Are you awake?
No.
What time is it?
Two o'clock.
Almost two o'clock.
AM or PM?
You're not serious.
Not entirely.
It's afternoon.
I know.
What time is your flight?
7:40 to Amsterdam.
I haven't seen
you for two weeks,
and you're leaving
again this evening?
I know.
I'll be gone for just a few days.
God, you're a sexy woman.
What are you doing?
I'm not doing anything.
They're going to take
me out of here on a gurney.
Ah!
Tell me something sexy.
I want you to put
your hand up my dress.
But you're not wearing a dress.
What does that
have to do with it?
It's something you
like for me to say.
I know.
But it has to be real, doesn't it?
Why don't you just tell me what it
is that you want me to do to you?
I want you to touch me.
You want me to touch you where?
I want you to
touch me down there.
You do?
I really do.
Say it more sexy.
I want you to touch me.
God, you're sopping.
I know.
How did you get yourself
into such a state?
From thinking about you.
From thinking about me, what?
From thinking about your
sweet face between my legs.
Wait, wait, wait.
I think I should go tidy up.
I don't want you to.
Slow, slow, slow.
How do you know how to do that?
From hanging out
with really nasty girls.
You've ruined me,
you know that?
I hope so.
Oh, my God!
Ah.
Do you like it because it
reminds you of somewhere else?
That's not why I like it.
I like it for itself.
It doesn't have
to be like something else.
No.
Do I remind you
of someone else?
Yes, you do.
Someone you miss?
Someone who is dead.
I don't think I miss things.
I think to miss something is to
hope that it will come back.
But it's not coming back.
I've always known that
since I was a girl.
You don't think
that's a bit cold?
I think truth
has no temperature.
Mmm.
There it goes.
Follow me, please.
Good morning.
I want her to have something that
she won't be uncomfortable wearing.
I don't want to
give her a diamond
so big,
she'd be afraid to wear it.
She is probably more
courageous than you imagine.
Is this a pillow?
No, it's an Asscher.
Look at the corners.
Let's put it in
the grading box.
The pillow has a slight arc
to the sides.
It is a modern version
of the old-mine cut.
Let's look at the color.
Put it table-side down.
So you're looking
through the pavilion?
Yes,
there's more to look through.
It appears to be yellow.
It's nitrogen that
gives it the yellow.
The colors start with D.
A D-stone has no color.
So, what am I looking at?
H.
Is that still a good color?
That's a very good color.
The truth is that
anything you can say
about the diamond is
in the nature of a flaw.
A perfect diamond would be
composed simply of light.
Do you see the inclusion?
No.
It is small,
what we would call a feather.
Remember,
you're not looking for merit.
This is a cynical business.
We seek only imperfection.
Yes.
I think I see it.
So, it is graded what?
A VS1.
Some might grade it higher.
You might grade it higher.
You like this stone?
Oh. I like that stone.
How many carats is it?
3.9.
It's expensive.
The stones themselves
have their own view of things.
Let me show you.
This is a cautionary stone.
Although, I suppose
every diamond is cautionary.
A cautionary diamond.
Of course, why not?
It's not a small thing to wish for,
however unattainable,
to aspire to
the stone's endless destiny.
Isn't that
the meaning of adornment?
To enhance
the beauty of the beloved
is to acknowledge
both her frailty,
and the nobility
of that frailty.
We announce to the darkness
that we will not be diminished
by the brevity of our lives.
That we will not
thereby be made less.
You will see.
Afternoon, sir.
Thank you.
Looking good, Counselor.
Chris.
How you doing?
Good.
Where's Reiner?
He's in there.
You don't have
to worry about it.
Yeah, but who paid for it?
I put the credit card down.
So, obviously, I paid for it.
You paid for it? I don't care.
But you like it?
I do like it.
I've never been to Barbados.
Are all the ladies as sexy as you?
It's a steaming pit
of sexual abandon.
I don't believe you.
Well, it used to be. I left.
Ah, come in.
Good morning, Counselor.
Good morning. Malkina.
Hola, guapo.
Hey.
How's Laura?
Incredible.
That sounds about right.
Nice lady, nice lady.
I assume that she's not privy to
your newest business venture.
She's not. And your lady?
Uh...
Yeah.
"Yeah," what?
I don't know what she knows.
I don't want to know.
You don't trust her?
Jesus, Counselor.
She's a woman.
I don't mean to
sound that cold.
I just mean that, where men are concerned,
they've got their own agenda.
I always liked smart women.
But it's been an expensive hobby, you know?
Yeah.
Do you know what
all that stuff is?
Mostly, yeah.
Anything I don't know, I can ask her.
Which worries me even more.
You never told me what happened
with you and
the lovely Clarissa.
Ms. Clarissa of
the extraordinary body.
I think in the end,
it was jealousy that undid us.
Jealousy?
Yeah,
she was getting more pussy than I was.
Is that true?
I think so.
Probably, yeah.
So, is this place secure?
Who knows?
I don't speak in arraignable
phrases anywhere.
There's a scrambler on
the phone, but still,
there's a lot of
smart people out there.
Of course,
anybody who thinks he's the smartest
is on his way to the slam.
Would that be me?
No, no.
Although, I have to
say that I always thought
a law degree was
a license to steal
and that you, for one,
hadn't really capitalized on it.
You're not the straight dude
people think though, are you?
I guess not.
I don't mean the caper, I mean you.
