Spanish Judges

- Let's go! - Yeah.

What do you say, Len?

Can we just get out of here and go home?

Let's go home.

How you doing, Lenny?

Bobby.

See, here's the deal.

Hand over the judges to me, right now.

I'll see what I can do about saving your life.

Who's gonna save your ass, bro'?

Motherfucker!

Mmmm!

Hi there!

- Oh, my God! - I'm sorry, I just--

Why-- How did you get in?

The front door-- I came in--

I came through the door.

Are you a cop?

Do I look like a cop?

Answer the question.

Max gave me a key. I'm his brother, Jack.

What?

It's nice to meet you.

Okay, I'm sorry.

I completely apologize, all right?

All right?

Jesus!

Ooh!

You guys have got a great place.

This place, it's great.

Really nice.

This stuff here...

Which one ofyou is the collector?

'Cause this stuff looks like it could be in a museum.

Okay, I'm cool.

Max doesn't have a brother, asshole.

We're not that close, that's all.

Shut up!

Argh!

You know, I really wish you wouldn't do that.

Shut the fuck up.

Where is your gun?

I don't have a gun.

You have very soft hands.

You're starting to piss me off. I don't want to hurt you.

I didn't come here to steal any of your shit--

- What did you have in mind? - Nothing, I'm Max's brother--

Okay, now I'm pissed off!

Max's brother wouldn't be carrying a little thing like that.

I don't have a complex about the size of my knife.

Maybe you should.

Max has a knife. He has a very big knife.

I remember the size of my brother's knife.

You're Jamie.

He met you in New Orleans, the summer he was doing long hauls.

It was five years ago, wasn't it? Five years ago.

He said you were crazy.

- Max said that? - Yeah, he did!

- When did you see him last? - Long time ago.

Last time I saw him was the day he left home.

I was 16.

It was nine years ago.

When did he give you the key?

He mailed it to me.

Ah?

I understand he's been working in the collection business

the past couple ofyears.

- So? - I might have a job for him.

- What is it? - A job.

Quick, easy.

He would make some real cash.

What's real cash?

I'll wait till my brother gets home.

That's a good idea.

We'll get along justfine, Jamie.

I have a good feeling about this.

Me, too, Jack. I have goosepimples.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the next item for bid is lot #54.

An original 17th century German presentation sword,

with highly polished straight double-edged 34-inch blade.

I will open the bidding at $5,000.

Do I hear $5,000?

Let me hear five.

Here's five.

Max, that's your stuff.

You need that right now, while I take that woman.

Lord have mercy. Studs in the belly and all.

You know what I bought here last week?

A moose's head.

A fuckin' moose's head.

It weighed near 300 pounds.

You know something? My wife loves it.

'Cause they stole it from Coppola's house,

and Coppola's her all-time favorite director.

Ha ha. Shit!

Love, right? That's what it is.

Ninety-five going once, twice, three times

to the gentlemen right here, number 77, front table.

Thank you.

$20,000 and a moose's head and she love's my ass forever.

I haven't seen you buy nothing yet today.

You ain't going cheap on us or something?

You used to be the fiercest one in this whole place.

Always down there in the front row.

Now your ass is hanging back here with these damned cheapskates.

I can't remember the last time I've seen your hand raised.

You ain't going cheap on us?

You're not broke, are you Max?

Oh, goddamn!

Oh, shit! You're broke?

You need a job.

Hey, come over here.

Give him a size... Iarge.

And a hat to go with it.

That's a damned shame.

A grown man, ain't got a pot to piss in,

or a window to throw it out of.

I'm gonna have this thing fixed up in a jif.

- Here. - Thank you.

He's going to kill me.

I'm telling you, he's gonna be very happy to see me.

I'm talking about the chair.

This thing's not worth anything.

Don't tell me, you work at Sotheby's?

No, I don't.

But I do know fine things when I see them.

You want a drink?

Yes, please.

I'll have whatever you're having.

- Good choice. - Thank you.

So what do you do?

Do you work with Max?

Yep. Max and I work together, so what?

- You're so defensive. - So what?

There you go. Look at that, huh?

Good as new.

I am good.

So, is this your collection?

No. That's Max's stuff.

I collect other kinds of shit.

What other kind of shit do you collect?

- You know, the usual. - Yeah?

Barbie dolls, baseball cards...

ingestible poisons.

That's cute.

Oh, come on.

- That better? - That's much better.

Cheers.

Thank you.

You don't trust me, Jack?

I don't know you, Jamie.

Let me see.

Oops.

How... does itfeel?

Are your hands getting numb?

Okay. Are you feeling numb?

Here, how many fingers am I--

How many fingers am I holding?

That's all right, don't worry. I'll just watch you.

It's okay, relax. Enjoy.

Be careful with that. Be careful.

Well, always next time, huh, Maxie boy?

Always next time.

Hold on, if you help me load this stuff in this trunk,

maybe I'll give you one of these candlesticks.

Light your way back home. Plus two or three dollars.

'Cause ain't no romance without no goddamned pot.

Motherfucker's broke.

Hey!

Sorry, Jack.

Maybe you are Max's brother, maybe you aren't.

But I can't afford to fuck around, you know?

- What did you do to me? - Ornithogalum umbellatum.

Star of Bethlehem.

It's 50 milligrams, it shouldn't last too long.

Don't do that.

I feel like shit.

Don't move too much, okay?

I really rather you didn't do that.

I learned this while I was doing Juvie time at Tryon.

I can never get enough practice.

So--

How do I look?

Well, nothing like Max, but not too bad.

- Don't wander off. - Man: Max, let me in!

Max! Max!

Max!

Shut up. What?

- Max not back yet? - No. He's not back yet.

All right.

What?

You're not gonna do "Piece, come in"?

Piece, come in.

What is that?

Hi, baby.

God, I hate this place.

- What? - It gives me the creeps.

This is-- I worry about you.

It's so-- It's all this shit.