable.

Well, I haven't killed anybody,
but I've been pretty bad.

Look, we have people here
waiting to go to confession...

so, I'm sorry.

They can wait.

I did.

Who did you talk to about this?

Why did I talk to somebody?

You said
"Bless me, Father."

Well, I asked a friend but she
didn't know I was gonna do it.

So we're done here then?

I haven't told you my sins yet.

I don't want to hear your sins.
There would be no point.

Were you baptized?

I don't know.
It's possible.

Your parents never told you?

I never knew my parents.

They were thrown out of a helicopter
into the Atlantic Ocean...

when I was three.

Listen...

you don't have to do
the whole forgiveness thing.

All you have to do is listen.

To the sins.

Women tell you
about sex, don't they?

I can't talk about that.

But every woman who
goes to confess tells you...

that she's an adulterer or
fornicator or something...

or why else would she be there?

So you must have a very
unusual picture of women.

You must think that they're
just having sex all the time...

You really need to go now.

If you don't leave, I leave.

Wait, where are you going?

I wasn't finished.

I know.

I just wanted to
hear your voice.

I really miss you.

I really miss you.
I miss you so much.

You know what else I miss?

Don't go there.

Are you sure?

You're just glowing
with sexual health?

Is that bad?

No.

I love it.

Do you miss me?

Yes.

Bad. Badly.

You haven't been taking liberties
with your person, have you?

No.

You couldn't touch it
with a powder puff?

Do you remember
the night we met?

Yes, the airport parking lot.

Did you know I would
do it that night?

Did I know you would
do it with me?

Of course.

Why there?

I don't know. I thought it would
be exciting, like in high school.

I remember asking you
if you were all right,

'cause you were
gasping like an asthmatic.

My goodness.
Is this phone sex?

I wish you were here with me.

I know.

Life is being in bed with you.

Everything else is just waiting.

I love you very much.

I love you so much.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't know.

Women have funny
ideas about sex.

They're supposed
to be so modest.

Let me tell you,
when they get it

in their heads how
they want to fuck...

they're like a freight train.

Sign here.

The things I've
learned about women.

Fuck.

About half of it
I would like to forget.

I'm not sure if I follow you.

What is it you would like
to forget, for instance?

You don't want to know.

Sure I do.

I don't know. Let's talk
about something else.

Here.

Just pull up your socks
and tell me.

I don't know.

What is it you would
like to forget?

All right.

I would like to forget about
Malkina fucking my car.

What?

See?

What did you just say?

I said I would like to forget
about Malkina fucking my car.

I think.

What the hell are
you talking about?

Do you remember
that yellow California I had?

Sure. Nice car.

Very nice car.

Anyway, this was a while back,
not that long.

We'd been getting it on for a
while, and we came back one night.

We were staying
up at Cloudcroft.

We drove out on a golf course
and parked.

And we're sitting there, talking...

and for no particular reason
that I could see...

she slides off her knickers...

and hands them to me
and gets out of the car.

I asked her what
she was doing...

and she says,
"I'm going to fuck your car."

All right.

Leave the door open.

So...

she goes around and climbs up
on the hood of the Ferrari...

and pulls her dress up
around her waist...

and spreads herself
across the windshield

in front of me
with no panties on.

And she's had this Brazilian
wax job, you know?

Don't even think
I'm making this up.

You can't make
this up, all right?

I mean, she was a dancer.

So, she does this full split...

and then she starts rubbing
herself up and down on the glass.

Then she leans down
to see if I'm watching.

Like, no, I'm sitting there
reading my email.

And she kisses me upside down.

And then she tells me
that she's going to come.

I thought, "I'm losing my fucking mind.
That's what's happening here. "

It was like one of those...

one of those catfish things.
You know? One of those...

One of those
bottom-feeders you see

going up the side
of the aquarium...

sucking its way up the glass.

I mean, it was, I don't know...

hallucinatory.

You see a thing like that,
it changes you.

Jesus.

Tell me about it.

Did she...?

Did she what?

Did she come?

Sure,

Finally she climbs down
and she comes around...

and she gets in the car
and shuts the door.

