Point and Shoot

No! Shh...

Let's talk.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Focus.

Hey!

Both of you, sit.

Come on. Sit.

I never turned on you. I didn't. Never!

I only worked for you in the desert.

I was on your side - the whole time. - Shh.

I don't care.

You two.

God.

You two and your mouths.

Dios mio.

Now, you listen.

My car's downstairs.

Press the clicker, and you'll find it.

This is where you are going.

Don't speed, don't weave,

don't cut anyone off.

Just, you know, drive nice.

From here, at this hour,

I'd take Forty East.

Get off at Carlisle.

Take the third left.

The rest, I drew a little map

for you on the back.

It's not hard.

So, big white brick house with a solid black door.

You can't miss it.

It's right at the end of the T.

Park a little down the street, not out in front.

It's a quiet neighborhood, so you'll have plenty of options.

Stating the obvious here, maybe,

but turn the car off, right?

So in the glove compartment,

I left you a present.

There's a camera.

And there's a gun.

And you're gonna need both.

A gun?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but don't worry.

I mean, it's... it's very easy.

It's a revolver. It's already loaded, no safety.

It's idiot-proof.

So you go up to that house,

you walk right up to that black door.

Don't run, just be casual, like a stroll, you know?

Keep the gun somewhere behind you where they can't see it.

You ring the bell. You count to three.

You step back.

They look through the peephole,

you're as innocent as can be.

Door opens,

you point and you shoot.

And you keep on pulling that trigger until it's empty.

Simple.

Y-You want me to...

I know, I know,

you're a lawyer and not a killer.

But, look, you can do this, okay?

This guy? He's a housecat.

Black, medium height. Short hair. Glasses.

He kinda looks like a librarian.

But don't be fooled.

Even a housecat can scratch.

So, that's it.

Hard part's over.

Now you pull out the camera.

Same principle as the gun,

point and shoot.

Take a picture,

one where I can see the face.

Clearly.

And then you bring it back here,

where me and Mrs. Goodman

will be waiting for you.

And then you're done!

I'd say it's about a twenty-minute drive over there,

twenty minutes back.

Maybe ten minutes to do the job...

Let's call it an hour all together.

So, you're back here in an hour or...

Send her.

- What? - She should do it.

Jimmy.

Why her?

Don't do this.

- Don't do this. - This guy, the, uh... The housecat.

Jimmy, please.

He looks through his peephole in the middle of the night.

And he sees me?

"Who's this asshole?

"What's he doing here?"

Maybe... Maybe he gets his gun.

Maybe he calls the cops.

Either way, that door stays shut.

- Mmm-mmm. - But, he sees a woman?

- Mmm-mmm. No. - She looks like she's in distress.

- Maybe her car broke down. - Mmm-mmm.

Phew. I mean, you'd open the door for her, wouldn't you?

Stop. Stop.

Yeah, but...

She's really clever.

How do I know she's gonna stick to the plan?

- She will. - No, no, no, no.

- No, no. - No cops.

- You know she will. - No.

Look, this doesn't even make any sense.

I-I've, uh...

I've never shot a gun before.

I've never even - held one. - Like I have?

Jimmy, what are you doing?

You know she's the best choice.

No, I'm not! I-I-I can't!

- I can't do it. - She can do it.

- You know she can do it. - No, Jimmy.

- I'll stay. Stop. - You know I'm right!

Just stop. - Just stop it. - Listen...

- Shut up! Shut up! - Oh, my God. Okay, fine, yeah. Her.

Whatever. Give her the keys.

Give her the address. Let's go.

Don't. Don't.

You gotta go.

No.

No, don't. Don't.

Come on.

Hey.

Let's go.

Hold on.

You're gonna need your shoes, right?

There you go.

Okay, so, one hour starting...

...now.

Clock's ticking, Mrs. Goodman.

How does a chichifo like you land a girl like that, huh?

Now...

What to do with you?

Give me your hands.

Sit.

You know, after I saw you last, I went home.

My home.

Mi cielito lindo...

And you know what happened?

Men came.

Armed men,

in the middle of the night.

To my home.

Trying to get to me.

And you know what they did?

They killed people I care about.

They killed my cook.

My gardener.

A seventeen-year-old kid I knew since he was knee high.

Never hurt a fly.

Butchered my housekeeper, Yolanda.

Una viejita, cabron.

They shot her in the back.

I'm sorry.

Now, how did these men

get into my home?

Do you know?

I have, uh, no idea.

Ow.

Ignacio Varga.

He let them in.

And who did Ignacio introduce me to?

You.

Ignacio? Nacho?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I-I barely know Ignacio!

Whatever he did, he did alone!

Not with me!

Listen, you've got to believe me.

Hand to God, I had no part in this.

It wasn't me. It was... Aah!

Ignacio!

It wasn't me!

Listen. Listen.

Save it.

I'm gonna come back.

And then you are gonna tell me the whole story.

He's not so bad as you think he is.

Hello.

Hello, Harry. We were just talking about you.

Yeah? That ain't what I pay you for.

She knows enough about me already.

Ford Taurus.

Taupe.

What do you mean, London or England? That's the same thing.

It is?

London is in England. London's a city. England... England's a whole country.

I forgot. Oh, brother, you've got patience.

Take it easy. How can anybody get to be so dumb?

Well, we can't all know everything, Harry.

Who's Tom Paine, for instance?

I didn't read by him yet, only about him.

But I made a list.

Who's Robert Maranville?

Who? Robert Maranville.

I don't know any Robert.