3 Tickets to Paradise

- - You know too much.

Pablo is a fool.

I know nothing.

Your grandfather invited me, not your father.

- -

Jose, you first.

What the... wait a minute.

Ah!

I was expecting my lawyers.

Your lawyers?

They quit.

They say you owe them a lot of money.

Do you know who you killed?

FBI.

I'm a friend.

I don't have friends.

They're real curious.

Why so many important people down here

want to kill such an obscure journalist.

I'm a photographer, and not that obscure.

Attitude.

Can you help me?

I just did.

You make it to the United States,

- and we're prepared... - You're kidding!

Take the package.

You need the clothes.

That's it?

If I were you, I'd try to get out of here by tonight.

I can't just walk out of here.

Tienes Papeles?

Senior Pablo Estanza?

Senorita Parker.

Oh, you make me very, very patriotic.

You let him bring me clothes?

Si, why not?

You're a nice lady.

Except all the killing.

No choice.

Oh, no?

Then why you always killing?

- Huh? - I mean,

I know you took photos in the war,

and now you mess with the cartels

There's not a whole of lot of difference in the two, Jesus.

All I know, I just bring you supper.

Jorge brings me supper.

We very, very tight tonight.

You and me, we the only ones in the cell block.

Hey, what you got?

A bribe.

Are they moving me in the morning?

Si, Mexico City.

You got another bribe in other hand?

You won't like this one as much.

Oh, I bet I will.

Are you married, Jesus?

Si, dos muchachas.

How much do you like Pancho Villa?

Hm.

My wife, she would kill me.

Wrong answer.

Senorita Parker, you're late.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no. - Chiclets! Chiclets!

- Chiclets! Chiclets! - No, no, no, no, no, no.

Vamos, vamos, hey!

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Have any one of you seen this woman?

Yeah.

She's back and in the open.

I'm on my way.

Thank you, folks. Come back again.

There's a guy that's been calling for you.

His voice sounds like gravel.

Charming. What about the pics?

I have him your phone number.

Bert, the pictures?

I'm glad you were in Tombstone.

Well, I see your new found faith came with a hobby.

Well, I drank when we were in Afghanistan.

You know, salvation has its benefits.

As a cowboy/preacher, I'm expected to drink.

So now you're a former Navy SEAL,

Iraqi freedom press coordinator turned preacher

peddling pictures of celebrities being bad.

When did anyone ever expect you not to drink?

Yeah, it's crap work, but, uh,

the public loves it,

and, God, the number one movie star in the world

sucking on a bottle at a famous rehab.

Gee, I wonder how she got the bottle.

Naughty girl.

I'll bet you it was you that gave him the bottle.

How much?

You're sure one to judge, AJ.

But, uh, be about three months before you get the cash.

Three months?!

Bert, I don't have three months.

I need the cash.

You have no idea how important this pay check is.

Look, I'm not a bank.

These gossip mags pay slow,

not like the big boys you used to cover the war for.

You shit.

Look, why don't you come to LA with me.

I could use a good shooter like you.

I never knew when you were flying me around

Iraq and Afghanistan that you were such a...

Business man!

...tool.

Look, I'll buy you a sandwich.

I have lunch date.

You're dating again?

AJ.

Is it true what they say, you know,

that you killed half the population of Mexico?

Goodbye, Bert.

Hey, I love your shirt!

You let one get away, little lady.

I'll have hash browns, two eggs over easy,

a waffle, and some OJ.

For you?

Coffee, black, and the check please.

Oh, okay. I'll get that going for you.

I stuck my neck out for you.

Yeah, thanks for the stun gun.

You seemed to know how to use it.

You don't know me.

You were supposed to lay low.

You outed yourself.

I need money. My lawyers need money.

Everyone in this damn state is suing me.

Bottom line is you're not producing.

You've made over a dozen arrests from my information.

It's a quality issue, not a quantity.

You know what I'm talking about?

It doesn't bother me to protect

a cold blooded killer like yourself.

But I expect complete cooperation.

I'm not a murderer.

It's the bureau that's keeping the ninth circuit court

from granting your extradition to Mexico.

It's not your money, it's not your lawyers.

I appreciate your help.

The hell you do.

I've helped.

I've helped.

I don't know as much as you think I do.

I'm just a photographer.

That's a bunch of bull.

Tell me about Pablo Estanza.

I've never met Pablo Estanza.

You just killed his men.

Who are they?