I hand her her knickers,
she puts them in her purse...

and she looks at me to see
what I thought about that.

What I thought about it?

Well, I don't know
what I thought about it.

I mean, I still don't.

It was too gynecological
to be sexy. Almost.

But mostly,
I was just fucking stunned.

And I asked her if she had
ever done that before...

and she said she had done everything
before. And I believe her.

So she starts the engine
and turns on the lights,

but the windshield
is so smeared,

and I didn't have
anything to wipe it with.

And she, of course, suggested
that I get out and lick it off.

But I tried the wipers,

and naturally, the windshield
washer thing doesn't work,

because Italians don't really
believe in that sort of thing.

And finally, I took off my socks

and got out of the car
and used them.

Do you think she knew what kind

of effect this might
have on a guy?

Jesus, Counselor, are you kidding?
She knows everything.

You don't think this is
an odd thing to tell me?

I think it is an odd thing.

No, I mean,
why is it okay to tell

a thing like that
about somebody...

Somebody I'm banging?

Come on, Reiner.

Okay, I don't know,
you're probably right.

Maybe I wanted to see
what you would say.

Maybe there's more to it than that.
Maybe I'm scared.

You're scared?

Probably, Sometimes...

she scares the shit out of me.

Because of that? No, not that.
But...

You're in love with her.

I don't know what I am.

I guess
I'm in love with her, but...

you don't think
that's cause for worry?

It's like being in love with...

easeful death.

Well, I don't know what it is
that you're trying to tell me.

I know.

Does this have anything
to do with the deal?

I don't know.

You're right.

I shouldn't have told you.

Just forget it.
Forget it.

Forget it?

How do you propose I do that?

Jesus, Counselor, how do I know?

Just forget it.

I gotta go.

Sir, may I help you?

Nope.

Are you there?

Anything?

He's coming.

I hear him.

All right, let's do it.

Jamie, come in.

Are we okay?

We're good.

Hi.

Hi.

I had a dream about you.

Did you?

Very strange. I woke up, and I
could still remember the dream,

but I could not remember
why it was so disturbing.

You know?

I just wanted to call
and see if you were all right.

Are you superstitious?

I don't think so.

No more than the next person.

And who would that be?

Excuse me?

The next person.

You're not gay, are you?

No, of course not.

I shouldn't have called.

I know you think
my world is naive.

But is that so bad,
to have hope?

I don't know.
I can't advise you.

I know.

You should be careful
what you wish for, angel.

You might not get it.

I know.

Do you?

Yes, I do.

Good.
I'll see you at the club.

Do you know which truck it is?

It's got Arizona plates.

Do you know how it goes?

It's color-coded.

Red to red.

Green to green.

Black to black.

See if it will start.

Wait a minute.

This thing has
got a switch on it.

Try it now.

Counselor.

We've got a problem.

Are you there?

I'm here.

How bad a problem?

Let's say pretty bad.

And then multiply it by 10.

Fuck.

Meet me in the atrium
at the Coronado.

Coronado? When?

Now.

We can start getting used
to our new lifestyle.

Morning.

Morning.

Have you seen the paper?

Nope.

Do you know who
the Green Hornet is?

The Green Hornet?
Yes.

He's a cartoon character.

He's a biker.

Shit.

All right, what?

Is he in custody?

It's in the paper.

What has he done?

You don't know
anything about this?

About what?

Like I said, it's in the paper.

He had no ID on him?
No.

No head either.

What the hell is this?

I was hoping you would tell me.

I had a call from
our business partners.

They wanted to speak with you.

It seems the deceased
was working for them.

Now the shipment is missing...

and all they have to go on is
that he was a client of yours.

Client?
He wasn't a client.

You got him out of jail.

That doesn't make him a client.

It was a speeding ticket,
for Christ's sake.

Jesus.

I am perfectly
willing to believe

you had nothing
to do with this...

but I am not the party
you need to convince.

Convince of what,
for Christ's sake?

That this is just
some sort of coincidence.

They're a pragmatic lot. They
don't believe in coincidences.

They've heard of them,
they've just never seen one.

So, what happened
to the shipment?

I asked them that.

And?

They sand, "Se fue. "

It's gone?

