Scarface Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Scarface Script


  

  

 

                   

What do you call yourself?



 

                   

Antonio Montana.

And you, what you call yourself?



 

                   

- Where'd you learn English, Tony?

- In school.



 

                   

And my father,

he was from the United States.



 

                   

Just like you, you know?



 

                   

He was a Yankee.

He used to take me a lot to the movies.



 

                   

I learned. I watch the guys

like Humphrey Bogart, James Cagney...



 

                   

They teach me to talk. I like those guys.



 

                   

I always know one day

I'm coming here, United States.



  

                   

- So where's your old man now?

- He dead. He die.



  

                   

Sometime. Somewhere.



  

                   

- Mother?

- She dead, too.



  

                   

- What kind of work you do in Cuba?

- You know, things.



  

                   

I was, this, that. Construction business.



  

                   

I work a lot with my hands.

I was in the Army.



  

                   

Any family in the States?

Cousins, brother-in-law, anyone?



  

                   

Nobody. Everybody's dead.



  

                   

- You ever been to jail, Tony?

- Me? Jail? No way, no.



  

                   

- Been in a mental hospital?

- Yeah. On the boat coming over.



  

                   

What about homosexuality, Tony?

You like men?



  

                   

You like to dress up like a woman?



  

                   

What is wrong with this guy?

He kidding me or what?



  

                   

Just answer the questions, Tony.



  

                   

Okay. No. Fuck, no!



  

                   

Arrested for vagrancy? Marijuana?



  

                   

- Never, man.

- Heroin?



  

                   

- Cocaine?

- No.



  

                   

Where'd you get the beauty scar,

tough guy? Eating pussy?



  

                   

How am I gonna get a scar like that

eating pussy?



  

                   

This was when I was a kid, you know?



  

                   

You should see the other kid.

You can't recognize him.



  

                   

And this?



  

                   

What? That's nothing.

That's for my sweetheart.



  

                   

Sweetheart, my ass! We've been

seeing more and more of these.



  

                   

Some kind of code

these guys used in the can.



  

                   

Pitchfork means an assassin or something.



  

                   

You want to tell us about it, or you want

to take a trip to the detention center?



  

                   

Okay, you got me.



  

                   

I was in the can one time.

For buying dollars. Big deal.



  

                   

- That's pretty funny, Tony.

- That's true. It was a Canadian tourist.



  

                   

Did you mug him first?

Get him out of here!



  

                   

- Come on!

- So I fuck up!



  

                   

Let me talk to this guy. Please!

Let me talk to him a minute.



  

                   

You a Communist?



  

                   

How'd you like it?



  

                   

They tell you all the time what to do,

what to think, what to feel.



  

                   

Do you want to be like a sheep?

Like all those other people?



  

                   

I don't have to listen to this!



  

                   

You wanna work      fucking hours?

You own nothing, you got nothing!



  

                   

Do you want a chivato on every corner

watching everything you do?



  

                   

Everything you say, man?



  

                   

You know I eat octopus three times a day?



  

                   

I got fucking octopus

coming out of my ears.



  

                   

I got fucking Russian shoes

my feet's coming through.



  

                   

How'd you like that?



  

                   

You want me to stay there

and do nothing?



  

                   

I'm no fucking criminal, man.

I'm no puta or thief.



  

                   

I'm Tony Montana,

a political prisoner from Cuba.



  

                   

And I want

my fucking human rights, now!



  

                   

Just like President Jimmy Carter says.

Okay?



  

                   

Carter should see this human right.

He's really good.



  

                   

- What do you say?

- I don't believe a word of this shit!



  

                   

They all sound alike to me.

That Castro is shitting all over us.



  

                   

Send the bastard to Freedomtown.

Let them see him.



  

                   

- Get him out of here.

- You know something?



  

                   

You can send me anywhere.

Here, there, this, that. It don't matter.



  

                   

There's nothing you can do to me

that Castro hasn't done.



  

                   

Get him out of here!



  

                   

- So?

- So?



  

                   

What'd you tell them?



  

                   

I told them what you told me to tell them.

Told them we were, I was in sanitation.



  

                   

They didn't go for it.



  

                   

- Sanitation?

- Yeah.



  

                   

I told you to tell them

you was in a sanitarium, not sanitation.



  

                   

- Sanitarium. Yeah.

- You didn't tell me that.



  

                   

No, I told you to say you had TB

and you was in a sanitarium.



  

                   

You was cured.



  

                   

- When did you tell me that?

- You should've kept your mouth shut.



  

                   

They'd think you was a horse

and let you out.



  

                   

Tony! Montana!



  

                   

Tony Montana! Come here.



  

                   

Come here, man. I gotta talk to you.



  

                   

Come on, man. It's important.



  

                   

- So close, man.

- Come on.



  

                   

- I gotta talk to you.

- Where are you going?



  

                   

- Leave him alone.

- I got better things to do.



  

                   

You're chicken, man. You almost made it.



  

                   

Are you ready for some good news?



  

                   

Sure. What you got, man?



  

                   

We can be outta this place in    days.



  

                   

Not only that, but we got a green card

and a job in Miami.



  

                   

Now are we made or are we made, man?



  

                   

What do we gotta do?

Go to Cuba and hit The Beard, or what?



  

                   

- No, man, somebody else.

- You're kidding?



  

                   

- No.

- You're not kidding?



  

                   

Guy named Rebenga, man.

Emilio Rebenga.



  

                   

Rebenga?



  

                   

- I know that name.

- Yeah?



  

                   

- He's political.

- Yeah.



   

                   

Well, he's coming in here today.

Castro just sprung him.



   

                   

This guy was one of the top dogs

for Fidel in the early days.



   

                   

But Castro felt like he couldn't trust him

anymore and threw him in jail.



   

                   

But while he was on top,

he tortured a few guys to death.



   

                   

One of the guy's brothers is a rich guy

in Miami now. He wants the favor repaid.



   

                   

That's where we come in.



   

                   

It's ugly, man.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

You tell your guys in Miami, your friend...



   

                   

...it'd be a pleasure.



   

                   

I'd kill a Communist for fun...



   

                   

...but for a green card,

I gonna carve him up real nice.



   

                   

! Libertad!! Libertad!! Libertad!



   

                   

From a friend you fucked!



   

                   

That face. That's nice.



   

                   

- That doesn't look like me.

- That looks pretty, man.



   

                   

Fuck!



   

                   

? Qu paso, man?? Qu pasa, man?



   

                   

Your big shot friend better come up

with something soon.



   

                   

I didn't come to the US

to break my fucking back.



   

                   

He's coming!

What do you want from me?



   

                   

Fucking thing!



   

                   

- I told you.

- What's wrong with him?



   

                   

- What's wrong?

- More ham.



   

                   

No more meat.

That's the way the sandwich comes!



   

                   

Look at that one. That one in the pink.

She's beautiful.



   

                   

Look at those titties.



   

                   

Look at that punk with her.



   

                   

What's he got that I don't have?



   

                   

Well, he's very handsome,

for one thing, you know?



   

                   

I mean, look at the way he dresses.

Come on. That's style...



   

                   

...flash, pizzazz. And a little coke money

doesn't hurt nobody.



   

                   

Look at this.



   

                   

Fucking onions.



   

                   

I ought to be picking gold from the street.



   

                   

There's two guys

looking for you out there.



   

                   

That's him, man. That's El mono.

I told you.



   

                   

Don't stay too fucking long.



   

                   

We've got a lot of work to do, so...



   

                   

Waldo, this is my friend, Tony Montana,

I've been telling you about.



   

                   

Tony, that's Omar Suarez

and that's Waldo Rojas over there.



   

                   

I got something for you.



   

                   

Yeah? What do we gotta do?



   

                   

Gotta unload a boat. Marijuana.

   tons. You get $    each.



   

                   

- $   ? That's great.

- You gotta be kidding.



   

                   

$   ?



   

                   

Who do you think we are,

baggage handlers?



   

                   

The going rate on a boat

is $      a night. You know that.



   

                   

First you gotta work

your way up to $    idiot.



   

                   

After what I did for you in Freedomtown?

What was that?



   

                   

That Rebenga hit

was a game of dominoes?



   

                   

- That was something else.

- Shut up! Take it easy.



   

                   

What's with this dishwasher, chico?



   

                   

Don't he know we could've got another

space cadet to hit Rebenga cheaper?



   

                   

- $  !

- Then why didn't you?



   

                   

Don't call me no fucking dishwasher,

or I'll kick your monkey ass.



   

                   

Who the fuck are you?



   

                   

You can't do that, man!



   

                   

The Colombians!



   

                   

Okay, all right, big man!



   

                   

You want to make some big bucks?

Let's see how tough you are.



   

                   

You know something about cocaine?



   

                   

You kidding me or what?



   

                   

There's a bunch of Colombians

coming in Friday.



   

                   

New guys. They say they got

two keys for us for openers.



   

                   

Pure coke. Hotel in Miami Beach.

I want you to go over there.



   

                   

If it's what they say it is,

you pay 'em and bring it back.



   

                   

Do that, you get $    .



   

                   

Go, pay them, bring it back, yeah?



   

                   

You know how to handle a machine gun?



   

                   

Yeah, man. We were in the Army.



   

                   

- You gonna need a couple other guys.

- That's no problem.



   

                   

Be at Hector's Bodega at noon Friday.

You get the buy money then.



   

                   

If anything happens to that buy money...



   

                   

...my boss will stick your heads up your

asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked!



   

                   

I'm scared.



   

                   

- You're pushing your luck.

- Don't worry.



   

                   

- That was dumb.

- You worry too much.



   

                   

You'll have a heart attack.



   

                   

You act like that guy's doing you a favor

or something.



   

                   

- What's this with the Colombians?

- What does it matter?



   

                   

He says "Colombians,"

and you make these eyes...



   

                   

I don't like fucking Colombians! Okay?



   

                   

What you guys doing?

There's a lot of dishes to be washed.



   

                   

Wash 'em yourself.



   

                   

I retire!



   

                   

What the fuck you gonna do now?



   

                   

- Don't come back here!

- I gotta look after my investment!



   

                   

- Fuck you guys!

- Close the shop!



   

                   

Look at those tits. She's begging for it.



   

                   

Are you fucking crazy?

She's     years old.



   

                   

Not that one, man! That one!



   

                   

- Which one?

- The young one.



   

                   

Move the fucking car.

We're at a stop sign.



   

                   

We're just staying loose up here, okay?



   

                   

You gotta stay loose. You can't worry.

You'll have a heart attack.



   

                   

- Just play it cool. Miami Beach.

- Miami Beach!



   

                   

The money stays in the trunk

'till I come out.



   

                   

You got it? Me, nobody else. Okay.



   

                   

I'm not out in    minutes,

something's wrong. Okay?



   

                   

- Room  . You ready?

- Sure thing.



   

                   

How's it going, brother?



   

                   

Come in.



   

                   

What's wrong, man?



   

                   

Okay. You mind leaving the door open?



   

                   

So my brother-in-law

sees everything's okay.



   

                   

Sure. No problem.



   

                   

No problem.



   

                   

Hello. This is Marta.



   

                   

Marta, hello.



   

                   

I am Hector.



   

                   

And I am Tony.



   

                   

So, Omar says you're okay.



   

                   

Yeah? Good. Omar's okay.



   

                   

Okay.