Women like you.
All right.
Do you know what
they like about you?
I'm a good fuck?
Right!
No, they can sniff out
the moral dilemma.
The paradox.
"Moral dilemma."
Yeah, they're drawn to it.
Not sure why.
Maybe it's just that lacking
any moral sense themselves,
they're
fascinated by it in men.
Men are attracted to flawed women,
too, of course,
but their illusion
is that they can fix them.
Women don't want
to fix anything.
They only want
to be entertained.
The truth about
women is you can
do anything to
them except bore them.
Well
there's nothing about Laura
that I would want to fix.
Maybe not.
Do you think she
knows things about me
that I don't know about myself?
Jesus, Counselor, I'm not even sure
what sort of question that is.
Yeah.
Okay.
If you pursue this road
that you've embarked upon,
you will eventually
come to moral decisions
that will take you
completely by surprise.
You won't see it coming at all.
I don't intend
to take this up as a trade.
Yeah, one-time deal, right?
Which you've heard
a thousand times.
No, but a few.
What usually happens is that
after a couple of deals,
they know more than you do and they
set up shop across the street.
And how does that
work out for them?
Not well.
So,
that would be a moral issue.
Not for me.
Or for your associates.
Yeah, well...
They have a real aversion to
mixing business with pleasure.
Do you know what a bolito is?
No.
A bolo is one of
those skinny neckties
or one of those things
you throw in Argentina.
Yeah, right.
No. In this case,
it's a mechanical device
and it has this
small electric motor
with this rather
incredible compound
gear that
retrieves a steel cable.
Battery-driven.
And the cable is made out
of some unholy alloy,
almost impossible to cut it.
And it's in a loop.
And you come up behind the guy
and you drop it over his head
and you pull the free end of
the cable tight and walk away.
No one ever even sees you.
And pulling
the cable activates the motor
and the noose starts to tighten
and it continues to tighten
until it goes to zero.
It cuts the guy's head off.
Yeah, well, it can.
There's nothing he can do.
No.
Jesus.
Yeah.
How long does it take?
Oh...
Three,
four minutes, five maybe.
It depends on your collar size.
You're shitting me.
No, no, no.
It's just that
there's no easy way
to turn the thing off,
or reason to.
It just keeps running until the
noose closes completely and then...
It self-destructs.
Actually, you're probably dead
in less than a minute.
From strangulation?
No.
The wire cuts through
the carotid arteries
and then sprays blood
all over the spectators
and everybody goes home.
Sweet.
Yeah, sweet.
Think about it, Counselor.
Here you go, ma'am.
Thank you.
Enjoy your meal.
Thank you.
I have something to
discuss with you
and I'm a bit scared.
Hmm.
Have you been bad?
No.
Actually,
I don't have that much to discuss, so...
Let me just give you this
and tell me what you think.
Will you?
Don't leave me hanging, here.
Yes, I will!
Try it.
What, you didn't know?
I knew
but I was scared anyway.
That's good.
It's so beautiful.
You are a glory.
I'm a glory?
Yes.
As in "glorious."
You're a glorious woman.
And you're a man
of impeccable taste.
Sorry,
I shouldn't have said that.
You can't take it back.
Here.
I intend to love
you until I die.
Me first.
Not on your life.
That's a nice ring.
How many carats is it?
I don't know.
You don't know?
No.
You've gotta be kidding me.
No, I don't know.
Let me see it.
No, take it off.
Mmm.
It's a 3.5 carat.
Maybe 3.8.
It's a nice stone.
It's Asscher cut.
Thank you.
Good color.
Probably an F, or a G.
Nothing visible,
so at least a VS2.
Wanna know how much it's worth?
No.
You really don't, do you?
I really don't.
So, have you set a date?
Not yet.
I really want to get married in the Church.
And he's okay with that.
He was married before,
so I thought that would be a problem.
But the church doesn't recognize
other marriages, so...
Are you nervous?
A little bit.
Sometimes I am.
So, you're a church lady?
I go. It's important to me.
And what about confession?
Yeah.
Well, maybe not so much.
Does the priest
ever ask you about sex?
He doesn't ask,
but you're supposed to tell him everything.
And all the nasty shit you did,
you're just
supposed to pretend like
you're never gonna
do it again, right?
I guess.
Hmm. Strange.
And suppose you've done
something really nasty?
He doesn't press
you for the details?
I don't think so.
You're blushing.
Mm-mmm.
Okay,
we can change the subject.
We'll talk about my sex life.
You're teasing.
Just rattling your cage.
What a world.
Do you think
the world is strange?
I meant yours.
Hello?
Reiner, are you there?
Counselor.
I think I'm in.
You can't think, Counselor.
You're in or you're out.
All right, I'm in. And thanks.
Don't thank me yet.
I won't say, "I hope you know what
you're doing" because you don't.
But, money problems
are serious problems.
You keep telling yourself
it's not as bad as it appears
and then one morning, you realize
it's worse. - Am I close?
My back is against
the fucking wall, man.
I believe you.
Do you have the cash?
I'll have it Thursday.
All right.
I'll call
Westray and set it up.
Counselor.
Westray.
It's not dark
enough in here for you?
Wow.
That's a dandy. What happened?
Confrontation with a doorman.
"Confrontation"?
Jesus.
What did you say to him?
I think I told him that he
was not to take it personally
but he should go fuck himself.