Jesus.

Does his mother know? I guess she does.
I need to call her.

That is probably
not a good idea.

Why?

She said she's going
to have you killed.

Sweet Jesus!

Sorry about that. What
can I get you to drink?

Hemlock.

I'm sorry?

I'll have an OJ and a coffee.

He'll be having a double Maalox
and a side of Oxycontin.

Just bring us the two coffees.

And my OJ.

How did you wind up with her?

The mother?

Yes, the mother.
The mother of all mothers.

Court appointment.

It's an appeal. One of
Ferguson's fucked-up deals.

Look, they can't hook me onto
this thing, mother or no mother.

Well, I don't know what the kid
told her, or what she told the kid.

But at this juncture, I would
avoid trying to explain myself.

What do they think I
would do with this shit?

They don't know.
They don't care.

They think everybody
is hooked into something.

You need to think
about this, Counselor.

These people are out 20 mil.

Do you understand
how serious this is?

They think we're all involved,
don't they? Reiner, too?

What do you think?
You fucking genius.

Have you ever seen a snuff film?

No. You?

Would you?

I would not.

Because the consumer
of the product

is essential to its production.

You cannot watch without
being accessory to a murder.

Will there be anything else?

No, thank you.

Do you know somebody
who's seen one?

Yes, I do.

He said the young girl was looking
into the camera, crying...

when her head was lopped off.

Think about that
the next time you do a line.

I don't do drugs.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Because what follows,
I would hope

would be beyond your
powers of imagination.

They let a figure in, wearing
only a hood with eyeholes...

to address himself to the
headless and quivering corpse.

Which, you must remember, was selected
because of her youth and beauty.

And all of this,
he has paid for.

So, what do you think that cost?
Ballpark?

Jesus.

God.

The point, Counselor...

is that you may think
there are things that

these people are
simply incapable of.

There are not.

Counselor, I don't know
what you should do.

But at this point,
it's out of your hands.

What about you?

I've known this day was
coming for a long time.

Do I regret what I've done?
That's sophomoric.

I should've jumped ship a
long time ago, and I didn't.

So, what happens next?

I'm going to go find a nice,
quiet place,

and sit down and
think about this.

I would suggest you do the
same, but I know you won't.

If you think,
Counselor, that you can

live in this world
and be no part of it...

then all I can say
is you're wrong.

It's not that you're
going down, Counselor...

it's what you're
taking down with you.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm terribly sorry
to bother you...

but my phone is out
and it's my kid's birthday.

May I please use your phone
for just a minute?

Sure.

Thank you.

Where are you?

I can't call you
on my cell anymore.

Now, listen to me. Go home and
wait for me there, I'll call you.

I'll explain everything later.

I love you.

I'll call you later. Okay.

Thank you.

I hope you didn't call China.

Have a nice day.

You, too.

Fuck.

Switch off the engine.

They're not cops.

These guys are cartel.

Switch off your engine!

Go check it out.

No problems.

Got to go.

Bodies on the road.

You talked to him.

I talked to him.

I don't feel comfortable here.
Can we go somewhere else?

Sure.

Come on.

You think I know something you don't,
Counselor? What would that be?

I don't know what "how bad" means.
Bad is bad.

Westray thinks we're fucked.
"We"?

All right.
I suppose I could ask you

if you've got a rat
in your pocket.

You're not serious.

Well, when was the last time
you tried to call him?

Yesterday. Why?

Why?

Because I couldn't
reach him now, all right?

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

What are you?
I don't know.

That's what Westray said.
But he did know, didn't he?

What are you going
to use for money?

I've got some money.
I don't think so.

If you had any serious
money, you wouldn't

be in this jackpot
in the first place.

I might.

Well, I know why I'm in it.
Do you?

Sure. Same as you.
Greed.

No. You got in trouble.

I tried to appeal to your
greed two years ago.

No deal.
Now, it's too late.

It's too late.

What do you think I should do?

I don't know, Counselor.
I don't know.

They know that you're stupid.

They just don't know how stupid.

You say that like
it's my hole card.

Maybe it is.

Suppose you could sit
down and have a chat

with these guys,
what would you say?