   

                   

So, you got the money?



   

                   

You got the stuff?



   

                   

Sure I have the stuff, but I don't

have it right here with me now.



   

                   

I got it close by.



   

                   

Well, I don't have the money either, man.



   

                   

I have it close by, too.



   

                   

Where?



   

                   

In the car?



   

                   

- No, not in the car, man.

- No?



   

                   

How about you?

Where you have your stuff?



   

                   

Not far.



   

                   

Okay. You want me to come in?

We start over again?



   

                   

Where you from, Tony?



   

                   

What the fuck difference

does it make where I'm from?



   

                   

Take it easy, man.



   

                   

I just want to get to know

who I do business with.



   

                   

You'll know me once you do business

with me and stop fucking around.



   

                   

Okay?



   

                   

- What's the story?

- Tony!



   

                   

You know, Frog Face,

you just fucked yourself.



   

                   

- You steal from me, you're dead.

- Yeah?



   

                   

You want to give me the cash...



   

                   

...or do I kill your brother first...



   

                   

...before I kill you?



   

                   

Why don't you try sticking

your head up your ass? See if it fits.



   

                   

Yeah? Okay.



   

                   

Yeah, it's very important.



   

                   

- I understand. Important.

- Thank you.



   

                   

You forecasted an earthquake

in the  -to- -point range this morning.



   

                   

We had an earthquake in

the  -to-  point range this morning.



   

                   

- I'm impressed.

- Thank you, sir.



   

                   

However, isn't it rather slender evidence?



   

                   

You have such beautiful skin.



   

                   

I like the way you...



   

                   

I don't what I'm supposed

to do today, but...



   

                   

Antonio, mira!



   

                   

Watch what happens to your friend.



   

                   

You don't want this to happen to you,

give me the money.



   

                   

Come on, come on.



   

                   

Now the leg.



   

                   

I'm going. It's time.



   

                   

Let's do it, man. Come on.



   

                   

We're all gonna be all right.



   

                   

Okay, "Cara cicatriz."



   

                   

You can die, too.

It makes no difference to me.



   

                   

Last chance, pendejo!



   

                   

Fuck you!



   

                   

- You okay?

- Yeah, man. It went in and out.



   

                   

Okay, take him out of here, quick!



   

                   

Chi Chi! Get the yeyo.



   

                   

- Your turn.

- I kill you!



   

                   

Die!



   

                   

Hurry up! Get in! Come on. Let's go!



   

                   

Close the door!



   

                   

Bunch of cowboys. Somebody fucked up.



   

                   

Yeah, well, I'll check it out right away.



   

                   

You do that, Omar. You do that.



   

                   

- You still got the money?

- Yeah.



   

                   

And I got the yeyo.



   

                   

- You got the yeyo?

- Yeah, right.



   

                   

- Bring it here.

- Fuck you.



   

                   

I'm taking it to Lopez myself.



   

                   

Not you, me.



   

                   

Nice fucking guy.



   

                   

Frank Lopez. Tony Montana.



   

                   

- Tony Montana.

- Mr. Lopez. It's a real pleasure.



   

                   

You can call me Frank. Everybody

calls me Frank. My Little League team.



   

                   

Even the fucking prosecutors

around town, they all call me Frank.



   

                   

- Okay, Frank.

- How are you?



   

                   

Manny Rivera.



   

                   

- He caught one on the job.

- Went right through.



   

                   

We heard about that. Omar, he tells me

great things about you guys.



   

                   

Well, Omar's okay.



   

                   

Not to mention, of course,

the nice job you did for me.



   

                   

- That Commie son of a bitch...

- Well, you don't have to mention that.



   

                   

- That was fun.

- That was fun?



   

                   

- Damn right.

- That was fun.



   

                   

Sometimes it's fun.



   

                   

What do you want to drink?

Scotch, gin, rum? What do you like?



   

                   

Gin is fine. Want some? Two gins.



   

                   

I need a guy with steel in his balls, Tony.



   

                   

A guy like you. And I need him

around me all the time.



   

                   

You, Tony and your compadre here.



   

                   

Here's the stuff.



   

                   

Two keys.



   

                   

It cost my friend Angel his life.

Here's your money.



   

                   

My gift to you.



   

                   

I'm sorry about your friend, Tony.



   

                   

If people would do business the right way,

there'd be no fuck-ups like this.



   

                   

Don't think

I don't appreciate the gesture.



   

                   

You're gonna find

you stay loyal in this business...



   

                   

...you're gonna move up.

You're gonna move up fast.



   

                   

Then you'll find out your biggest problem

is not bringing in the stuff...



   

                   

...but what to do with all the fucking cash!



   

                   

I hope I have that problem someday.



   

                   

You're gonna have that problem,

don't worry. Sit down over here.



   

                   

Where the hell's Elvira?

It's late. Go find her, will you?



   

                   

Jesus! Fucking broad.



   

                   

She spends half her life dressing,

the other half, undressing.



   

                   

Gotta get her in between.



   

                   

- She's coming.

- Yeah.



   

                   

You gotta jump on her

when she's not looking.



   

                   

That's the best time.



   

                   

What are you guys doing tonight?



   

                   

You wanna go to a nice restaurant

with me? You hungry?



   

                   

I could eat a horse.



   

                   

- Okay, they're gonna cook you a horse.

- I'll eat it.



   

                   

Tell me, where'd they get you?

Right there in the side?



   

                   

It's nothing. It went right through me.

It hit the wall.



   

                   

I ran out of bullets like an asshole.



   

                   

When I changed the clip, a guy who I

thought I killed wasn't dead and shot me.



   

                   

The guy was behind me. I killed him.



   

                   

- How many bullets you catch?

- Bullets? One bullet, nine millimeter.



   

                   

Elvira, where the hell you been?

It's   :  . I'm starving.



   

                   

You're always hungry.

You should try starving.



   

                   

Where you going? Come on.



   

                   

Come over here!

I want you to meet a friend of mine.



   

                   

Tony Montana. Elvira.



   

                   

- Hello.

- Manny Rivera. Elvira.



   

                   

So, there are five of us.

Where are we having dinner?



   

                   

I thought we'd go to the Babylon Club.



   

                   

- Again?

- Again.



   

                   

You know, Frank, if anyone ever wanted

to assassinate you...



   

                   

...you wouldn't be too hard to find.



   

                   

Assassinate me?

Who the hell would want to kill me?



   

                   

I got nothing but friends!



   

                   

You never know. Maybe the catcher

on your Little League team.



   

                   

The catcher? That son of a bitch,

he didn't get a base hit all season.



   

                   

I should kill him!



   

                   

You know who that is?

Luis and Miguel Echevarria.



   

                   

They got the biggest distribution setup

from here to Houston...



   

                   

...Tucson, all down that way.



   

                   

What do you think of that?



   

                   

Look.



   

                   

You see that fat bastard?

That's Nacho Contreras.



   

                   

El gordo!



   

                   

He's got more cash

than anybody in this place.



   

                   

He's a real chaza!



   

                   

You know what a "chaza" is?



   

                   

No, Frank, you tell me. What is a "chaza"?



   

                   

It's the Yiddish word for "pig."



   

                   

The guy wants more than what he needs.

He don't fly straight no more.



   

                   

So, it comes down to one thing,

Tony boy, and you never forget it.



   

                   

Lesson Number  :



   

                   

Don't underestimate

the other guy's greed!



   

                   

Lesson Number  :



   

                   

Don't get high on your own supply.



   

                   

That's right. Lesson Number  :

Don't get high on your own supply.



   

                   

'Course, not everybody follows the rules.



   

                   

Your champagne, Mr. Lopez.



   

                   

- That is '  ?

- The best, Mr. Lopez.



   

                   

Omar, you pour it, and you bring

another bottle right away, will you?



   

                   

$    for this bottle, Tony.

What do you think of that?



   

                   

- That's pretty good.

- For a bunch of fucking grapes.



   

                   

So, here's to old friends

and to new friends.



   

                   

How you like it, Tony?



   

                   

- That's good, Frank.

- That's good?



   

                   

- Like you say, man.

- That's good!



   

                   

I'm gonna get you new clothes, too.



   

                   

I'm gonna get you $    suits...



   

                   

...so you look real sharp.



   

                   

'Cause I want you to work for me.



   

                   

I want you and your boys

to work with Omar here.



   

                   

We are going to do something big

next month.



   

                   

We are running a string of mules

from Colombia.



   

                   

You do good on that,

there'll be some other things.



   

                   

That sounds like fun to me, Frank.



   

                   

You want a cigar?



   

                   

So, you want to dance, Frank, or you

want to sit here and have a heart attack?



   

                   

Who? Me, dance? I think

I want to have a heart attack instead.



   

                   

Don't foam into the Dommie P.



   

                   

How about you?



   

                   

- What? You want me to dance?

- Yeah, sure, go on, Tony. You dance.



   

                   

Go on. Have some fun.



   

                   

What do you think of him?



   

                   

I think he's a fucking peasant!



   

                   

But you get a guy like that on your side...



   

                   

...he breaks his back for you.



   

                   

- What's your name?

- What?



   

                   

What's your name? Elvira what?



   

                   

- Hancock.

- What?



   

                   

- Hancock!

- Hancock?



   

                   

Sounds like a bird. Hancock.



   

                   

Flying around.



   

                   

Where you from?



   

                   

- Baltimore.

- What?



   

                   

- Baltimore!

- Baltimore?



   

                   

- Where's that?

- It doesn't really matter, all right?



   

                   

I'm just trying to be friendly.



   

                   

I don't need another friend, especially one

who just got off a banana boat.



   

                   

Banana boat?



   

                   

Hold it. You got the wrong guy.

I don't come off no banana boat.



   

                   

You're thinking of someone else maybe.



   

                   

Aren't you part of the Cuban crime wave?



   

                   

What you talking crazy for?

I'm a political refugee here.



   

                   

- So take it easy. Don't talk crazy.

- Sorry.



   

                   

I didn't know you were so sensitive

about your diplomatic status.



   

                   

What is your problem, baby?



   

                   

You're good-looking.

You got a beautiful body, beautiful legs...



   

                   

...a beautiful face,

all these guys in love with you.



   

                   

Only you got a look in your eye

like you haven't been fucked in a year!



   

                   

Who, why, when and how I fuck

is none of your business, okay?



   

                   

Now you're talking to me, baby.

That I like. Keep it coming.



   

                   

Don't call me "baby"! I'm not your baby.



   

                   

Not yet,

but you gotta give me some time.



   

                   

Even if I were blind...



   

                   

...desperate, starved and begging for it

on a desert island...



   

                   

...you'd be the last thing I'd ever fuck.



   

                   

That chick he's with.



   

                   

- Yeah?

- She likes me.



   

                   

She likes you? How do you know?



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

The eyes, chico. They never lie.



   

                   

- Are you serious?

- Serious? What do you think?



   

                   

That's the boss's lady, okay?



   

                   

- You're gonna get us killed.

- Fuck you, man. The boss's lady.



   

                   

That guy's soft.



   

                   

Look in his face.



   

                   

The booze and the concha

tell him what to do.



   

                   

Don't fucking go crazy on me, okay?



   

                   

Just remember last year at this time

we were in a fucking cage, okay?



   

                   

You remember.



   

                   

I'd like to forget that.



   

                   

- I say be happy with what you got.

- You be happy.



