Death Train

And I'm going to raise you another $5.

Another $5.

Oh, you're lying.

Pip, pip.

No, sir, don't worry about the diamonds.

They're safe.

Yeah, the men are--

You want me to get it, boss?

I'm going to get back to this one.

You want me to check it out, Boss.

No, stay with the safe.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Well, it seems we have a switch

out about 20 miles up track.

I'm gonna have to fix it manually.

Spread'em. - Ah.

Turn.

What's in here?

Open it up.

Was that really necessary?

Here's how this is going to go down.

I ask for you to see the engineer.

You tell me the location of the problem.

You get off the train.

You fix your problem.

You stay off my train.

Are we clear?

Are we clear?

Yes, sir.

I didn't have to join your fuckin' poker party, did I?

You pick that up.

Hey, boss you, want some cover?

To the right.

Lock up.

It's OK.

There's a switch out about 20 miles up the track.

This gentleman here will show the location.

Hey, Ryan, let's go, man, it's your deal.

On my way.

Once you're off the train, please stay off the train.

We'll be coming up to the switch soon.

You there boys?

Copy, we're in position.

All right, the engine's secure.

Let's get to work. Woo.

Oh, no, deal'em right.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Yeah, OK, there you go.

Oh, agh.

Hey, how long do you need to take a leak?

Yeah, how long's it take to take a leak?

Get your ass back in the game.

Why not?

Get out.

Get out.

Take cover.

Whoo.

Oh.

Oh, if I were a bitch I'd cry.

OK, the train's controls are stuck at full throttle.

We'd better jump off before it derails.

Have a nice ride, sport.

I hear the next stop's a killer.

Go.

WEAVER (ON RADIO): Can you see us, baby?

Yes, I see you.

WEAVER (ON RADIO): All right, we're all set here.

You ready?

Baby, I was born ready.

Come on down.

All right.

All right, come on.

Let's go, go, go, jump, jump, jump, jump.

Hm.

FEMALE REPORTER (ON TV): Occurring just outside Estes,

Colorado, the robbery ended in disaster when the freight

train headed to Los Angeles-- - Hey Jay.

FEMALE REPORTER (ON TV): Valuable cargo--

JAY (ON PHONE): How you doin'? Heard you were all broken up.

No, no, I'm fine.

I just have a concussion.

I'm fine.

Listen, did you, um--

anybody pull any usable prints off that train wreck did ya?

JAY (ON PHONE): Yeah, Vincent Weaver, wanted by the FBI.

Really?

JAY (ON PHONE): Armed robbery and murder.

Ah, I'm calling in my IOU's, buddy.

Can you send me everything you have on the suspects?

JAY (ON PHONE): Well, sources say

he's unloading the diamonds with his buddies in La Floradito.

FEMALE REPORTER (ON TV): Mexican authorities--

All right.

FEMALE REPORTER (ON TV): --are on the lookout

for the hot diamond shipment worth an estimated $9 million.

That was my team teammate.

Those were my friends that they killed.

And I'm not-- there's just going to get away with this?

JAY (ON PHONE): It's out of our jurisdiction.

We have to let the Mexican Federales handle it now.

No, no, I'm not gonna let that happen, you understand?

I'm goin' after them.

You got it?

Well, It's been a while.

Last time I saw you, you were limping with some crutches.

What a pain in the ass you are.

What is going on?

Damn.

You need somethin' to drink?

Sure.

My usual, por favor.

Si.

By the way--

Yeah.

You know what they say about Mexico City?

It's a place for bums.

Who the hell says that?

Well, of course, me.

What's this?

This piece of shit, Vincent Weaver.

Wanted for armed robbery, murder one, well, you name it,

he's wanted for it.

A couple months back he walked out of a bank in St. Louis.

Killed a 12-year-old boy for wearin'

a Cardinal's baseball cap.

Hm.

I'm beginning to dislike your friend.

Last heist was $9 million in diamonds on a train.

Left 10 people dead.

I take it you're not here planning a wedding?

I--I was in charge on the train of guarding the diamonds.

I lost the diamonds.

I lost a lot of good people, Sal.

I was the only one that survived, you know.

You know what I couldn't find on the map?

A town called ah, Floradito.

Do you know it?

La Floradito is not a town.

It's a trashy resort.

It's in between Ensenada and Tijuana.

It's mafioso, gang run cartel.

It's a shithole dump.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Here's this prick here.

Said he was going to meet his cousin there.

I suspect that's so him and Weaver can fence the diamonds.

I'm calling in my favors, Sal.

You can help me with this one.

Those days of you and me and Molotov cocktails are over.

Everything's got to be done by the book.

Can't even share information with American law

enforcement agencies, let alone a private security firm.

All right, well, I can help you with that.

Because I'm going solo on this one.

And I'll guarantee ya, after this job,

I'm not gonna be working for the company anymore.

Everything's got to be legit.

I respect that.

Ryan, your name can't even be on any reports.

I'm not looking for any medals.

No Molotov cocktails, and most importantly--

I will not mention a word of this to your wife.

Let me make a few phone calls. - Yeah.

OK?

Yeah.

I got $9 million in diamonds I need to unload now.

I'll give you $0.50.

You didn't tell me what you think of my shirt, baby.

That's because I think it looks like shit.

You guys were all over the fucking news, man.

Oh, remind me to buy you 20 dresses of the same fabric.

Yeah, well, remind me to ah, you know,