I'd tell them the truth.

You're just a fucking wonder,
do you know that?

Go ahead.
Go ahead what?

With the truth.
I'd like to hear it.

I'd tell them that
I never even met this kid.

That I got him out of jail
on a speeding charge.

Okay, how did he
happen to hire you?

He didn't. I got him out of
jail as a favor to his mother.

How do you happen
to know the mother?

I was appointed by
the court to represent her

in an appeal on
a capital murder case.

Do you know what her son did
for a living?

No.

But you do now.

I do now.

And would it please you to tell

the court what
that occupation was?

How did I get in court?

I thought I was
talking to cartel guys.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, I was
giving you the easiest way out.

Very funny.

Well, probably not.

I'm really worried, baby.

It's going to be all right.
I'll take care of it.

Don't worry.

Can't you meet me someplace?

I can't right now.

That's not possible
that you can't.

God, I miss you.

Meet me.

We really have to be careful.

How bad is it?

How bad is it?

All right, where?

How about Boise?

Boise?

Boise.

Why Boise?

What's wrong with Boise?

Have you ever been to Boise?

No, have you?

No.

Do you have a hotel?

I'm looking as we speak.

Tomorrow.

Boise.

Boise.

I'll leave you a message
at the Delta counter.

Okay.

Baby, I'm so sorry.
I'll set this straight.

I know.

I love you.
I love you.

Be safe.

So...

where do you think this
is going, mi capitan?

This?

Yes.

I can't really take
your question seriously.

It's going where it's going.

Well, either you think
it's all going to work out...

or you don't want
to think about it at all.

Because the third alternative
is unacceptable?

Yes.

The excluded middle.

I don't like
decisions made for me.

But if you put them off, waiting
for the maximum information...

that may be what happens.

You think there's
still space enough

to make the decision,
and then there isn't.

"Space."

Greed really takes you
to the edge, doesn't it?

That's not what greed does.
That's what greed is.

When the axe comes
through the door...

I'll already be gone.
You know that.

That's fair enough.

You're in trouble.

Probably.

I don't want to lose you.

There.

I know.

Are you hungry?

I'm starving.

Fuck. Fuck!

Shit!

Intercept him!
We want him alive!

Got it!

Fuck.

No!

What the fuck did you do?

Do you know where Reiner is?

Nope.

He doesn't answer his cell.

And the phone at the club
is no longer in service.

Where are you?

I'm at home.

I'm surprised to hear
you're still there.

Well, I won't be in an hour.

An hour.

Where are you?

I'm not at home.

What am I supposed to do?

What are you,
a mental defective?

I can't advise you,
Counselor. Call a cab.

Listen...

if your definition of a friend is
someone who will die for you...

then you don't have any friends.

I gotta go.
You take care.

No!

Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad!

Dad! Dad!
Dad! Dad!

Dad!
Dad!

Dad!
What?

Are you all right here, sir?

Sorry?

Can I bring you something?

Would you do something for me?

Yes, sir.
Of course.

Here's my card.

I'm a guestat the hotel.

What I wish you
would do for me is go

to the desk and see
if I have any messages.

I know you're wondering
why I don't go myself,

but I've bothered
them so much...

I think they're beginning to figure
me for some sort of nutcase.

Sure. I'm afraid
they'll stop looking.

You got it.

Abogado Hernandez?

I need your help.

Can I come see you?

No problem. Tomorrow.

Thank you.

Upstairs.

All right.

I have made the call.

You understand?

If it is all right,
it is all right.

Don't put me in the center.
Okay?

"In the middle."

In the middle,

What do I owe you?

You owe me nothing, Counselor.
We are friends.

Just a handshake.

Thank you.

It Will be a yes or no.

I will do what I can do.

But you must
know that this is...

a long shot.

I know.

Thank you.

Look, the last time I spoke to
them, they were in Midland, Texas.

That was about two days ago.

So, I called up the Sheriff
there and I asked him...

had they found any dead bodies
along the side of the highway?

And he said that they did. And I
said, "Thank you," and I hung up.

I know you think I'm kidding.

But I'm not.

And I'm not out.

That's right. And I'm not
kidding about that either.

Really?