What did he say to that?
He said, "I'm gonna hurt you,
white person."
What will you have?
I'll have a Heineken.
Make it two.
I didn't know you
got into donnybrooks.
I don't.
Anyway,
it was in another country.
And besides,
the wretch is dead.
No, but I sent a pair of reliable
chaps to speak with him.
Bloody expensive, too.
You surprise me.
Counselor,
I'm just a middle man.
I know the smallest
crumb can devour us.
You learn not to let anything pass.
You can't afford to.
I should keep that in mind.
You might keep that in mind.
So, fire away.
All right.
What do you do with the money?
What do I do,
or what does one do?
What do you do?
Mine goes offshore.
We can talk about it if you like,
but you can't use my people.
All right.
Okay. Let me make a call.
All right.
What else?
You seem unsettled.
I'm all right.
Uh...
What's the buy-out
for this whole deal?
Net net?
Yeah. Net net.
It's hard to put
a cold dollar on it.
You don't know what your
expenses are up front.
It's 625 kilos,
goes for about $50 an ounce in Colombia.
And the street value in Dallas
can go as high as two grand.
Is that where it's going?
Dallas?
No, it's going to Chicago.
Don't write that down.
We're probably
looking at 20 million.
Maybe a little more.
It's 21,900 ounces.
Good return on your investment.
Did you do that in your head?
No, I remembered it.
But I know someone who
could do that in her head.
I'll bet you're right.
If you're not in,
you need to tell me.
I'm all right.
Here we go.
No, you're good.
Thank you.
Well, cheers.
A plague of pustulant boils
upon all their scurvid asses.
Is that your normal toast?
Increasingly.
So, if the drug wars stop
this will dry up, right?
Let's just say,
it will be more than risky.
That's the thing
Reiner doesn't seem to get.
You may have
noticed his lifestyle
has become increasingly lavish.
I've noticed.
I don't set foot in his clubs.
And I miss the bastard.
We used to share
a taste for exotic women.
In fact, a few times
shared the women themselves.
That wouldn't include the present one,
would it?
Now, why would you ask me that?
No reason. Sorry.
The answer is no, of course.
The civil answer.
But I see a murky picture
forming in that mind of yours.
How well do you know Malkina?
Not very well. Why?
Because you don't know someone
until you know what they want
is why.
I'll try and remember that.
Good.
And Reiner?
Reiner.
Reiner is beyond advising.
Reiner thinks
nothing bad can happen.
And he's in love.
You two are going
to open a new club?
Is that all right?
Sure. Why not?
What the fuck.
Do you know how many people were
killed in Juarez last year?
No. A lot.
Yeah. I think
3,000 is a lot.
This is a different species,
Counselor.
They will rip out your liver
and feed it to your dog.
I should keep
that in mind, too.
I can't advise you, Counselor.
But you are advising me.
I just need you to be sure
that you're locked in.
Because I don't know...
Maybe I should tell you what Mickey
Rourke told what's-his-face.
That's my recommendation anyway, Counselor.
Don't do it.
"This arson is
a serious crime."
Yeah. And so is this.
I guess I'm
a little taken aback at
the cautionary nature
of this conversation.
Good word, "cautionary."
In Scots law, it
defines an instrument
in which one person stands
as surety for another.
As surety.
Yes.
Sounds a bit primitive.
It is.
The problem being, of course
is what happens when the surety
becomes the more attractive holding?
What about you?
I can vanish in a heartbeat
with my money. Can you?
Truth is, Counselor, I can walk
away from all of this in a second.
And I mean all of it.
You're not gonna believe this,
but I'm going to tell you anyway.
I think about my life.
I can live in a monastery.
Scrub the steps, clean the pots,
try some gardening.
You're serious.
Very.
Why don't you?
In a word? Women.
I've seen it all, Counselor.
It's all shit.
It's all shit.
I'll be in touch.
Hey, Counselor?
You want to know why Jesus
wasn't born in Mexico?
No, why?
Couldn't find three
wise men or a virgin.
And, Counselor,
here's something else to consider.
The beheadings and the mutilations?
That's just business.
You gotta keep up appearances.
It's not like there's some
smoldering rage at the bottom of it.
Let's see if we can guess who
it is they really want to kill.
I don't know. Who?
You, Counselor.
You.
What?
Yeah? Well, too bad.
Hey.
Did you bring cigarettes?
They treating you well?
Oh, yeah. Peachy.
You've got a preliminary
hearing on the 17th.
What size dress do you wear?
I wear a five.
What about shoes?
Five?
Yeah.
Hat?
What?
What size hat?
A hat?
I don't know what size hat.
What the fuck do
I need a hat for?
A hat? You're shitting me.
Yes.
You're a smartass.
You had me going
there for a minute.
So, you gonna get me
something sexy to wear?
No.
You'll probably have me looking
like a fucking schoolmarm.
How about a businesswoman?
Yeah. Some business.
All right.
What was it you
wanted to tell me?
My kid is in jail.
Oh, boy.
Where?
Fort Hancock.
What was he doing
in Fort Hancock?
He was coming to see me.
What's he in jail for?
Speeding.
Speeding?
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
What, he couldn't pay the fine?
He had $12,000 on him,
but they took that off him.
How did you find this out?
He called.
What else is he charged with?
I don't know.
Some other stuff.
And how fast was he going?
Yeah.
What is that, "206"?
That's not a speed.