   

                   

- Me, I want what's coming to me.

- What's coming to you?



   

                   

The world, chico...



   

                   

...and everything in it.



   

                   

This is paradise.



   

                   

This is paradise, I'm telling you.



   

                   

This town's like a great big pussy

just waiting to get fucked.



   

                   

I should've come here    years ago.



   

                   

I'd have been a millionaire by this time.



   

                   

By this time, I'd have had my own boat,

my own car...



   

                   

...my own golf course.



   

                   

You know what I want?

I thought of this the other day.



   

                   

A line of blue jeans. With my name

written on the back of chicks' asses.



   

                   

How's that?



   

                   

That sounds completely crazy to me.



   

                   

Look at that. Look.



   

                   

You're missing the sights. That's what

you're doing. We're missing the action.



   

                   

Want to have some ice cream

with my friend and me?



   

                   

Get lost, greaseball!



   

                   

- Look at that.

- "Ice cream"?



   

                   

- That's right.

- You said "ice cream"?



   

                   

- Girls like ice cream.

- Come on, man. That's not gonna work.



   

                   

You can't do it that way.



   

                   

You know how you pick up chicks

in this country?



   

                   

- What was that? What you just did?

- That's what you do.



   

                   

That's disgusting.



   

                   

- Watch.

- Look at that. You look like a lizard.



   

                   

Like a bug coming out of your mouth.



   

                   

That figures you wouldn't understand.



   

                   

But the women in this country,

when you do that, they know.



   

                   

- They know what?

- They understand. They go crazy.



   

                   

It'll take practice, but you gotta learn.

Women love when you suck the pussy.



   

                   

Look at that.



   

                   

She's looking at us.



   

                   

- You think you can do it with her?

- I think I can.



   

                   

- You want to try it with her?

- Why not?



   

                   

- You gonna watch me?

- I'm looking at you. Go ahead.



   

                   

- You won't do it.

- Watch this.



   

                   

I'm with you, man.



   

                   

I'm gonna get her.



   

                   

Go ahead, Romeo! Do your thing.



   

                   

- Just be quiet. Just hang back.

- Romeo!



   

                   

You're looking very pretty today.

Yes, you. I've been watching you.



   

                   

You want to see something funny?

Take a look over there. See that man?



   

                   

Watch that guy. I gotta sit down here.



   

                   

I gotta watch my friend

He gonna stick his tongue out to that girl.



   

                   

Look at that.



   

                   

You're sick!



   

                   

You see what happened to him?



   

                   

- Lf I wasn't a nice guy, I'd crack you.

- She's too big for you.



   

                   

- Causing trouble like that. Come on.

- Bitch!



   

                   

- What I try to tell you?

- Lesbian!



   

                   

What I try to tell you? This country,

you gotta make the money first.



   

                   

Then when you get the money,

you get the power.



   

                   

Then when you get the power,

then you get the women.



   

                   

That's why you gotta

make your own moves.



   

                   

That's the one I rented.



   

                   

No. That's her, man. There she is.



   

                   

About time.



   

                   

Frank got held up at the golf course.

He told me to pick you up.



   

                   

He said he'd meet us at the track later.



   

                   

He said to bet on Ice Cream

in the first, by the way.



   

                   

In that thing? You must be kidding.



   

                   

What you talking about? That's a Cadillac.



   

                   

- I wouldn't be caught dead in that.

- Come on.



   

                   

You know, I mean, it's got a few years,

but it's a cream puff.



   

                   

It looks like somebody's nightmare.



   

                   

So, you like this better?



   

                   

It's like one of them tigers from India.



   

                   

Crazy guy. Know what he's been doing?



   

                   

Dragging me to the zoo to look at tigers.



   

                   

He says he's gonna buy one. You do that,

and you won't have any friends left.



   

                   

- Not that you have any now.

- You're gonna like that tiger, man.



   

                   

You gonna drive around with a tiger

in your passenger seat?



   

                   

Maybe. Some lady tiger.



   

                   

- How much?

- $      fully equipped.



   

                   

- That all?

- Machine-gun turrets are extra.



   

                   

He's a funny guy. Come here, Manny.



   

                   

Bulletproof this, okay?

And this here and here.



   

                   

And the windows.



   

                   

- Get me a phone with a scrambler.

- And a scrambler.



   

                   

And a radio with scanners,

to pick up flying saucers, stuff like that.



   

                   

Don't forget the fog lights.



   

                   

In case I get caught in the swamp.

That's a good idea.



   

                   

Get out of the way, lady!

I'm trying to drive here!



   

                   

I thought you were taking me to Frank.



   

                   

We got an hour. You hungry?



   

                   

No, but I'm bored.



   

                   

Well, that figures.



   

                   

Check it out, Manny, okay?

And pay the guy.



   

                   

And, you take a taxi.

Meet me at the track, okay?



   

                   

Good doing business with you.



   

                   

I wouldn't buy the car if you didn't like it.



   

                   

Planning on driving the girls crazy,

aren't you, Tony?



   

                   

Yeah. You know who?



   

                   

And what would Frank say?



   

                   

I like Frank, you know?



   

                   

Only I like you better.



   

                   

- You got some for me?

- Sure.



   

                   

Don't get confused, Tony.

I don't fuck around with the help.



   

                   

You wanna play that way with me,

I play with you.



   

                   

Shit.



   

                   

- Would you kiss me if I wear the hat?

- No!



   

                   

Playtime is over, okay?



   

                   

Mama?



   

                   

Long time.



   

                   

No postcards from jail?



   

                   

Gina.



   

                   

- Tony?

- Look at you.



   

                   

You're beautiful.



   

                   

- I didn't...

- Mama, look at those eyes.



   

                   

Look at that. She looks like me.



   

                   

You know the last time I saw you,

you was like that.



   

                   

You looked like a little boy.

But now look at you.



   

                   

I got something for you.



   

                   

It's no big deal.



   

                   

I never thought I'd see you again,

you know?



   

                   

You think they'd keep

a guy like me down?



   

                   

Well, no.



   

                   

- You look so good.

- Look, open that up. Open it.



   

                   

- For me?

- I think so.



   

                   

It's nothing much, you know, nothing.



   

                   

- Do you see what's written on the back?

- On the back?



   

                   

- "Always."

- "Always." It's beautiful, Tony!



   

                   

Mama is still working in the factory

and I work part-time in a beauty parlor.



   

                   

I'm doing hair, Tony.

Do you remember Hiram Gonzalez?



   

                   

His father owned that barbershop.

It's his place.



   

                   

Plus I go to junior college. Miami Dade.



   

                   

And in two more years,

I get my cosmetology license.



   

                   

- And then I'll be making enough money...

- Surprise! All that's over, starting today.



   

                   

Why?



   

                   

My kid sister don't have to work

in no beauty parlor and Mama...



   

                   

...she don't have to sew in no factory.



   

                   

Your son made it, Mama.



   

                   

He's a success.



   

                   

That's why I didn't come around before.



   

                   

I want you to see

what a good boy I've been.



   

                   

Here's $     .



   

                   

For you, Mama.



   

                   

Who did you kill for this, Antonio?



   

                   

I didn't kill nobody, Mama.



   

                   

- No?

- No.



   

                   

What are you doing now?



   

                   

Banks, or is it still bodegas,

you and the others?



   

                   

No! Things are different now.

I'm working with an anti-Castro group.



   

                   

I'm an organizer now,

and I get a lot of political contributions.



   

                   

Sure you do.



   

                   

A gun sticking in somebody's face is how.



   

                   

You know, all we hear about

in the papers...



   

                   

...is animals like you and the killings.



   

                   

It's Cubans like you who are giving

a bad name to our people.



   

                   

People who come here, work hard

and make a good name for themselves.



   

                   

People who send their children to school.



   

                   

- What are you saying? That's your son!

- Son?



   

                   

I wish I had one. He's a bum.



   

                   

He was a bum then and he's a bum now.



   

                   

Who do you think you are?



   

                   

We haven't heard a word

from you in five years.



   

                   

You suddenly show up here,

throw some money around...



   

                   

...and think you can get my respect.



   

                   

- You think you can buy me with jewelry?

- Come on.



   

                   

You think you can come into my house

with your hotshot clothes...



   

                   

...and your jail manners

and make fun of us?



   

                   

- You don't know what you're saying.

- That's not the way I am!



   

                   

That is not the way I raised Gina to be!



   

                   

You are not going to destroy her.



   

                   

I don't need your money.



   

                   

I work for my living.



   

                   

I don't want you in this house anymore!



   

                   

I don't want you around Gina.



   

                   

So, come on. Get out!



   

                   

And take this lousy money with you.

It stinks.



   

                   

Why do you have to spoil it

for everybody?



   

                   

I'm sorry, Tony.



   

                   

Okay, Mama.



   

                   

No. Tony, wait a minute!



   

                   

- Don't go, please!

- Gina, stay here!



   

                   

- No, Mama.

- He's no good. Gina!



   

                   

Tony, wait, please!



   

                   

I'm sorry. I don't know.

Mama, ever since Papa left she's...



   

                   

Forget Papa. We never had one.



   

                   

I know you did

some bad things back then.



   

                   

In the Army,

I know you got into some trouble.



   

                   

The Communists, they're always trying

to tell you what to do.



   

                   

- Mama doesn't understand that.

- I know.



   

                   

I just, I don't know.

I just want you to know that I don't care.



   

                   

It doesn't matter to me how long

you've been away, five or ten years.



   

                   

You're my blood, always.



   

                   

I know.



   

                   

- Come on. I want you to take this.

- I gotta go back in.



   

                   

- No, Tony. Please.

- You need this.



   

                   

- What will I tell her?

- Take that. You don't tell her anything.



   

                   

Don't tell her I gave it to you,

but give her some from time to time.



   

                   

And listen, you go out yourself.



   

                   

Go ahead, go out, do some things.

Have some fun.



   

                   

You gotta get some fun out of life.



   

                   

You gonna beat yourself to death at   ?

Pussycat like you? Come here.



   

                   

- I'll talk to you again.

- Okay.



   

                   

- Put the money away so she won't see it.

- I'll talk to her.



   

                   

I'll talk to you.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

She's beautiful. How come you...



   

                   

Stay away from her, man. You hear?



   

                   

She's not for you.



   

                   

So, this and my other factory,

I can guarantee production...



   

                   

...of     kilos refined

every month of the year.



   

                   

The problem is, I have no steady market.



   

                   

Basically, what I'm looking for

is somebody in the States...



   

                   

...who can share the risk with me,

somebody who can guarantee...



   

                   

...to buy from me, say,     kilos a month.



   

                   

That's a big commitment, Mr. Sosa.

Something like that...



   

                   

Too bad Frank's not here.

You should talk to him.



   

                   

- It would've been nice if he'd come.

- He would like to come...



   

                   

...but with his trial coming up,

it's hard for him to get out of the country.



   

                   

- So he sent you instead?

- Something like that.



   

                   

We'll talk at my house, shall we?



   

                   

You got good stuff here. Class-A shit.



   

                   

So, this Lopez guarantees to buy from me

    kilos every month of the year.



   

                   

He picks it up here.

I can sell it to him for as little as...



   

                   

...$      a key.

You can't do better than that.



   

                   

But then we got to take the risk

of moving it.



   

                   

We'll be cutting out the Colombians.

Know what that means?



