"Subtitles by: 94mdmd" "Keep an eye up" "Excuse me, sir?" "Hey, is this the ... ?" "I asked a woman a few miles back where I could find the ... and she told me that it is the shit old with the ugly fat fog lying up front with a bullet in his head?" "You see?" "I knew I had the right place." "Carlos?" "Carlos Ruiz?" "Have you guys seen Carlos Ruiz?" "Do you mind if I change that?" "I never bin a big fan of soccer." "Get up." "Sorry, I missed that." "I missed it." "Let's go." "Carlos Ruiz..." "I haven't heard that name in a while." "Well... that's because Carlos Ruiz is dead." "Tell me:" "How did he died?" "Officialy math lab explosion, burned his face pritty bad, lost an eye, wasn't to long before his man forced him in to early retirement." "No go watch ceremony, I would imagine." "I would imagine not." "And unofficialy?" "Unofficialy?" "I am of the believe you can't kill true evil, although it hasn't stop me from trying." "Normally... we live well-enough alone, you know, if you Beaners wanna kill himselves south of the border of a little white rocks we don't give a shit." "Today you give a shit." "Today I give a big huge shit." "[And what's the carrelive for this sady changing posy?" "]" "A girl." "That's always a reason, right?" "It's a popular motive." "Do you have a specific one in mind?" "Zoe LaPerrier, daughter of IOS senator Choy LaPerrier 17 years young, blond, pretty and by populair account lacking sound judgment." "And you believe this girl is here?" "I do." "I am Carlos Ruiz." "That would explane the mask, a kind of a sollidarity gesture." "Become embarrassed, mother fucker?" "Do you think about all the people your wife fucks because your face looks like a dried-up peace of dogs shit?" "Welcome back, Carlos." "What are you doing here?" "I think you intend the traffic the Lapeïr girl and I am here to shut you down." "Shortly you must be aware of your situation." "And what situation?" "You hear that?" "No sir, and my hearing is above average." "No backup unit breaking down the door." "No millitary vehicles rushing to the rescue." "No contingency plan." "I'm not quite sure I put it like that." "Gentleman, there are more diplomatic solutions available." "I can not think of notting more diplomatic than cutting off the head of my enemy and melling it to his overman." "Where should I adress this package?" "FBI?" "CIA?" "Blackops?" "Well, I work for a more specialized devision." "There really isn't an adress..." "A love one perhaps?" "Yes, but..." "she will appreciate the gesture." "Was that enough evidence for you?" "Ruiz has the girl." "I dont think convincing us was ever the problem, but that last shelling-use coulda been put a better use" "Yea?" "Like what?" "It was a reckless waste, Charlie." "Not really worried." "Let's try this again." "How many of your friends are back there?" "Hey, Red I counted eight." "Who are you?" "I am the contingency plan." "Who are you?" "Where is my phone?" "Let's go." "Wait, what's in your back?" "Carlos." "Let's go!" "Put me down!" "Are you serious right now?" "You're kidding me." "Package delivered."