That's somebody's weight,
or a time of day.
You're telling me he was going
206 miles an hour? In what?
On that Jap bike of his.
Listen, if you could
get his money back,
he could pay the fine
and get out of there.
He's not getting
his money back.
How much is the fine?
$400.
Jesus.
I don't guess you
would spring for it.
Christ, $400?
Yeah.
All right.
"All right" what?
All right, I'll get him out.
Thanks. I owe you.
Yes, you do.
How about a blowjob?
You would still owe me $380.
Damn, but you are a smartass.
I know.
You bring it out in me.
Lighten up, Ruthie.
Don't call me that.
I hate that name.
I don't even like "Ruth."
Take care, Ruth.
Guard.
Pull over.
How are you doing?
Ugh.
Get this thing out of here.
You got it.
Go.
Ah!
Sorry. I got held up.
How are you, man?
You see a place like this in the cold
light of day, it looks pretty seedy.
But you get the right
lighting in here
and some music,
some good-looking girls,
and it's a whole other world.
Jesus.
We're looking
for cash flow here.
So, how soon do you think?
Two weeks. Three, max.
Yeah.
Are you gonna
keep the dance floor?
Yeah.
A dance floor takes up a lot of space
but you try and chat up
a girl at a bar,
she's supposed to
tell you to fuck off.
She doesn't want to
look like a bitch.
But, you ask a chick to dance,
well, you got a better shot.
Anyway,
the other big space-eater is the bandstand.
I think what I'm gonna do
is take the wall out
and get rid of
the hallway, yeah.
I think that will do it.
Yeah. All right.
I'll talk to my guy and it
should take two or three days.
That's my boy.
There he is.
I won't be able to get what the
kid is saying. Is that okay?
We don't care what
the kid is saying.
Did you get it?
Yeah. It's not much.
That's okay.
- Keep your eye on him.
- I am.
This guy doesn't read
the fucking newspapers.
I know.
Could you see what it was?
Nope. But it's in the helmet.
Yeah.
It's in the helmet.
Yes?
We got him.
Good. Stay with him,
and call me back in an hour.
Come here.
Well, Counselor,
how are you making it?
I'm all right.
Is this your lady?
It is.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
Me and the Counselor
go back a ways.
We do, I'm afraid.
Don't be afraid.
Hell, I'm okay with everything.
Are you okay with everything,
Counselor?
I am if you are.
See, now, ain't he just
the best son of a bitch?
All right, Tony, let's go.
How long have you known this guy,
petunia?
Long enough.
Maybe you should listen
to your lady friend.
Is that what you do, Counselor?
Pretty much.
Does he keep you entertained?
None of your business.
Because you look to me
like you might get bored easy.
Tony, let's go.
Tony, I'm leaving.
Hell, Counselor,
keep your seat.
You don't have
to get up for me.
See, petunia, the Counselor has a
way of sullin' up like a possum
when he don't get his own way.
I'm going to say
you probably noticed it.
But that ain't
really the problem.
The real problem is
his thin skin makes
it okay in his eyes
for you to wind
up under the bus.
Do you know what I'm saying?
Anyhow, that's how I see it.
You take care now, you hear?
Baby!
Who was that?
It's an old client.
It goes with the territory.
I'm sorry.
Hi.
"Hi"?
Oh, um...
Bless me,
Father, for I have sinned.
And?
How long has it been
since your last confession?
Well, I've never been before.
This is my first.
Are you Catholic?
No.
Then I cannot
give you absolution.
I know
but I just wanted to tell
somebody what I had done
and I thought,
"Why not go to a professional?"
Have you thought about
taking instructions?
That's not
something I do very well.
I mean, in order to
become a Catholic.
Then you could confess
and you will be
forgiven for your sins.
What if they're unforgivable?
Nothing is unforgivable.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I haven't killed anybody,
but I've been pretty bad.
Look, we have people here
waiting to go to confession
so, I'm sorry.
They can wait.
I did.
Who did you talk to about this?
Why did I talk to somebody?
You said "Bless me, Father."
Well, I asked a friend but she
didn't know I was gonna do it.
So we're done here then?
I haven't told you my sins yet.
I don't want to hear your sins.
There would be no point.
Were you baptized?
I don't know. It's possible.
Your parents never told you?
I never knew my parents.
They were thrown out of a
helicopter into the Atlantic Ocean
when I was three.
Listen
you don't have to do
the whole forgiveness thing.
All you have to do is listen.
To the sins.
Women tell you
about sex, don't they?
I can't talk about that.
Yeah, but every woman who
goes to confess tells you
that she's an adulterer or
fornicator or something
or why else would she be there?
So you must have a very
unusual picture of women.
You must think that they're
just having sex all the time...
You really need to go now.
If you don't leave, I leave.
Wait, where are you going?
I wasn't finished.
I don't know.
Women have funny
ideas about sex.
They're supposed
to be so modest.
Let me tell you,
when they get it
in their heads how
they want to fuck
they're like a freight train.
Sign here.
The things I've
learned about women.
Fuck.
About half of it I
would like to forget.
I'm not sure if I follow you.
What is it you would like to forget,
for instance?
You don't want to know.
Sure I do.
I don't know.
Let's talk about something else.
Here.
Just pull up your
socks and tell me.
Yeah
I don't know.
What is it you
would like to forget?
All right.
I would like to forget about
Malkina fucking my car.
What?