   

                   

That means we have to go

to war with them.



   

                   

We cut out the Colombians,

we take risks on both sides.



   

                   

Why don't we split the risk?



   

                   

You guarantee your delivery,

say, as far as Panama...



   

                   

...we take it from there.



   

                   

Panama is risky. It costs me more.



   

                   

Panama I can sell for $       a key.



   

                   

$      ? What, are you nuts?



   

                   

$      ? We still got to take

that shit to Florida.



   

                   

Do you know what that's like these days?

You got the fucking Navy everywhere.



   

                   

You got frogmen. You got EC- s

with the satellite-tracking shit.



   

                   

You got the fucking

Bell     Assault Choppers up the ass.



   

                   

We're losing one out of every nine loads.



   

                   

That's no duckwalk anymore,

let me tell you.



   

                   

Forget about $      .



   

                   

What do you suggest that is reasonable?



   

                   

Excuse me. One moment.



   

                   

What the fuck's the matter with you?



   

                   

- You negotiating for Frank Lopez?

- Don't worry about it. Take it easy.



   

                   

I'm not worried about it.

You should worry about it.



   

                   

If he wants to make a deal,

it's up to him, not you.



   

                   

- We're gonna do this one deal. That's it.

- Fuck you. How's that?



   

                   

- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.



   

                   

You need to open your eyes

and keep your mouth shut.



   

                   

- That's it. Let it go at that.

- Don't worry about it.



   

                   

Your head's in the wrong place.

You must watch out for yourself.



   

                   

Why not talk to him? You think

he wants to give you the money?



   

                   

- Shut the fuck up.

- I'm doing the talking here, not you.



   

                   

You're here to watch my back.

Watch my back.



   

                   

Better than your front, let me tell you.

That's easier to watch.



   

                   

Close your mouth.



   

                   

I can't wait to see what Frank's

gonna react to this one.



   

                   

Just shut up. I'm doing the talking here.



   

                   

- Now where were we?

- Panama.



   

                   

You're looking for a partner, right?



   

                   

Something like that.



   

                   

Look, Mr. Sosa,

we're getting ahead of ourselves here.



   

                   

I am down on Frank's authority

to buy     keys, that's it.



   

                   

That's my limit. I got no right.



   

                   

- Nobody got no right to negotiate...

- Let the man finish, okay?



   

                   

Let him propose a proposition,

then we can talk more.



   

                   

You got no authority here.



   

                   

I started you in this business,

so shut the fuck up.



   

                   

- Frank is gonna love it.

- That's up to Frank, not you!



   

                   

I'm sorry about this, Mr. Sosa.



   

                   

No, it is all right.



   

                   

You're right.

Maybe you should talk to Frank.



   

                   

Well, good.



   

                   

I don't think it's something

I want to do on an overseas phone.



   

                   

But as soon as I get back to Miami,

I will talk to Frank personally.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

My associates here can escort you

to my chopper, to take you to Santa Cruz.



   

                   

I have a jet there.

I can have you in Miami in five hours.



   

                   

You'll be back here tomorrow

in time for lunch.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Good talking to you.



   

                   

Why don't you leave your friend here?



   

                   

While you're gone, he can tell me

how to run my business.



   

                   

- I think Frank would like to see him.

- No, that's okay.



   

                   

You tell Frank I'm keeping this guy

on ice for him.



   

                   

I guess so.



   

                   

Let's finish our lunch.



   

                   

I have to hand it to you, Mr. Sosa.



   

                   

You got everything a man could want.



   

                   

I like you, Tony. There is no lying in you.



   

                   

Unfortunately, I do not feel the same

about the rest of your organization.



   

                   

What do you mean by that, Mr. Sosa?



   

                   

I'm talking about Omar Suarez.



   

                   

This garbage was recognized

by my associate at lunch...



   

                   

...from several years ago in New York.



   

                   

He was an informer for the police.



   

                   

He put Vito Duval and the Ramos

brothers, Nello and Gino, away for life.



   

                   

So how do I know

you're not a chivato, too, Tony?



   

                   

Let's get this straight now.



   

                   

I never fucked anybody over in my life

who didn't have it coming. You got that?



   

                   

All I have in this world is my balls

and my word and I don't break them...



   

                   

...for no one, you understand?



   

                   

That piece of shit up there,

I never like him, I never trusted him.



   

                   

For all I know, he had me set up and

had my friend, Angel Fernandez, killed.



   

                   

But that's history. I'm here, he's not.



   

                   

You want to go on with me, say it.

You don't, then you make a move.



   

                   

I think you speak from the heart,

Montana. But I say to myself...



   

                   

...this Lopez, your boss...



   

                   

...he had chivatos like that

working for him. His judgment stinks.



   

                   

So I think to myself...



   

                   

...how many other mistakes

has this Lopez guy made?



   

                   

How can I trust his organization?

You tell me, Tony.



   

                   

Frank is smart, you know?



   

                   

You can't blame him for that animal.



   

                   

It's a crazy business we're in,

you know?



   

                   

That could happen to anyone, even you.



   

                   

Why don't I go back and talk to Frank...



   

                   

...and work it out?



   

                   

I'll fix things between us.



   

                   

You got my word on that.



   

                   

I think you and me,

we can work this thing out...



   

                   

...and do business together a long time.



   

                   

Just remember...



   

                   

...I'll only tell you one time...



   

                   

...don't fuck me, Tony.



   

                   

Don't you ever try to fuck me.



   

                   

You what?



   

                   

You made a deal

for a fucking $    million...



   

                   

...without even checking with me?



   

                   

Are you crazy, Montana? Are you crazy?



   

                   

- Coo. Take it easy.

- Coo, my ass!



   

                   

At $       a key, it's puro.



   

                   

You can't lose money. No way.



   

                   

We make $    million on this deal, Frank.



   

                   

$    million.



   

                   

That is serious money.



   

                   

What is Sosa going to do when I don't

come up with the first $  million?



   

                   

What is he going to do?

Will he send me a bill?



   

                   

He'll send a hit squad up here!

There'll be a war in the street.



   

                   

Relax! Take it easy.

I'm in tight with Sosa.



   

                   

You short a couple of million,

I go on the street for you.



   

                   

I make a couple of moves...



   

                   

...a million here, a million there,

you got it.



   

                   

You've been making moves on your own?



   

                   

I got ears, you know? I hear things.



   

                   

What do you hear about Echevarria

and the Diaz brothers?



   

                   

What about Gomez? What is he gonna

do when you start moving      keys...



   

                   

Fuck Gaspar Gomez and fuck

the fucking Diaz brothers! Fuck 'em all!



   

                   

I'll bury those cockroaches!



   

                   

What they ever do for us?



   

                   

Look, Frank, the time has come.



   

                   

We gotta expand.



   

                   

The whole operation. Distribution.



   

                   

New York, Chicago, LA.



   

                   

We gotta set our own mark

and enforce it.



   

                   

We gotta think big now.



   

                   

"Think big."



   

                   

Like your friend Sosa.



   

                   

Let me tell you something

about that greaseball cocksucker.



   

                   

He is a snake, that's what he is.



   

                   

You turn your back on him,

he'll stick it in.



   

                   

You don't trust a guy like that.



   

                   

You want me to believe...



   

                   

...Omar was a stoolie

because Sosa said so?



   

                   

You bought that line?



   

                   

Maybe I made a mistake

sending you down there.



   

                   

Maybe you and Sosa

know something I don't know.



   

                   

Like what?



   

                   

"Like what?"



   

                   

You tell me, "Like what."



   

                   

You calling me a liar, Frank?



   

                   

That what you calling me?



   

                   

Let's just say I want things

to stay the way they are for now.



   

                   

You stall your deal with Sosa.



   

                   

Stall it?



   

                   

Okay, Boss.



   

                   

Come on.



   

                   

I am the boss.



   

                   

- Sure, you're the boss.

- Hey, Tony.



   

                   

Remember I told you when you started...



   

                   

...the guys who last in this business...



   

                   

...are the guys who fly straight...



   

                   

...low-key, quiet.



   

                   

And the guys who want it all...



   

                   

...chicas, champagne, flash...



   

                   

...they don't last.



   

                   

You finished?



   

                   

Can I go now?



   

                   

Hi, there.



   

                   

You just missed Frank.



   

                   

Too bad.



   

                   

Only I didn't come to see Frank.



   

                   

This is not the time or the place, Tony.



   

                   

- Next time, make an appointment first.

- That's okay.



   

                   

I got something important

I want to talk to you about.



   

                   

So why don't we have

a couple of drinks...



   

                   

...act normal...



   

                   

...and just take it easy.



   

                   

Come on. I like scotch.



   

                   

- Sure. Why not?

- Okay. I won't bite you.



   

                   

We're all normal here.



   

                   

I heard you and Frank

aren't working together anymore.



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

I think it's easier, don't you?



   

                   

Makes things easier.



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

Here's to "the land of opportunity."



   

                   

For you, maybe.



   

                   

You like kids?



   

                   

Kids?



   

                   

Kids. You know, kids. Little kids.



   

                   

Sure. Why not?



   

                   

As long as there's a nurse.



   

                   

Good, 'cause I like kids, too.



   

                   

I like them. Boys, girls.

Don't matter to me.



   

                   

Frank's gonna be back any minute.



   

                   

Come here.



   

                   

Sit here.



   

                   

I want to talk to you. Sit down.

I'm not gonna bite you.



   

                   

Okay, here's the story.



   

                   

I come from the gutter. I know that.



   

                   

I got no education...



   

                   

...but that's okay.



   

                   

I know the street, and

I'm making all the right connections.



   

                   

With the right woman,

there's no stopping me.



   

                   

I could go right to the top.



   

                   

Anyway...



   

                   

...what I got to tell you is this:



   

                   

I like you.



   

                   

I liked you

the first time I laid eyes on you.



   

                   

I said, "She's a tiger.



   

                   

"She belongs to me."



   

                   

Anyway...



   

                   

...I want you to marry me.



   

                   

I want you to be

the mother of my children.



   

                   

Me? Marry you?



   

                   

That's right.



   

                   

What about Frank, Tony?



   

                   

What will you do about Frank?



   

                   

Frank is not gonna last, okay?

He's finished.



   

                   

Just think about it, okay?



   

                   

I want you to really think about it.



   

                   

I'll go now. Take care.



   

                   

All your enemies are gone.



   

                   

- Mr. Montana. How are you?

- Hello.



   

                   

What the fuck she doing here?



   

                   

Come on, man. She's just dancing.

Come on. Take it easy.



   

                   

- It's just a disco.

- Who's that guy she with?



   

                   

He's some guy who works for Lugo.

He's nobody.



   

                   

- He's harmless.

- Works for Lugo?



   

                   

Yeah. Forget him.



   

                   

Hello, Tony. Well, you remember me?



   

                   

Bernstein. Mel Bernstein, right?



   

                   

Chief Detective, Narcotics.



   

                   

That's right, yeah.

I think we should talk.



   

                   

Talk? What are we going to talk about?



   

                   

I ain't killed nobody, not lately.



   

                   

No, not lately.



   

                   

What about ancient history,

like Emilio Rebenga?



   

                   

Or a bunch of whacked-out Indians

at the Sun Ray Motel?



   

                   

Whoever's giving you your information

is taking you for a long ride.



   

                   

Tony, baby, we gonna talk...