No, I know where the truck is going.
I always did.

Really?

Well, I think that falls under
the category of "tough shit."

We're all done here.

Here.
Thanks.

In the last two accounts, we're
only an hour different...

but it's another day.

It's tomorrow.

See, I love that.
I love that.

So, what have we got?
625 kilos?

Something like that.

Shit. You know,
of all the people...

you and I should
know if electronic money

earns an extra
day of interest...

when it crosses
an international date line.

Right? I'm just saying.

That's a good question.

Why is there a fourth drum?

No reason.

It's just convenient.

Convenient?

Maybe we have a traveler.

Like somebody, you wish
for them to go away...

so, you send them to America.
That's all.

Can I have a look?

You want to look?

Sick bastard.

Do you know who he is?

No. Fuck, no.
He's some pinche pasajero.

A passenger?

An immigrant.

So, it's just a way to
get rid of a body?

From Mexico?

No, no, no.
Colombia.

He came all
the way from Colombia?

What are you
going to do with him?

Nothing.

He just goes back in the truck?

Goes back in the truck.

Then what?

Nothing. It's just normal.

But they think
it's a fucking joke.

They think it's funny, so they
do this shit to me, you know?

But in this business, you gotta
have a sense of humor, or else...

So, what happens to him?

Nothing. I told you...

they go back together
in the truck.

He's inside, they paint it,
he rides around.

They try to sell it at
auction maybe, maybe not.

He rides around some more,
sucking up the shit.

Welcome to America.

Yes, but I can only tell you what
I already told our friend.

There is no one to talk to.

Could I come to The Florida?

The Florida is closed.

I would do whatever you suggest.

I have no suggestions,
Counselor.

We could meet someplace.

We're meeting now.

I'm not sure you
understand my position.

But I do, Counselor.

Actions create consequences
which produce new worlds...

and they're all different.

Where the bodies are buried in the
desert, that is a certain world.

Where the bodies are simply left
to be found, that is another.

And all these worlds,
heretofore unknown to us...

they must have always been
there, must they not?

I don't know.

Did you say something?

I don't know what I was saying.

Counselor, at some point,

you have to acknowledge the reality
of the world that you're in.

There's not some other world.

This is not a hiatus.

Hiatus.

I believe the word is "hiatus".

Can you spell that for me,
please?

H - I - A - T - U - S.

Hiatus.
Thank you, Counselor.

Will you help me?

I would urge you
to see the truth

of the situation you're in,
Counselor.

That is my advice.

It is not for me to tell you what
you should have done or not done.

The world in which you seek to
undo the mistakes that you made...

is different from the world
where the mistakes were made.

You are now at the crossing.

And you want to choose, but
there is no choosing there.

There's only accepting.

The choosing was
done a long time ago.

Are you there, Counselor?

Yes.

I don't mean to offend you...

but reflective men
often find themselves...

at a place removed
from the realities of life.

In any case, we should
all prepare a place...

where we can
accommodate all the tragedies

that sooner or later
will come to our lives.

But this is an economy
few people care to practice.

Do you know
the words of Machado?

I know his name.

Lovely poet.

Machado was a schoolteacher...

and he married a young,
beautiful girl.

And he loved her very much.

And she died.

And then he became a great poet.

I'm not going to
become a great poet.

No, perhaps not. But even
if you were to do so...

it would not help you.

Machado would have
traded every word,

every poem,
every verse he ever wrote...

for one more hour
with his beloved.

And that is because
when it comes to grief...

the normal rules of
exchange do not apply,

because grief transcends value.

A man would give entire nations
to lift grief off his heart...

and yet, you cannot buy
anything with grief.

Because grief is worthless.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you continue to deny the
reality of the world you're in.

Do you love your wife so much,
so completely...

that you would exchange places
with her upon the wheel?

And I don't mean dying,
because dying is easy.

Yes! Yes, damn you!

Well, that is good
to hear, Counselor.

What are you saying?

Are you saying
this is a possibility?

No.

It's impossible.

You said I was that man...

at that crossing.

Yes.
At the understanding...

that life is not
going to take you back.

You are the world you have created,
and when you cease to exist...

this world that you have created
will also cease to exist.