See?
What did you just say?
I said I would like to forget
about Malkina fucking my car.
What the hell are
you talking about?
Do you remember
that yellow California I had?
Sure. Nice car.
Very nice car.
Anyway, this was a while back,
not that long.
We'd been getting it on for a while,
and we came back one night.
We were staying
up at Cloudcroft.
We drove out on a golf course
and parked.
And we're sitting there,
talking
and for no particular reason
that I could see,
she slides off her knickers
and hands them to me
and gets out of the car.
I asked her what she was doing
and she says,
"I'm going to fuck your car."
All right.
Leave the door open.
So
she goes around and climbs up
on the hood of the Ferrari
and pulls her dress up
around her waist
and spreads herself
across the windshield
in front of me
with no panties on.
And she's had this Brazilian wax job,
you know?
Don't even think
I'm making this up.
You can't make
this up, all right?
I mean, she was a dancer.
So, she does this full split
and then she starts rubbing
herself up and down on the glass.
Then she leans down
to see if I'm watching.
Like, no, I'm sitting there
reading my email.
And she kisses me upside down.
And then she tells me
that she's going to come.
I thought, "I'm losing my fucking mind.
That's what's happening here."
It was like one of those,
one of those catfish things.
You know? One of those...
One of those
bottom-feeders you see
going up the side
of the aquarium,
sucking its way up the glass.
I mean, it was, I don't know...
...hallucinatory.
You see a thing like that,
it changes you.
Jesus.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Did she?
Did she what?
Did she come?
Yeah. Sure, yeah.
Finally she climbs down
and she comes around
and she gets in the car
and shuts the door.
I hand her her knickers,
she puts them in her purse
and she looks at me to see
what I thought about that.
What I thought about it?
Well, I don't know
what I thought about it.
I mean, I still don't.
It was too gynecological to be sexy.
Almost.
But mostly,
I was just fucking stunned.
And I asked her if she
had ever done that before
and she said she had done everything
before. And I believe her.
Jesus. Catfish?
I don't know.
I think so, yeah.
Do you think she knew what kind
of effect this
might have on a guy?
Jesus, Counselor, are you kidding?
She knows everything.
You don't think this is
an odd thing to tell me?
I think it is an odd thing.
No, I mean,
why is it okay to tell
a thing like that
about somebody...
Somebody I'm banging?
Come on, Reiner.
Okay, I don't know,
you're probably right.
Maybe I wanted to see
what you would say.
Maybe there's more to it than that.
Maybe I'm scared.
You're scared?
Yeah.
Probably, yeah. Sometimes...
She scares the shit out of me.
Because of that?
No, not that. But...
You're in love with her.
I don't know what I am.
Yeah, I guess
I'm in love with her, but
you don't think
that's cause for worry?
It's like being in love with
easeful death.
Well, I don't know what it is
that you're trying to tell me.
I know.
Does this have anything
to do with the deal?
I don't know.
You're right.
I shouldn't have told you.
Just forget it. Forget it.
Forget it?
Yeah.
How do you propose I do that?
Jesus, Counselor,
how do I know?
Just forget it.
I gotta go.
Sir, may I help you?
Nope.
Are you there?
Anything?
He's coming.
Yeah, I hear him.
All right, let's do it.
Jamie, come in.
Are we okay?
We're good.
I know.
I just wanted to
hear your voice.
Don't go there.
You're just glowing
with sexual health?
I love it.
Yes.
Bad. Badly.
You haven't been taking liberties
with your person, have you?
You couldn't touch it
with a powder puff?
It's too boring.
I kept waking up
thinking you were there.
I could smell your perfume
on the sheets.
What I said was,
"Here, let me help you off
with your damp things."
And then I pull
down your panties.
Oh, my goodness.
Is this phone sex?
I know.
Life is being in bed with you.
Everything else
is just waiting.
I love you very much.
Good night.
Do you know which truck it is?
Yeah.
It's got Arizona plates.
Do you know how it goes?
Yeah.
It's color-coded.
Red to red.
Green to green.
Black to black.
See if it will start.
Wait a minute.
This thing has
got a switch on it.
Try it now.
Counselor.
We've got a problem.
Are you there?
I'm here.
How bad a problem?
Let's say pretty bad.
And then multiply it by 10.
Fuck.
Meet me in
the atrium at the Coronado.
Coronado? When?
Now.
We can start getting used
to our new lifestyle.
Morning.
Have you seen the paper?
Nope.
Do you know who
the Green Hornet is?
The Green Hornet?
Yes.
He's a cartoon character.
He's a biker.
Shit.
Mmm.
All right, what?
Is he in custody?
It's in the paper.
What has he done?
You don't know
anything about this?
About what?
Like I said, it's in the paper.
He had no ID on him?
No.
No head either.
What the hell is this?
I was hoping you would tell me.
I had a call from
our business partners.
They wanted to speak with you.
It seems the deceased
was working for them.
Now the shipment is missing
and all they have to go on is
that he was a client of yours.
Client? He wasn't a client.
You got him out of jail.
That doesn't make him a client.
It was a speeding ticket,
for Christ's sake.
Jesus.
I am perfectly
willing to believe
you had nothing to do with this
but I am not the party
you need to convince.
Convince of what,
for Christ's sake?
That this is just
some sort of coincidence.
They're a pragmatic lot.
They don't believe in coincidences.
They've heard of them,
they've just never seen one.