   

                   

...or am I gonna bust

your wise-ass spic balls, here and now?



   

                   

Keep your eye on her.



   

                   

- I'll do that.

- Okay.



   

                   

- My office.

- Good.



   

                   

The word on the street is

you're bringing in a lot of yeyo.



   

                   

That means you're not

a small-time punk anymore...



   

                   

...you're public property now.



   

                   

Supreme court says

that your privacy can be invaded.



   

                   

Okay. How much?



   

                   

How much?



   

                   

Well, there's an answer to that, too.



   

                   

Here's how much.



   

                   

Can you see it?



   

                   

- Big number.

- Yeah!



   

                   

That's on a monthly basis,

same thing every month.



   

                   

You know how this works?



   

                   

No. You tell me.



   

                   

We tell you who's moving against you...



   

                   

...and we shake down

who you want shaken down.



   

                   

Let's say that you got

a real problem making a collection.



   

                   

And then we step in for you.



   

                   

Got eight killers with badges

working for me.



   

                   

When they hit, it hurts.

Same thing works the other way.



   

                   

You feed me a bust now and then.



   

                   

Some cowboy setting himself up

in business.



   

                   

Small-fry, you know?



   

                   

We like snacks.



   

                   

How do I know you're the last cop

I'm gonna have to grease?



   

                   

What about Fort Lauderdale?

Metro? DEA?



   

                   

How do I know what rock

they're gonna crawl out from under?



   

                   

Well, that's not my business, Tony.

We don't cross no lines.



   

                   

Listen, you think I want

this conversation...



   

                   

...going any farther than this table?



   

                   

My guys got families.

They're legitimate cops.



   

                   

I don't want to see them embarrassed.



   

                   

If they're embarrassed, they'll suffer.

If they suffer, they'll make you suffer.



   

                   

You understand what I'm talking about?



   

                   

Thanks for the drink.



   

                   

By the way...



   

                   

...I got a vacation coming up.



   

                   

I'm gonna take the wife to London,

England. We've never been there.



   

                   

So, throw in a couple of

round-trip tickets, first class.



   

                   

You ought to smile more, Tony.

You gotta enjoy yourself.



   

                   

Every day above ground is a good day.



   

                   

- Hello.

- Hello.



   

                   

Yeah. Now that's the idea.



   

                   

Okay, Mel.



   

                   

You think about what I said?



   

                   

About the kids?



   

                   

- You know, you are really nuts.

- I'm nuts about you.



   

                   

Tony, why don't you find your own girl?



   

                   

- My own girl?

- Yeah.



   

                   

- That's what I'm doing.

- Go do it somewhere else. Get lost.



   

                   

Maybe I don't hear so good sometimes.



   

                   

You won't hear anything

if you go on like this.



   

                   

Will you do something?



   

                   

You're fucking right

I'm going to do something!



   

                   

I'm giving you orders. Blow!



   

                   

Orders? You giving me orders?



   

                   

The only thing in this world...



   

                   

...that gives orders is balls.

You got that?



   

                   

Balls.



   

                   

Let's go.



   

                   

Elvira.



   

                   

When you gonna learn?



   

                   

Looking good, honey.

Keep up the bad work.



   

                   

- That cocksucker.

- What happened?



   

                   

- He put that prick Bernstein on me.

- Who? Lopez did?



   

                   

- How do you know?

- Who else knew about Rebenga? Omar?



   

                   

He's fertilizer.



   

                   

He's letting me know

he's got weight on me.



   

                   

I'll tell you what, man.



   

                   

You know our little trip

we're been planning to New York?



   

                   

It might be a good time.



   

                   

Wait. Where you going?



   

                   

Welcome to my private room.



   

                   

- Your private room.

- This is my private room.



   

                   

I got a beautiful, nice,

white lounge chair for you.



   

                   

Gina, you taste so muy bueno.



   

                   

- What are you doing?

- Shut up!



   

                   

- What? We wasn't doing nothing!

- Fernando, wait!



   

                   

Get out!



   

                   

Damn you!



   

                   

You think he's cute?



   

                   

I saw him putting his hand all over

your ass. My kid sister in a toilet.



   

                   

- It's none of your business.

- None of my business? Fuck it ain't!



   

                   

- You can't tell me what to do!

- I am telling you!



   

                   

Listen to me. Come here.



   

                   

I catch you here again, I'm gonna

wipe you all over the fucking place.



   

                   

Yeah? Go ahead!

Do it now. I want to see it.



   

                   

- I want to see it now, big shot.

- Don't push me.



   

                   

- I want to see it now!

- Don't push me! Get outta here!



   

                   

- Go outside.

- You got some nerve, Tony!



   

                   

- You think you can tell me what to do?

- Get out.



   

                   

You can't tell me what to do.

I'm not a baby anymore.



   

                   

I'll do what I want to do,

see whoever I want to see.



   

                   

And if I want to fuck them,

then I'll fuck them!



   

                   

Fucking, man! Come on, man.



   

                   

What the fuck you want?

You want something?



   

                   

No. Don't touch me.



   

                   

- No.

- We've got to get out of here.



   

                   

Not there. I don't want to go out there.



   

                   

Another great night here at the Babylon?



    

                   

Okay. All right!



    

                   

Do another gram,

you'll all be babbling on.



    

                   

That coke in your bra,

or are you just glad to see me?



    

                   

A little bit of hope, I'm sure, yes.



    

                   

I'm in a good mood. I was depressed

when I got up this morning.



    

                   

I had a dry dream, but I'm better now.



    

                   

I do Laurel and Hardy in Spanish, too.



    

                   

That's the height of culture,

I assure you.



    

                   

But my favorite Cuban of all time

has to be Ricky Ricardo.



    

                   

Mr. Babalu himself.

He had the same problem for    years.



    

                   

"Lucy, don't come down to the club."



    

                   

He's your brother. He loves you.

That's why he did it.



    

                   

All right? He cares about you.



    

                   

- To him, you're still his little sister...

- Right!



    

                   

That's the problem.

He still treats me like I'm a baby.



    

                   

I'm    years old now.



    

                   

- I'm not anybody's baby.

- You're so grown-up.



    

                   

Come on, Gina.

Put yourself in his place, okay?



    

                   

Right now, you happen

to be the best thing in his life.



    

                   

The only thing that's any good,

that's pure.



    

                   

Of course he doesn't want you mixing

with those people...



    

                   

...growing up to be like him.



    

                   

He has this father thing for you.

Feels like he has to protect you.



    

                   

Protect me against what?



    

                   

Against guys like that asshole

you were dancing with tonight.



    

                   

I like Fernando.

He's a fun guy and he's nice.



    

                   

And he knows how to treat a woman.

All right?



    

                   

- He knows how to treat a woman?

- Yes.



    

                   

By taking her to the toilet to make out?



    

                   

You've been a great audience.

I got a special treat for you.



    

                   

Here's a guy I found in the jungle.



    

                   

From Caracas, Venezuela.

He's unlike anything you've seen.



    

                   

Give a warm Babylon welcome

to the one and only Octavio!



    

                   

Look around. Go out with someone

who has something on the ball...



    

                   

...who's going somewhere in life.

- Like who?



    

                   

Like, for instance, someone who's got

a real job, like a banker.



    

                   

- Or, or a doctor, a lawyer...

- What about you?



    

                   

- What are you talking about?

- Why don't you take me out?



    

                   

- Are you crazy?

- I see the way you look at me, Manolo.



    

                   

- Do you think I'm blind? I see.

- Come on.



    

                   

- What?

- Look, Gina...



    

                   

...Tony and I are like brothers,

all right?



    

                   

You're his kid sister.



    

                   

- So what?

- That's where it ends.



    

                   

- That's where it stays.

- Are you afraid of Tony?



    

                   

- You afraid of Tony's kid sister?

- I'm not afraid of anybody!



    

                   

That's not the point here!



    

                   

It's not for me. Don't look at me.



    

                   

- How do you know?

- 'Cause I'm not here.



    

                   

Really? Then where are you?



    

                   

Shit, you're weird.



    

                   

- I'm weird?

- Hello?



    

                   

- Hello, Miriam?

- Tony!



    

                   

- Put Manny on, okay?

- Okay. Just a second.



    

                   

It's Tony.



    

                   

What are you doing, checking up on me?



    

                   

Get your clothes on and meet me

in front of Lopez Motors in    minutes.



    

                   

- What? What happened?

- Nothing we can't face.



    

                   

All right. I'll be there.



    

                   

- You're still on the phone. Let's go.

- Take it easy, okay?



    

                   

I'm leaving now. Fuck.



    

                   

- Nick?

- Yeah, Tony.



    

                   

This is what I want you to do for me:



    

                   

You call Lopez.



    

                   

Call him at his office at  :   sharp.



    

                   

And you tell him,

"We fucked up, he got away."



    

                   

- Okay. Yeah.

- Got it? What are you going to say?



    

                   

"We fucked up. He got away."



    

                   

- What time?

-  :   sharp.



    

                   

So when are we gonna make some money

on this thing?



    

                   

Six months to start

don't mean shit, Larry.



    

                   

I'm not a Rockefeller, you know.

Not yet anyway.



    

                   

So you owe me a quarter.



    

                   

Listen, go down

to the ball game tonight.



    

                   

I couldn't make it. I got things.

I'll tell you about them.



    

                   

You're kidding? What was the score?

Three to two?



    

                   

Mel, guess what?



    

                   

My Little League team,

the Little Lopezers...



    

                   

...they won the division tonight.



    

                   

That's great. Congratulations.



    

                   

What'd you do, fix the umpire?



    

                   

Jesus Christ.



    

                   

Tony, what happened to you?



    

                   

They wanted to spoil my $    suit.



    

                   

Who the fuck did this?



    

                   

Hitters. I don't know.

Somebody must've brought them in.



    

                   

I've never seen them before.



    

                   

Hello, Mel.



    

                   

Got an answer to this, too?



    

                   

- There always is, Tony.

- I'll bet it was the Diaz brothers.



    

                   

They got a beef going back

to the Sun Ray thing.



    

                   

Maybe you're right, you know?



    

                   

Anyway, I'm glad you made it, Tony.



    

                   

We'll return the favor for you,

in spades.



    

                   

No, I'll take care of this myself.



    

                   

What is the gun for, Tony?



    

                   

What, this? It's nothing.



    

                   

I'm... How do you say? Paranoid.



    

                   

You gonna answer, Frank?



    

                   

It must be Elvira.

She got mad after we left the club.



    

                   

I'll tell her you're not here, okay?



    

                   

No, it's all right. I'll talk to her.



    

                   

Hello.



    

                   

It's all right. I'm gonna be home

in an hour. Don't worry.



    

                   

Frank, you're a piece of shit.



    

                   

- What are you talking about?

- You know what I'm talking about...



    

                   

...you fucking cockroach.



    

                   

What are you talking about?

Listen to me...



    

                   

You know what a "chaza" is, Frank?



    

                   

That's a pig that don't fly straight.



    

                   

Neither do you, Frank.



    

                   

Tony, why the fuck would I hurt you?



    

                   

I brought you in. So we had

a few differences, no big deal.



    

                   

I gave you your start.

I was the one who believed in you.



    

                   

I stayed loyal to you.



    

                   

I made what I could on the side,

but I never turned on you, Frank! Never!



    

                   

But you...



    

                   

...a man who ain't got his word,

is a cockroach.