But for those with the
understanding that

they're living the last
days of the world...

death acquires
a different meaning.

The extinction of all reality...

is a concept no resignation
can encompass.

And yet, in that despair,

which is transcendent,

you will find the ancient
understanding

that the philosopher's stone
will always be found despised

and buried in the mud.

This may seem a small thing
in the face of annihilation

until annihilation occurs.

And then, all the grand designs
and all the grand plans...

will be finally exposed and
revealed for what they are.

And now, Counselor,

I have to go, because I
have to make other calls.

If I have time, I think
I'll take a small nap.

Welcome to London Heathrow,
Terminal 5.

Please keep your bags with you
at all times.

Any unattended luggage will be
removed and may be destroyed.

I like the hat.

Thank you.

The International.
Of course.

Hello, madam.

Hi.

Checking in?

How are you doing?

Okay.

You're Canadian.

You saw my passport.
Where are you from?

New Mexico.

Have a drink with me.

What?

Have a drink with me.

You're a masher.

A masher? Lord,
where did you hear that?

I'm teasing.

I think.

No.

Yes.

Se�or, I must close.

I know.

You have no place to go, maybe?

I fell asleep, I'm sorry.

There is no harm.

No harm.

That's a lovely thought.

A magical thought.

Good night.

It's very dangerous out there.
In the street.

I know.

If they hear somebody in the
street, they shoot them.

Then they turn on the light
to see who is dead.

Why do they do that?

To make a joke.

To show that death doesn't care.
That death has no meaning.

Do you believe that?

No.

Of course not.

All my family is dead.

I'm the one who has no meaning.

Please hang up and try again.

If you need help, hang up
and dial your operator.

So, you got the password?

Five digits.

Who's Rowena?

I don't know.

All right. Social security,
driver's license.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

I don't see what good this will
do unless you have the computer.

You and I are square.

So, are you planning
to see him again?

What would be the point?
He'll be broke.

Smart girl.

Or is it worse than that?

I don't want to get mixed up
in something heavy.

You already are.

How would you know he won't
come looking for you?

But he won't, will he?

No.

He won't.

Jesus.

Take the money.

I don't want it.

Please yourself.

I have to go.

You know what I like
about Americans?

No, what?

You can depend on them.

Thank you, Ray.
Okay. Take care.

Fuck you!
Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Drive.

There you go.

Drive.

On my count.
One, two, three.

Momento!

God!

No!

Good evening.

Lovely to see you, madame.
Thank you.

Good evening, sir.
Follow me.

Bon appétit.

It's good to see you.

You, as well.

How's Marisa?

She's fine.

You should come and see us.

I know.

We should talk.

Yes. Of course.

We need to move the money
as soon as possible,

speaking as your banker.

Are you returning to the States?

No, and I certainly
can't go to Mexico.

I'm thinking Hong Kong.
Really?

You don't speak the language.

I'm a quick study.

Well, I suppose you could simply
buy into the market there.

Yes, it's not a problem.
Cash?

The easiest way to move cash
is in diamonds.

You can hold $20 million
in the palm of your hand.

Well, I suppose there's no problem
selling diamonds in China.

You can sell diamonds on Mars.

You need to get out, Michael.

If anything went wrong,
your name might come up.

That's right.

You're not really leaving
me a choice, are you?

You'll thank me.

And the cats?

Silvia died, and Raoul is
alive and well in Arizona.

I'll miss him.

I miss watching him
out on the high desert

bringing down jackrabbits
at 70 miles an hour.

I never tired of that.

To see quarry,
killed with elegance...

it's just... moving to me.

Is it sexual?

Yes, of course. A thing
like that is always sexual.

The hunter has grace, beauty...

and purity of heart
to be found nowhere else.

You can make no distinction between
what they are and what they do.

And what they do is kill.

We, of course,
are another matter.

It is our faintness of heart that
has driven us to the edge of ruin.

Perhaps you won't agree...

but nothing is
crueler than a coward.

And the slaughter to come...

is probably
beyond our imagining.

I think you've told me
more than I wish to know.

Then I'll say no more.

Shall we think about ordering?

I'm famished.