So, what happened
to the shipment?
I asked them that.
And?
They said, "Se fue."
It's gone?
Mmm.
Jesus.
Does his mother know?
I guess she does. I need to call her.
That is
probably not a good idea.
Why?
She said she's going
to have you killed.
Sweet Jesus!
Sorry about that.
What can I get you to drink?
Hemlock.
I'm sorry?
I'll have an OJ and a coffee.
He'll be having a double Maalox
and a side of Oxycontin.
Just bring us the two coffees.
And my OJ.
How did you wind up with her?
The mother?
Yes, the mother.
The mother of all mothers.
Court appointment.
It's an appeal.
One of Ferguson's fucked-up deals.
Look, they can't hook me onto this thing,
mother or no mother.
Well, I don't know what the kid told her,
or what she told the kid.
But at this juncture,
I would avoid trying to explain myself.
What do they think I would do
with this shit?
They don't know.
They don't care.
They think everybody
is hooked into something.
You need to think
about this, Counselor.
These people are out 20 mil.
Do you understand
how serious this is?
They think we're all involved, don't they?
Reiner, too?
What do you think?
You fucking genius.
Have you ever
seen a snuff film?
No. You?
Would you?
I would not.
Because the consumer
of the product
is essential to its production.
You cannot watch without
being accessory to a murder.
Will there be anything else?
No, thank you.
Do you know
somebody who's seen one?
Yes, I do.
He said the young girl was
looking into the camera, crying
when her head was lopped off.
Think about that
the next time you do a line.
I don't do drugs.
Well, I'm glad to hear that.
Because what follows,
I would hope
would be beyond your
powers of imagination.
They let a figure in,
wearing only a hood with eyeholes
to address himself to the
headless and quivering corpse.
Which, you must remember, was selected
because of her youth and beauty.
And all of this,
he has paid for.
So, what do you think that cost?
Ballpark?
Jesus.
Mmm.
God.
The point, Counselor
is that you may think
there are things that
these people are
simply incapable of.
There are not.
Counselor, I don't know
what you should do.
But at this point,
it's out of your hands.
What about you?
I've known this day was
coming for a long time.
Do I regret what I've done?
That's sophomoric.
I should've jumped ship a long time ago,
and I didn't.
So, what happens next?
I'm going to go find a nice,
quiet place,
and sit down and
think about this.
I would suggest you do the same,
but I know you won't.
If you think, Counselor,
that you can live in this
world and be no part of it,
then all I can
say is you're wrong.
It's not that you're going down,
Counselor
it's what you're
taking down with you.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm terribly
sorry to bother you
but my phone is out
and it's my kid's birthday.
May I please use your phone
for just a minute?
Sure.
Thank you.
Where are you?
I can't call you
on my cell anymore.
Now, listen to me. Go home and
wait for me there, I'll call you.
I'll explain everything later.
I love you.
I'll call you later. Okay.
Thank you.
I hope you didn't call China.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
Fuck.
Switch off the engine.
They're not cops.
These guys are cartel.
Switch off your engine!
Go check it out.
Ah!
No problems.
Got to go.
Bodies on the road.
You talked to him.
Yeah, I talked to him.
I don't feel comfortable here.
Can we go somewhere else?
Sure.
Come on.
You think I know something you don't,
Counselor? What would that be?
I don't know what "how bad" means.
Bad is bad.
Westray thinks we're fucked.
"We"?
Yeah.
All right.
I suppose I could ask you
if you've got
a rat in your pocket.
You're not serious.
Well, when was the last time
you tried to call him?
Yesterday. Why?
Why?
Because I couldn't reach him now,
all right?
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
What are you?
I don't know.
That's what Westray said.
But he did know, didn't he?
What are you going
to use for money?
I've got some money.
I don't think so.
If you had any serious money,
you wouldn't be in this
jackpot in the first place.
I might.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I know why I'm in it.
Do you?
Sure. Same as you. Greed.
Yeah?
No. You got in trouble.
I tried to appeal
to your greed two years ago.
No deal. Now, it's too late.
It's too late.
What do you think I should do?
I don't know, Counselor.
I don't know.
They know that you're stupid.
They just don't
know how stupid.
You say that like
it's my hole card.
Maybe it is.
Suppose you could sit
down and have a chat
with these guys,
what would you say?
I'd tell them the truth.
You're just a fucking wonder,
do you know that?
Go ahead.
Go ahead what?
With the truth.
I'd like to hear it.
I'd tell them that
I never even met this kid.
That I got him out of jail
on a speeding charge.
Okay, how did
he happen to hire you?
He didn't. I got him out
of jail as a favor to his mother.
How do you happen
to know the mother?
I was appointed by
the court to represent her
in an appeal on
a capital murder case.
Do you know what her son
did for a living?
No.
But you do now.
I do now.
And would it please
you to tell the court
what that occupation was?
How did I get in court?
I thought I was
talking to cartel guys.
Sorry, sorry, sorry,
I was giving you the easiest way out.
Very funny.
Yeah, well, probably not.
I'm really worried, baby.
It's going to be all right.
I'll take care of it.
Don't worry.
Can't you meet me someplace?
I can't right now.
That's not
possible that you can't.
God, I miss you.
Meet me.
We really have to be careful.
How bad is it?
How bad is it?
All right, where?
How about Boise?
Boise?
Boise.
Why Boise?