    

                   

Mel. Do something, will you?



    

                   

It's your tree, Frank.

You're sitting in it.



    

                   

All right, Tony. I was the one.



    

                   

Please, give me a second chance.



    

                   

Will you do that? Please?



    

                   

You give me a second chance,

I'll give you $    million.



    

                   

Okay? $    million.



    

                   

I got it in a vault over there

in Spain, Tony.



    

                   

We go over there,

we get on a plane, and it's yours.



    

                   

Okay? All of it. $    million.



    

                   

Okay, Tony?



    

                   

Please, Tony?



    

                   

Elvira? Elvira! You want Elvira!



    

                   

You can have her. I'll go away.

I'm gonna disappear.



    

                   

You'll never see me again.

Please, Tony, I don't want to die.



    

                   

I never did nothing to nobody.



    

                   

No, you never did nothing to nobody.



    

                   

- You had somebody else do it for you.

- Tony, I am begging you.



    

                   

- Get up! Get up now!

- Jesus! No! God!



    

                   

Look. Tony, no, don't kill me, please.



    

                   

I won't kill you.



    

                   

- Christ, thank you.

- Get off my foot.



    

                   

- Thank you.

- Manolo, shoot that piece of shit!



    

                   

Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?



    

                   

I told him...



    

                   

...it didn't make any sense...



    

                   

...clipping you when we had you

working for us. He wouldn't listen.



    

                   

He got hot tonight about the broad.



    

                   

He fucked up.



    

                   

You, too, Mel. You fucked up.



    

                   

Don't go too far, Tony.



    

                   

I'm not, Mel. You are.



    

                   

Fuck. You can't shoot a cop!



    

                   

Whoever says you was one?



    

                   

Wait a minute!



    

                   

You let me go. I'll fix this up.



    

                   

Sure, Mel.

Maybe you can hand yourself...



    

                   

...one of them first-class tickets

to the Resurrection.



    

                   

Fucking punk! Son of a bitch!



    

                   

- So long, Mel. Have a good trip.

- Fuck you!



    

                   

- Okay, come on.

- What about Ernie?



    

                   

You want a job, Ernie?



    

                   

- Sure, Tony.

- Okay, then you call me tomorrow.



    

                   

Man, you got a job!



    

                   

Tony! Thanks.



    

                   

God, what's happened?



    

                   

Where's Frank?



    

                   

Where do you think?



    

                   

Come on. Get your stuff.

You're coming with me.



    

                   

So you come to me

with some kind of thing. Okay.



    

                   

You propose it, I talk to you.



    

                   

But we got a problem. I can't pay more.



    

                   

I'm bringing in twice as much

as I ever did before.



    

                   

We're doing $    million,

$    million a month. Come on.



    

                   

That's serious money.



    

                   

- You bank boys gotta come down a bit.

- No way.



    

                   

- That's crazy. We can't do that.

- Then that's too bad.



    

                   

- What am I gonna do?

- We're not a wholesale operation.



    

                   

We're a legitimate bank.

The more cash you give me...



    

                   

...the harder it is for me to rinse.



    

                   

That's a problem. I didn't know.



    

                   

The fact is I can't take any more

of your money...



    

                   

...unless I raise the rates on you.



    

                   

- You gonna raise...

- I gotta do it.



    

                   

- The IRS is coming...

- Don't give me that shit! Let's talk.



    

                   

I'm talking.



    

                   

I go low, you go high.

I know the game.



    

                   

- This is business talk.

- Let me explain something.



    

                   

The IRS is coming down heavy

on South Florida.



    

                   

There was a Time magazine story

that didn't help.



    

                   

There's a recession. I got stockholders

I got to be responsible for.



    

                   

- I got to do it, Tony.

- You'll learn from him.



    

                   

I got to go    percent on the first

$    million in denominations of   .



    

                   

I'll go eight percent on your $    bills,

six on your fives.



    

                   

- We'll go somewhere else.

- That's it.



    

                   

- There's no place else to go.

- Fuck you, man! Fuck you!



    

                   

I'll fly the cash myself

to the Bahamas.



    

                   

Once maybe. Then what?



    

                   

You'll trust some monkey

in a Bahamian bank with $   million...



    

                   

...of your hard-earned dollars?

Come on, Tony. Don't be a schmuck.



    

                   

Who else can you trust? That's why

you pay us what you do. You trust us.



    

                   

Did you hear that guy?



    

                   

You got to listen to him.

You'll learn something.



    

                   

Stay with us. You're a well-liked

customer. You're in good hands with us.



    

                   

- And I got to run.

- I'm safe but poor.



    

                   

- How's married life treating you?

- Better than you are.



    

                   

Say hello to the princess for me,

will you? She's beautiful.



    

                   

- I'll see you. Take care.

- You, too.



    

                   

That prick!



    

                   

Fucking WASP whore.



    

                   

Talking to me like I'm some maricon

who came over on a boat.



    

                   

I tell you what. We don't need

that smiling motherfucker.



    

                   

We should talk to this Jewish guy,

Seidelbaum, okay?



    

                   

He's got his own exchange.

He charges four percent at the most.



    

                   

And he's connected.



    

                   

Fuck them. Mob guys. Guineas.



    

                   

I don't trust them.



    

                   

Did you sweep the house this month?

The cars?



    

                   

Yeah, I told you about it. The $    ?



    

                   

- Look at that.

- What?



    

                   

That cable truck there.



    

                   

Since when does it take three days

to rig a cable?



    

                   

What? You been watching it

for three days?



    

                   

The thing has been there for three days.

What am I gonna do, not look at it?



    

                   

- What, you think it's cops, right?

- I don't know.



    

                   

Could be the Diaz brothers,

coming to get me.



    

                   

Maybe. I'll check it out, okay?



    

                   

You check it out. Then we're gonna blow

that fucking truck back to Colombia!



    

                   

Come on. We're not the only dopers

living on the block.



    

                   

Okay? Remember that.



    

                   

That truck could be anybody and

anything. It could be a cable company...



    

                   

You know something?

You got some fucking attitude.



    

                   

For someone who's in charge

of my security...



    

                   

...here are the keys to the front door.

Go down there. Give them the keys!



    

                   

- I'm just trying to say something.

- What?



    

                   

You're spending a lot of money

on this counter-surveillance.



    

                   

I don't give a fuck.



    

                   

It's    percent of our adjusted gross.

   percent is not peanuts.



    

                   

I don't give a fuck! It makes me sleep

good at night. That's what counts.



    

                   

- Okay? You worry about it.

- I am worried about it.



    

                   

I'm telling you. We're getting sloppy.



    

                   

Our thinking, our fucking attitude,

you know?



    

                   

We're not fucking hungry anymore.



    

                   

Miami's changing.

You can see it everywhere.



    

                   

New construction. New jobs.



    

                   

Growth that's financed

by Florida Security Trust.



    

                   

We've put your money to work

for    years...



    

                   

...building a more prosperous Miami.



    

                   

Count on us being here tomorrow.



    

                   

That's because for    years

you been fucking everybody.



    

                   

Somebody should do something

about those whores.



    

                   

I mean, charging me    points

on my money.



    

                   

They're getting away with it.

Fuck, there's no laws anymore.



    

                   

- Forget it.

- Anything goes.



    

                   

They been around      years.

They got all the angles figured out.



    

                   

You know what capitalism is?

Getting fucked.



    

                   

True capitalist if ever I met one.



    

                   

Did you hear that?



    

                   

How would you know, Bubblehead?



    

                   

You ever do nothing besides get

your hair fixed and powder your nose?



    

                   

Look at you.

You do too much of that shit.



    

                   

Nothing exceeds like excess.



    

                   

- You should know that, Tony.

- I should know what?



    

                   

What should I know?



    

                   

Why do you have to talk to me like that

all the time?



    

                   

- Like I got to know something.

- Let me talk to you.



    

                   

- Listen.

- What time is it?



    

                   

This Seidelbaum.



    

                   

Five to  :  .



    

                   

- Okay.

- I met with this guy Seidelbaum...



    

                   

...the drug-related violence

that's plagued South Florida...



    

                   

He's good for a laugh, this guy.



    

                   

With a small law-enforcement budget

how can you put a dent...



    

                   

...on an estimated

$     billion-a-year business?



    

                   

It seems at times all you can do

is put your finger in the dike and pray.



    

                   

Put your fingers in a dike?



    

                   

The only place you can get your fingers

is in some dyke.



    

                   

Not by outlawing the substances,

but by legalizing and taxing them.



    

                   

These voices say that will drive out

the organized crime element.



    

                   

I am not one of those voices.



    

                   

I know that. But you know why?



    

                   

'Cause you got your head up your culo,

that's why.



    

                   

That fucking guy,

he never tells the truth.



    

                   

...splendor of our city at its best.



    

                   

It's those guys, man! It's

the fucking bankers, the politicians...



    

                   

...they're the ones

that wanna make coke illegal!



    

                   

So they can make the fucking money,

and they get the fucking votes!



    

                   

They fighting the bad guys.

They're the bad guys!



    

                   

They fuck anything and anyone.



    

                   

Can't you stop saying "fuck"

all the time?



    

                   

Can't you stop talking about money?

It's boring, Tony.



    

                   

Where's this coming from?

Boring? What's boring?



    

                   

You're boring.



    

                   

"Money."

That's all I hear in this house.



    

                   

Look at the pelican fly.

Come on, pelican!



    

                   

- Here it is.

- Frank never talked about money.



    

                   

That's 'cause he was so smart.



    

                   

You know what you're becoming?



    

                   

You're an immigrant spic millionaire

who can't stop talking...



    

                   

Who the fuck you calling a "spic,"

you white piece of bread?



    

                   

Get out of the way of the TV!



    

                   

Dig a hole in the yard, bury it,

and forget about it.



    

                   

I work hard for this!

I want you to know that.



    

                   

Somebody should've given it to you.

You would've been a nicer person.



    

                   

Know what your problem is, Pussycat?



    

                   

What is my problem?



    

                   

You got nothing to do with your life.



    

                   

Why don't you get a job or something.



    

                   

Do something. Be a nurse.



    

                   

Work with blind kids, lepers.

That kind of thing.



    

                   

Anything beats lying around all day

waiting for me to fuck you!



    

                   

Don't toot your horn, honey.

You're not that good.



    

                   

No? Frank was better.



    

                   

You're an asshole!



    

                   

Where you going? Come here!



    

                   

Elvie! I was kidding!



    

                   

I was only kidding!



    

                   

I guess sometimes married life

is not all it's cracked up to be.



    

                   

- Where you going?

- I got a date.



    

                   

You got a date? Come here.



    

                   

- What?

- This Seidelbaum thing.



    

                   

Yeah, it's all set up.



    

                   

Yeah, well, you forget it.

Stay out of it. I'll take care of it.



    

                   

Stay out of it? It's my deal.

I set it up.



    

                   

You're not a negotiator,

Manny, you know that.



    

                   

You like the ladies more than the money.

That's your problem.



    

                   

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm your partner, okay?



    

                   

You're not gonna trust me with that

kind of thing, who're you gonna trust?



    

                   

Junior partner.



    

                   

Bullshit, man.



    

                   

Don't talk to me about trust,

I don't like it.



    

                   

You should listen to your wife.

She's right. You are an asshole, man!



    

                   

Come here. Gimme a kiss. Come here.