What's wrong with Boise?
Have you ever been to Boise?
No, have you?
No.
Do you have a hotel?
I'm looking as we speak.
Tomorrow.
Boise.
Yeah, Boise.
I'll leave you a message
at the Delta counter.
Okay.
Baby, I'm so sorry.
I'll set this straight.
I know.
I love you.
I love you.
Be safe.
So
where do you think this is going,
mi capitan?
This?
Yes.
I can't really
take your question seriously.
It's going where it's going.
Well, either you think
it's all going to work out
or you don't want
to think about it at all.
Because the third alternative
is unacceptable?
Yes.
The excluded middle.
I don't like
decisions made for me.
But if you put them off,
waiting for the maximum information
that may be what happens.
You think there's
still space enough
to make the decision,
and then there isn't.
"Space."
Yeah.
Greed really takes you to the edge,
doesn't it?
That's not what greed does.
That's what greed is.
When the axe comes
through the door
I'll already be gone.
You know that.
That's fair enough.
You're in trouble.
Yeah, probably.
I don't want to lose you.
There.
I know.
Are you hungry?
I'm starving.
Fuck. Fuck!
Shit!
Intercept him!
We want him alive!
Got it!
Fuck.
No!
What the fuck did you do?
Do you know where Reiner is?
Nope.
He doesn't answer his cell.
And the phone at the club
is no longer in service.
Where are you?
I'm at home.
I'm surprised to hear
you're still there.
Well, I won't be in an hour.
An hour.
Yeah. Where are you?
I'm not at home.
What am I supposed to do?
What are you,
a mental defective?
I can't advise you, Counselor.
Call a cab.
Listen,
if your definition of a friend is
someone who will die for you...
then you don't
have any friends.
I gotta go. You take care.
No!
Are you all right here, sir?
Sorry?
Can I bring you something?
Would you do something for me?
Yes, sir. Of course.
Here's my card.
I'm a guest at the hotel.
What I wish you
would do for me is go
to the desk and see
if I have any messages.
I know you're wondering
why I don't go myself,
but I've bothered them so much
I think they're beginning to figure
me for some sort of nutcase.
Sure.
I'm afraid
they'll stop looking.
You got it.
Abogado Hernandez?
I need your help.
Can I come see you?
No problem. Tomorrow.
Thank you.
Upstairs.
All right.
I have made the call.
You understand?
If it is all right,
it is all right.
Don't put me in the center.
Okay?
"In the middle."
In the middle, yeah.
What do I owe you?
You owe me nothing, Counselor.
We are friends.
Just a handshake.
Thank you.
It will be a yes or no.
I will do what I can do.
But you must know that this is
a long shot.
I know.
Thank you.
Look, the last time I spoke to them,
they were in Midland, Texas.
That was about two days ago.
So, I called up the Sheriff
there and I asked him,
had they found any dead bodies
along the side of the highway?
And he said that they did.
And I said, "Thank you," and I hung up.
I know you think I'm kidding.
But I'm not.
And I'm not out.
That's right.
And I'm not kidding about that either.
Really?
No, I know where the truck is going.
I always did.
Really?
Well, I think that falls under
the category of "tough shit."
We're all done here.
Here.
Thanks.
In the last two accounts,
we're only an hour different
but it's another day.
It's tomorrow.
See, I love that. I love that.
So, what have we got?
625 kilos?
Yeah, something like that.
Shit. You know,
of all the people
you and I should
know if electronic money
earns an extra day of interest
when it crosses
an international date line.
Right? I'm just saying.
That's a good question.
Why is there a fourth drum?
No reason.
It's just convenient.
Convenient?
Mm-hmm. Yeah,
maybe we have a traveler.
Like somebody,
you wish for them to go away
so, you send them to America.
That's all.
Can I have a look?
You want to look?
Yeah.
Sick bastard.
Do you know who he is?
No. Fuck, no.
He's some pinche pasajero.
A passenger?
Yeah. An immigrant.
Oh!
So, it's just a way to
get rid of a body?
Yeah.
From Mexico?
No, no, no. Colombia.
He came all
the way from Colombia?
Mm-hmm.
- What are you going to do with him?
- Nothing.
He just goes back in the truck?
Yeah. Goes back in the truck.
Then what?
Nothing. It's just normal.
But they think
it's a fucking joke.
They think it's funny,
so they do this shit to me, you know?
But in this business,
you gotta have a sense of humor, or else...
So, what happens to him?
Nothing. I told you,
they go back
together in the truck.
He's inside, they paint it,
he rides around.
They try to sell it at auction maybe,
maybe not.
He rides around some more,
sucking up the shit.
Hey, welcome to America.
Yes, but I can only tell you
what I already told our friend.
There is no one to talk to.
Could I come to The Florida?
The Florida is closed.
I would do
whatever you suggest.
I have no suggestions,
Counselor.
We could meet someplace.
We're meeting now.
I'm not sure you
understand my position.
But I do, Counselor.
Actions create consequences
which produce new worlds
and they're all different.
Where the bodies are buried in the desert,
that is a certain world.
Where the bodies are simply left
to be found, that is another.
And all these worlds,
heretofore unknown to us,
they must have always been there,
must they not?
I don't know.
Will you help me?
I would urge you
to see the truth
of the situation
you're in, Counselor.
That is my advice.
It is not for me to tell you what
you should have done or not done.