    

                   

Fuck you, man!



    

                   

Who put this thing together?

Me! That's who!



    

                   

Who do I trust? Me!



    

                   

Fuck him. "Trust."



    

                   

Asshole. Fuck called me an asshole.



    

                   

I need that shit.



    

                   

I don't need him.



    

                   

I don't need her. Fuck them.

I don't need nobody.



    

                   

Back then I worked in pictures

down in Colombia.



    

                   

I was in that movie Burn.

You ever see it?



    

                   

You saw me with Marlon Brando.

You know we're good friends.



    

                   

- I was his driver.

- No shit?



    

                   

- Brando.

- They shot it there. Cartagena.



    

                   

Gillo Pontecorvo. He was the director.

Italian guy.



    

                   

- Tell me about him.

- I also know Paul Newman.



    

                   

- I worked with him in Tucson.

- No kidding?



    

                   

Do you know Benny Alvarez?



    

                   

In Tucson. Benny Alvarez?



    

                   

- Subtotal.

- No?



    

                   

He's a nice guy.



    

                   

$      .  .



    

                   

You want a company check here?



    

                   

I got $      .



    

                   

That's just not possible.

The machine don't make mistakes.



    

                   

- Let's count it again.

- No. Come on.



    

                   

Business is business. Come on.

You're talking $      here.



    

                   

Okay, you keep the change.

Okay. I don't give a shit.



    

                   

- I'll count it again for you.

- No, come on.



    

                   

This check here,

where does this check go?



    

                   

- Montana Realty Company.

- Montana what?



    

                   

Montana Realty Company.



    

                   

Montana Realty Company.



    

                   

- That's $      .

- $      .



    

                   

How come you don't know

Benny Alvarez?



    

                   

- Me and Benny have lunch together.

- He probably knows me.



    

                   

You ask him.



    

                   

We're up to what?



    

                   

Seven checks. $        .



    

                   

$       more.

We ought to take a leak.



    

                   

Freeze!



    

                   

- Get your hands up!

- Go against the wall and turn around.



    

                   

You're not kidding.



    

                   

You're under arrest

for violation of the RICO Statute.



    

                   

"You have the right to remain silent.

Anything said will be used against you."



    

                   

- How do I know you guys are cops?

- What's that say, asshole?



    

                   

That pretty good, man.

Where'd you get that?



    

                   

You call yourself a Cuban?

You make a real Cuban throw up!



    

                   

Call your dog off me, Seidelbaum.



    

                   

- I want to call my lawyer.

- Lot of good he's gonna do you.



    

                   

You see that eye there in the clock?



    

                   

Say, "Hi, honey."



    

                   

That's pretty cute. Look at that.

You jerk off in front of us, Seidelbaum?



    

                   

I was supposed to meet this chick at

 :  . You're a fucking pain in the ass.



    

                   

All right, Danny, kill it.



    

                   

You understand the rights

I've given you?



    

                   

I know all that bullshit, Seidelbaum!

Save your breath.



    

                   

You got nothing on me.

You know it! I know it!



    

                   

I'm changing dollar bills, that's all.



    

                   

You want to waste my time?

Okay. I call my lawyer.



    

                   

He's the best lawyer in Miami.

He's such a good lawyer...



    

                   

...that by tomorrow morning,

you gonna be working in Alaska.



    

                   

So dress warm.



    

                   

Give me a check for $       

plus $    cash.



    

                   

I guarantee you walk

on the conspiracy charge.



    

                   

But they're gonna come back at us

on a tax evasion, and they'll get it.



    

                   

So, what am I looking at here?



    

                   

Five years. You'll be out in three.



    

                   

Maybe less, if I can make a deal.



    

                   

Three fucking years!



    

                   

For what?



    

                   

Washing money? The fucking country

was built on washed money.



    

                   

- Can't be that bad. It's not like Cuba.

- What the fuck you talking?



    

                   

- The jails are like hotels.

- You kidding me or what?



    

                   

- You fucking high or what?

- I'll delay the trial.



    

                   

Ayear and a half, two years.

You won't even start...



    

                   

Fuck you, man!

I'm not going back in any cage, okay?



    

                   

No way. I been there.



    

                   

Okay, look.



    

                   

I give you $       more.

Okay, now that's $      .



    

                   

With that kind of money,

you can buy the supreme court.



    

                   

Tony, the law has to prove

beyond a reasonable doubt.



    

                   

I'm an expert at raising that doubt.

But when you a got a $        ...



    

                   

...undeclared dollars

staring into a videotape camera...



    

                   

...honey, baby, it's hard to convince

a jury you found it in a taxicab.



    

                   

I'm so glad you could come on such

short notice. I really appreciate it.



    

                   

- It's okay.

- How's Elvira?



    

                   

- Great. How's your wife?

- Three more months.



    

                   

- Yeah? Congratulations.

- How about you?



    

                   

When you gonna have another Tony

to take your place?



    

                   

- I'm working on it.

- You have to work harder. Come.



    

                   

I want you to meet some of my friends.



    

                   

This is Pedro Quinn, chairman

of the Andes Sugar Corporation.



    

                   

- Pleasure meeting you.

- Nice to meet you.



    

                   

General Edward Strasser,

Commander of the First Army Corps.



    

                   

Pleasure.



    

                   

This is Ariel Bleyer

with the Ministry of the Interior here.



    

                   

And here is our friend,

Charles Goodson from Washington.



    

                   

- Nice to meet you.

- How do you do, Mr. Montana?



    

                   

Sit here, Tony.



    

                   

Gentlemen.



    

                   

I would like to discuss something

that is of interest to all of us here.



    

                   

You have a problem, Tony.



    

                   

We have a problem.



    

                   

I think together

we can solve all our problems.



    

                   

We all know you have tax troubles

in your country...



    

                   

...and that you may have to do

a little time.



    

                   

We have friends in Washington...



    

                   

...who assure us

these troubles can be taken care of.



    

                   

You may have to pay some back taxes,

a big fine...



    

                   

...but there will be no prison.



    

                   

Okay.



    

                   

So what's your problem, Alex?



    

                   

I'll show you my problem.



    

                   

I've heard about financial support

your government receives...



    

                   

...from the drug industry in Bolivia.



    

                   

Well, the irony of this is that

this money, which is in the billions...



    

                   

...is coming from your country.



    

                   

You are the major purchaser of

our national product which is cocaine.



    

                   

On one hand, you're saying

the US government...



    

                   

...is spending millions to eliminate

the flow of drugs onto our streets.



    

                   

At the same time, we are doing business

with the same government...



    

                   

...that is flooding our streets

with cocaine.



    

                   

Let me show you

a few of the other characters...



    

                   

...that are involved

in this tragicomedy.



    

                   

My organization just recently traced

a large purchase by this man.



    

                   

This charming face here

belongs to General Cucombre.



    

                   

He is the Minister of the Defense

of Bolivia, my country.



    

                   

And General Cucombre just

a couple months ago...



    

                   

...bought a $    million villa

on Lake Lucerne in Switzerland.



    

                   

Now, if Cucombre is supposed to be

the Bolivian Defense Minister...



    

                   

...what is he doing living

in Switzerland? Guarding cash registers?



    

                   

This man here, Alejandro Sosa,

a very interesting character.



    

                   

He's a wealthy landowner,

educated in England, very good family.



    

                   

But this man is the business brain

and drug overlord...



    

                   

...of an empire that stretches

across the Andes.



    

                   

He's not your ordinary drug dealer.



    

                   

Well, discussing it openly...



    

                   

He's scheduled for    Minutes next.



    

                   

He is going on French, British,

Italian, Japanese television.



    

                   

People everywhere

are starting to listen to him.



    

                   

It's embarrassing, Tony.



    

                   

That is our problem.



    

                   

You remember Alberto, don't you?



    

                   

How could I forget him?



    

                   

Alberto is an expert

in the disposal business.



    

                   

He's going to help us fix our problem.



    

                   

But he doesn't speak English.



    

                   

He doesn't know his way

around the States too well.



    

                   

He needs a little help.



    

                   

Is that a problem, Tony?



    

                   

No problem.



    

                   

Good.



    

                   

So what's the big mystery

with the Bolivian situation?



    

                   

You gonna tell me what happened

with Sosa, or what?



    

                   

A lot of bullshit, that's what happened.



    

                   

Politics.



    

                   

I want you to stay down here

for a while.



    

                   

Run things for me.



    

                   

I gotta go to New York next week.



    

                   

Fuck this, man.



    

                   

I don't like it, man.

I don't like this at all.



    

                   

You don't like it?



    

                   

You the one that got me into this mess

in the first place.



    

                   

With that fucking Seidelbaum,

that right?



    

                   

With Seidelbaum? What does Seidelbaum

have to do with Sosa?



    

                   

How do you connect those two?



    

                   

Why don't you eat your food?

What's wrong with it?



    

                   

I'm not hungry.



    

                   

- You're not hungry?

- Do you even know about the trial?



    

                   

- What did you order it for, then?

- I lost my appetite.



    

                   

Do you even know that Sheffield said

he can get you a postponement?



    

                   

Is this it? That's what

it's all about, Manny?



    

                   

Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking?



    

                   

- Come on, man.

- Snorting?



    

                   

Then what?



    

                   

Tell me. Then what?



    

                   

You're   . You got a bag for a belly.



    

                   

You got tits, you need a bra.



    

                   

They got hair on them.



    

                   

You got a liver,

and they got spots on it...



    

                   

...and you're eating

this fucking shit...



    

                   

...and you're looking like

these rich fucking mummies in here.



    

                   

Come on. It's not so bad.

It could be worse.



    

                   

- Is this what it's all about?

- Forget it.



    

                   

This what I work for? Tell me.



    

                   

Look at that.



    

                   

Ajunkie.



    

                   

I got a fucking junkie for a wife.

She don't eat nothing.



    

                   

Sleeps all day

with them black shades on.



    

                   

- Wakes up with a Quaalude...

- Don't pick on her, man.



    

                   

...and who won't fuck me

'cause she's in a coma.



    

                   

I can't even have a kid with her, Manny.



    

                   

Her womb is so polluted, I can't even

have a fucking little baby with her!



    

                   

You son of a bitch!



    

                   

You fuck!



    

                   

- You shouldn't talk like that.

- How dare you talk to me like that!



    

                   

What makes you

so much better than me?



    

                   

- What do you do?

- Don't worry.



    

                   

You deal drugs and you kill people.

That's wonderful, Tony.



    

                   

Real contribution to human history.



    

                   

- Go ahead. Tell everybody.

- You want a kid?



    

                   

- Tell the world.

- What kind of a father would you make?



    

                   

Gonna drive him to school

in the mornings?



    

                   

Are you even gonna be alive

by the time the kid goes to school?



    

                   

- You don't know how to be a husband!

- Sit down before I...



    

                   

Do we ever go anywhere without having

six thugs hanging around all the time?



    

                   

I have Nick "The Pig" as a friend.



    

                   

What kind of life is that?



    

                   

Can't you see...



    

                   

...what we're becoming, Tony?

We're losers.



    

                   

We're not winners, we're losers.



    

                   

- Go home. You're stoned.

- I'm not stoned, you're stoned.



    

                   

- Get her out of here.

- Come on.



    

                   

I'm not going home with you.



    

                   

I'm not going home with anybody.



    

                   

I'm going home alone.