The world in which you seek to
undo the mistakes that you made
is different from the world
where the mistakes were made.
You are now at the crossing.
And you want to choose,
but there is no choosing there.
There's only accepting.
The choosing was
done a long time ago.
Are you there, Counselor?
Yes.
I don't mean to offend you
but reflective men
often find themselves
at a place removed
from the realities of life.
In any case,
we should all prepare a place
where we can
accommodate all the tragedies
that sooner or later
will come to our lives.
But this is an economy
few people care to practice.
Do you know
the words of Machado?
I know his name.
Lovely poet.
Machado was a schoolteacher
and he married a young,
beautiful girl.
And he loved her very much.
And she died.
And then he
became a great poet.
I'm not going to
become a great poet.
No, perhaps not.
But even if you were to do so,
it would not help you.
Machado would have
traded every word,
every poem,
every verse he ever wrote
for one more hour
with his beloved.
And that is because
when it comes to grief,
the normal rules of
exchange do not apply,
because grief transcends value.
A man would give entire nations
to lift grief off his heart
and yet,
you cannot buy anything with grief.
Because grief is worthless.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you continue to deny the
reality of the world you're in.
Do you love your wife so much,
so completely,
that you would exchange places
with her upon the wheel?
And I don't mean dying,
because dying is easy.
Yes! Yes, damn you!
Well, that is good
to hear, Counselor.
What are you saying?
Are you saying
this is a possibility?
No.
It's impossible.
You said I was that man
at that crossing.
Yes. At the understanding
that life is not
going to take you back.
You are the world you have created,
and when you cease to exist,
this world that you have created
will also cease to exist.
But for those with
the understanding that
they're living
the last days of the world,
death acquires
a different meaning.
The extinction of all reality
is a concept
no resignation can encompass.
And then, all the grand designs
and all the grand plans
will be finally exposed and
revealed for what they are.
And now,
Counselor, I have to go,
because I have to
make other calls.
If I have time,
I think I'll take a small nap.
Welcome to London Heathrow, Terminal 5.
Please keep your bags with you
at all times.
Any unattended luggage will be
removed and may be destroyed.
I like the hat.
Thank you.
The International.
Of course.
Hello, madam.
Hi.
Checking in?
How are you doing?
Okay.
You're Canadian.
You saw my passport.
Where are you from?
New Mexico.
Have a drink with me.
What?
Have a drink with me.
You're a masher.
A masher? Lord,
where did you hear that?
I'm teasing.
I think.
Yes.
Senor's I must close.
I know.
You have no place to go, maybe?
I fell asleep, I'm sorry.
There is no harm.
No harm.
That's a lovely thought.
A magical thought.
Good night.
It's very dangerous out there.
In the street.
I know.
If they hear somebody in the street,
they shoot them.
Then they turn on the light
to see who is dead.
Why do they do that?
To make a joke.
To show that death doesn't care.
That death has no meaning.
Do you believe that?
No.
Of course not.
All my family is dead.
I'm the one who has no meaning.
So, you got the password?
Five digits.
Who's Rowena?
I don't know.
All right.
Social security, driver's license.
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
I don't see what good this will
do unless you have the computer.
You and I are square.
So, are you
planning to see him again?
What would be the point?
He'll be broke.
Smart girl.
Or is it worse than that?
I don't want to get mixed up
in something heavy.
You already are.
How would you know
he won't come looking for you?
But he won't, will he?
No.
He won't.
Jesus.
Take the money.
I don't want it.
Please yourself.
I have to go.
You know what I like
about Americans?
No, what?
You can depend on them.
Thank you, Ray.
Okay. Take care.
Fuck you! Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Drive.
There you go.
Drive.
Momento!
Hey.
God!
Oh, God!
No!
Good evening.
Lovely to see you, madame.
Thank you.
Good evening, sir.
Follow me.
Bon appetit.
It's good to see you.
You, as well.
How's Marisa?
She's fine.
You should come and see us.
I know.
We should talk.
Yes. Of course.
We need to move the money
as soon as possible,
speaking as your banker.
Are you
returning to the States?
No, and I certainly
can't go to Mexico.
I'm thinking Hong Kong.
Really?
You don't speak the language.
I'm a quick study.
Well, I suppose you could simply
buy into the market there.
Yes, it's not a problem.
Cash?
The easiest way to move cash
is in diamonds.
You can hold $20 million
in the palm of your hand.
Well, I suppose there's no problem
selling diamonds in China.
You can sell diamonds on Mars.
You need to get out, Michael.
If anything went wrong,
your name might come up.
That's right.
You're not really leaving me a choice,
are you?
You'll thank me.
And the cats?
Silvia died,
and Raoul is alive and well in Arizona.
I'll miss him.
I miss watching him
out on the high desert
bringing down jackrabbits
at 70 miles an hour.
I never tired of that.
To see quarry,
killed with elegance
it's just moving to me.
Is it sexual?
Yes, of course.
A thing like that is always sexual.
The hunter has grace, beauty,
and purity of heart
to be found nowhere else.
You can make no distinction between
what they are and what they do.
And what they do is kill.
We, of course,
are another matter.
It is our faintness of heart that
has driven us to the edge of ruin.
Perhaps you won't agree
but nothing is
crueler than a coward.
And the slaughter to come
is probably
beyond our imagining.
I think you've told me
more than I wish to know.
Then I'll say no more.
Shall we think about ordering?
I'm famished.