    

                   

I'm leaving you.



    

                   

I don't need this shit anymore.



    

                   

Okay, but I'll walk you out.

I'll take her home in a cab.



    

                   

Let her go.



    

                   

Another Quaalude,

she gonna love me again.



    

                   

What're you looking at?



    

                   

You're all a bunch of fucking assholes.



    

                   

You know why?



    

                   

You don't have the guts

to be what you want to be.



    

                   

You need people like me.



    

                   

You need people like me

so you can point your fucking fingers...



    

                   

...and say, "That's the bad guy."



    

                   

So...



    

                   

...what does that make you?



    

                   

Good?



    

                   

You're not good.



    

                   

You just know how to hide...



    

                   

...how to lie.



    

                   

Me, I don't have that problem.



    

                   

Me, I always tell the truth.



    

                   

Even when I lie.



    

                   

So say good night to the bad guy!



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

The last time you gonna see a bad guy

like this again, let me tell you.



    

                   

Come on. Make way for the bad guy.



    

                   

There's a bad guy coming through!



    

                   

Better get out of his way!



    

                   

No. You tell Sheffield

to keep his nose out of it.



    

                   

There's gonna be no trial.

I got it all under control now.



    

                   

Just tell him to stay out of it!



    

                   

Okay, what about Elvira? Did she call?



    

                   

Yeah, all right.



    

                   

Tony, everything go okay?



    

                   

Yeah, everything is roses.



    

                   

Tony, what time do you got?



    

                   

- Ten to.

- Ten to.



    

                   

- Where is this guy, man?

- I gotta call Manny again.



    

                   

You don't tell me what to do here!



    

                   

- He's coming out.

- He's coming.



    

                   

- I don't give a fuck.

- It's him, man.



    

                   

I don't care where you blow him up.



    

                   

Tell me when, okay?



    

                   

You just tell me when.

That's all I care about.



    

                   

I heard you the first time.

One time. That's all you gotta tell me.



    

                   

This fucking guy, I'm telling you.



    

                   

Look. Here he comes.



    

                   

Where's he going?



    

                   

What's he doing that way?



    

                   

What the fuck he doing?



    

                   

What the fuck is that? Come here.



    

                   

You said she took the kids

in the other car!



    

                   

She did every fucking day.

I don't know what's going on.



    

                   

No fucking way.

No fucking way. That's it!



    

                   

This fucking guy.



    

                   

Fuck you, you fucking vulture.



    

                   

Two little kids in the car.

This is so fucking bad.



    

                   

This is so fucking bad.



    

                   

I see them, all right? I see them!



    

                   

Shut the fuck up, okay?



    

                   

You don't have the guts to look them

in the eye when you kill them.



    

                   

You gotta hide with that shit.



    

                   

He's getting up. Let's do it.



    

                   

Make you feel good?



    

                   

Make you feel good to kill a mama

and her kids. Make you feel big.



    

                   

Like you big man! Fuck you!



    

                   

What do you think I am?

You think I kill two kids and a woman?



    

                   

Fuck that!

I don't need that shit in my life!



    

                   

You die, motherfucker!



    

                   

What do you think I am?

You think I'm a fucking worm like you?



    

                   

I told you, man!

I told you, don't fuck with me!



    

                   

I told you, no fucking kids!



    

                   

No, but you wouldn't listen!

You stupid fuck! Look at you now.



    

                   

Nick, where the fuck you been?



    

                   

On a delivery?



    

                   

Where the hell is Manny?

I been calling all over. Where is he?



    

                   

I don't know, Tony.

He's been gone the last couple of days.



    

                   

- He didn't say nothing.

- He's gone? What? Where?



    

                   

I left him in fucking charge, man!

Where the fuck is he?



    

                   

You can't trust nobody anymore!



    

                   

I don't know, Tony. He just took off.



    

                   

- He didn't say nothing.

- He took off?



    

                   

- Are you all right?

- No, I'm not all right! I'm pissed!



    

                   

When I get back there,

I'll kick some ass all over the place!



    

                   

- When you coming back?

- I'm coming back tonight!



    

                   

This fucking cocksucker.



    

                   

Tony, your mama called. Gina's gone.



    

                   

- Gone? Where?

- She got to see you right away.



    

                   

Okay, just tell her

I'll call her tonight.



    

                   

Listen to me.

What about Elvie? She call?



    

                   

- No.

- No?



    

                   

Okay, listen to me.



    

                   

If she calls, just tell her I love her.

Okay? Just tell her that.



    

                   

You hear from Manny?



    

                   

No. Your mama called,

she gotta see you.



    

                   

And Sosa has been ringing

every half hour. He sounds pissed.



    

                   

- Get him on the phone. Elvie call?

- No.



    

                   

You keep trying Manny.

I want that cocksucker here.



    

                   

- I want him here now! Okay?

- Okay.



    

                   

Come on. Go ahead, get him!

Let's go. Come on!



    

                   

Yeah? Mama. Yeah, I know. I know.



    

                   

They told me.



    

                   

Okay. I'm coming over.



    

                   

I'll be over to see you.

I'll be over, yeah.



    

                   

Put it on the speaker.



    

                   

What happened, Tony?



    

                   

- Alex, how you doing?

- What happened?



    

                   

We had some problems.



    

                   

- Alex?

- Tony, what happened?



    

                   

- We had a little problem.

- I heard.



    

                   

How you hear that?



    

                   

Our friend gave a speech at the UN.



    

                   

He was not supposed to give that speech.



    

                   

Well, your guy, Alberto,

he's a piece of shit.



    

                   

I told him to do something. He didn't

listen, so I canceled his contract.



    

                   

My partners and I are pissed off, Tony.



    

                   

That's okay. No big deal.



    

                   

There's other Albertos.

We'll do it next month.



    

                   

No, Tony, you can't do that.



    

                   

They found what was under the car, Tony.



    

                   

Now our friend has got security

up the ass...



    

                   

...and the heat is gonna come down hard

on my partners and me.



    

                   

There's not gonna be a next time...



    

                   

...you dumb cocksucker! You blew it!

- Take it easy when you talk to me.



    

                   

I told you a long time ago, you

fucking little monkey, not to fuck me!



    

                   

Who the fuck

you think you're talking to?



    

                   

You want to fuck with...



    

                   

Who the fuck you think I am,

your fucking bellboy?



    

                   

You want to go to war?

We take you to war, okay?



    

                   

Alex, you there? Hey!



    

                   

He's not there. Calmate, man.



    

                   

She got a place of her own.

She don't tell me where.



    

                   

One night, I follow her in a taxi. She

goes to a fancy house, Coconut Grove.



    

                   

- Where'd she get the money?

- You!



    

                   

You were giving her the money!

You see what you do to her?



    

                   

- I don't give her that kind of money.

- You did!



    

                   

- One time, $      you gave her.

- Was a guy with her?



    

                   

I don't know.



    

                   

There was this car in the driveway.



    

                   

I know if I go there, she'll kill me.

She's like you.



    

                   

Where's the place? Where is it?



    

                   

    something. Citrus Drive.



    

                   

-     what?

-     I think.



    

                   

You gotta talk to her, Antonio.

She don't listen to me.



    

                   

She says to me, "Mira, shut up!

Mind your own business."



    

                   

Exactly like you do. Ever since you

came back, she's been getting this way.



    

                   

- I gotta go.

- Why do you have to hurt everything?



    

                   

Why do you have to destroy...



    

                   

...everything that comes your way?



    

                   

    Citrus Drive.



    

                   

- Tony, I can't find Manny anywhere.

- Fuck!



    

                   

Okay. Listen, Boss, I'll try again.



    

                   

You stay here. Keep trying Manny, okay?



    

                   

We got married just yesterday.

We were gonna surprise you.



    

                   

Jesus, Tony.



    

                   

Tony, we gotta get outta here, man.

We gotta get outta here.



    

                   

Go get Gina.



    

                   

No!



    

                   

No, Gina. Come on, Gina. No!



    

                   

God!



    

                   

Tony, we can't stay here. We gotta go.

We gotta get out of here.



    

                   

Come on, Gina.



    

                   

Here we go. It's gonna be okay.



    

                   

- You got her?

- I got her.



    

                   

No! This is Tony's place! Let me go!



    

                   

We put some pills into her.

She's gonna be all right, Tony.



    

                   

She's cooling down. Right?



    

                   

- She's gonna be fine. Just fine.

- Right.



    

                   

What are we gonna do now?



    

                   

Do?



    

                   

We're going to war.



    

                   

That's what we're gonna do.



    

                   

We're gonna eat that Sosa for breakfast!



    

                   

Close that fucker down.



    

                   

Tony. Take it easy.



    

                   

All right, Ernie. Let's go.

We'll take care of the house.



    

                   

Come on. This cocksucker's

gonna run all over you.



    

                   

Come on. I'll bury these cocksuckers.



    

                   

We gotta get organized here.



    

                   

Fuck! Manny.



    

                   

How the fuck I do that?



    

                   

How the fuck I do that, Manny?



    

                   

Is this what you want, Tony?



    

                   

You can't stand for another man

to be touching me.



    

                   

So you want me, Tony?



    

                   

What are you talking?



    

                   

Is that it?



    

                   

Here I am, Tony.



    

                   

I am all yours now, Tony, you see?



    

                   

I'm all yours now.



    

                   

You better come and get me now.



    

                   

- All right. Come on.

- Come and get me.



    

                   

Come and get me.



    

                   

You do it now before it's too late.



    

                   

Come on, Tony.



    

                   

Fuck me.



    

                   

Fuck me. Come on and just fuck me!



    

                   

Die!



    

                   

They're all over the place!

Get out of here!



    

                   

Come on. Look at your face.

It's all dirty.



    

                   

Please talk to me.



    

                   

Don't be mad at me.



    

                   

Please. Gina. Come on.



    

                   

I love Manny, you know?



    

                   

I love him.



    

                   

And I love you, too, you know?



    

                   

Gimme a smile.



    

                   

They're coming from everywhere!

Tony, open up! Open the fucking door!



    

                   

Please! Tony!



    

                   

Let me in, Boss! Please!



    

                   

Tony, open the fucking door!



    

                   

You wait here, okay?

I'll be with you. I'll be back.



    

                   

You wait for me. I'm coming back.



    

                   

Okay, Sosa. You want to fuck with me?



    

                   

You're fucking with the best!



    

                   

You want to fuck with me?



    

                   

You cockroaches.



    

                   

You want to play games?

Okay, I play with you.



    

                   

You wanna play rough?



    

                   

Say hello to my little friend!



    

                   

You want to play rough?



    

                   

There! You like that?



    

                   

You want more?



    

                   

You whores!



    

                   

Cowards!



    

                   

Want to fuck with me?



    

                   

Go ahead!



    

                   

Die!



    

                   

How'd you like that?



    

                   

You fucking maricon!



    

                   

You think you can take me?



    

                   

You need a fucking army,

if you gonna take me!



    

                   

You hear? Come on!

I take you all to fucking hell!



    

                   

Who you think you fucking with?

I'm Tony Montana!



    

                   

You fuck with me,

you fucking with the best!



    

                   

I'm still standing.



    

                   

Come on! I take your fucking bullet!



    

                   

Come on! I take your fucking bullet!



    

                   

You think you kill me with bullets?

I take your fucking bullets! Go ahead!











  

 
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