Думаю, отдельную тему открывать не стоит))
Так что вот (там только слова Шела, и никого больше) ((возможны косяки..ибо...ну куда же без них)):
-I never heard of him.
-The man you recommended
-Me. Me. That’s me.
-No.
- A guitar?
-All right.
-There’s a girl?
-Would you taste?
-Well… that is truly unbelievable.
-I couldn’t find a briefcase small enough for 10,000 $ in cash. Just for my own edification, I offered you 50. Why’d you say no?
-Ten might still be too much.
-Yes, I would.
-Did you order my pibil?
-Does it have a name?
-I know what it means. Thank you.
-Alert the Barillo cartel that El has come out of hiding.
-Are you a Mexican or a Mexi-can’t?
-Good. Then do as I say.
-Nice tune.
-Yes, I was privy to that information already. How charming.
You know, El, if I may call you that…
I’ve been doing a little snooping around, and it seems that cartels have quite a price on your head. I wouldn’t want to be you.
Tell me, is there anyone who doesn’t want you dead?
-I need you to kill a man.
-El, you really must try this because it’s puerco pibil. It’s slow-roasted pork, nothing fancy. It just happens to be my favorite and I order it with tequila with lime in every dive I go to in this country.
And honestly, that is the best it’s ever been anywhere.
In fact it’s too good.
It’s so good that when I’m finished, I’ll pay my check walk straight into the kitchen and shoot the cook.
Because that’s what I do. I restore the balance to this country. And that is what I would like from you right now.
Help me keep the balance by pulling the trigger.
-No, I’ll shoot the cook. My car parked out back anyway. You… will kill Marquez. Do you remember Gen. Marquez?
He’s being paid by Barillo cartel to kill the president in an attempted coup d’etat
-Oh, no-no. The president will be killed because he’s that piece of good pork that needs to get balanced out. I say “attempted” because we don’t want Marquez taking power. I need you to put the hurting, so to speak, on Marquez after his killed the president. Savvy?
-Well, frankly, because you’ve got nothing to live for and, in a way, you’re already dead. And Marquez is the man who killed you. So why not return the favor? Go to the church. Meet with an associate of mine named Salome at 3:00. And I will contact you afterwards if we have a deal.
-Was I right?
-I guess not.
-When was your last confession?
-And the name of your priest?
-Okay. You are expected to carry out your assignment to the letter
-Failure to appear in locations at assigned times results in forfeit of protection, protection you will definitely need.
-You’ll be paid. Coup d’etats, like elections, don’t come cheap. So there’s plenty of dough floating around. There’s more. You will be a free man from Marquez, the cartels, and even from a president who isn’t your biggest fan, let’s face it.
-Give me a moment.
-Are you still standing?
-Good. Well, the Barillo cartel aren’t the nicest of guys. Are they? However, you’ve passed the test. You’re gonna do just fine. Assemble your team, and I will call you with further instructions. Over in out.
-I’m just walking my beat, friend. Mexico’s my beat, I’m walking it. I throw shapes, and they catch them. I set them up and watch them fall. Have him meet at the bullfight at 5 p. m. What?
-What would I want that? Why would I want bubble gum?
-All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, this should hold the both of us over for quite a long time. So I don’t ever want see you again. Fuck off.
-Hi.
-The CIA sharing a meal with the FBI. Now, if that isn’t interagency cooperation, I just don’t know what is.
-A real agent never retires. He just takes it a little easier.
-You tracked down Armando Barillo for two years when he was running operations of out San Antonio. Well, he… He is in fact, sitting directly behind you. Did you know that most agent never even see a top-10 criminal for their entire careers? You brought down two, didn’t you? And now your third is sitting in very close proximity. Now, retired or not that has really got to tug on the old short and curlies.
Didn’t he kill that agent friend of yours? What was his name… Archuleta?
Do you happen to know of a Dr. Guevara? Worked for the cartel. This doctor pumped your friend Archuleta full of drugs, day after day so that they could torture him for two weeks before he died. You must have known that. Dr. Guevara himself having dinner with your prey. I wonder what it is they’re up to now. Two weeks of torture, Jorge. Think about that. For your dead friend for the job you didn’t finish in San Antonio. Now, are you really going to let it slip away again?
I’d like you to have a bite of my pork because it’s the world.
Sometimes a revolution is exactly what’s needed to clean up the system. One giant enema, which just so happens to be my area of expertise. Bullfights. Bull hockey. Do you like this? The bull is stabbed, prodded, beaten. The bull is wounded. The bull is tired before the matador ever steps into the ring. Now, is that victory? Of course it is. Wanna know the secret to winning? Creative sportsmanship. In other words… one has to rig the game. Go collect.
-Right. You’re the man who can do that.
-I see.
-You’re a good rat. I like you.
-The rest upon completion.
-Right. Right.
-Belini how long have you and I done business together? A long time. And in a way I kind of, almost, could have the tiniest smidgen of respect for you. Almost. But you need to stop farting around. Now, do you the information that I need on Barillo or do you not?
-You know that withholding vital information from a federal officer is a serious offence. Especially when that officer has paid handsomely for it and wouldn’t think twice about ripping that patch off your eyehole and scull-fucking you to death.
-No.
-I’m fine. Go away.
-I am fine. Go away. You’re off the hook. Leave me alone.
-That spill just cost you your life.
-A little help.
-Okay.
-I know it’s on you somewhere. Somewhere. All right. Time to get messy. Well I suppose I should thank you for not sticking it up your ass. However. You’re about a quart low.
-Why doesn’t my key work anymore?
-I just… I brought you a gift. And trust me, it wasn’t easy to get. So…
-Are you trying to give me a boner?
-How about a little tip-off? Guarantees you a big arrest and an accommodation. Even from your twisted little agency.
-Do you like to hear my plan?
-Okay. The new president is on a quest to clear out the Barillo cartel. And Barillo has set up a counterattack by hiring a military general named Marquez. He wants him to throw a coup d’etat while the president’s visiting Culiacan. Now, I have a man inside as insurance just to make sure that Marquez never takes power. The last piece of puzzle is Barillo. Your tip-off assures that Barillo is out of the picture while the battle ensues. In the aftermath of this very healthy revolution I will calmly waltz away with the 20 million pesos that Barillo is prepared to pay Marques for the coup.
-You detain Barillo with the information that you have, then you join me and share the spoils. You meet me two nights from now at La Pileta, 10 p.m. sharp and bring only what’s important to you. Oh, yeah… It might get a wee bit dangerous there, sugar-butt. So…
-Can you dig it?
-I want my key back.
-Hello? Can you hear me now? Okay… fucking bells.
-Did you assemble your team?
-Oh, yeah, that. Let’s just call that a guarantee of compliance, shall we? Because Cucuy also provides protection.
-Oh, gosh, I really wouldn’t mess with him if I were you because he’s a bit of a live wire. And he’s not the happiest that you killed his man.Oh, yeah, by the way, I have your next assignment.
-Yeah, hello.
-Oh, Agent Ramirez, no longer retired. Good man. Welcome to the fold.
-Aha…The Day of the Dead. That’s tomorrow.
-Billy Chambers? Yeah. Are you sure?
-Well whatever they’re up to, I can guarantee you that it’s going to happen tomorrow.
-So my suggesting to you is…
-If you see an opening, take it.
-Not enough. Get inside.
-Listen, I cannot do everything by myself.
-I need someone to go in there with me. No. I lost my inside man. Probably dead. And Cucuy, greedy turd that he is, ratted me out and has disappeared. Plus, I’m pretty sure the cartel is shadowing me. Now, listen, I have got a swell bunch of guys intercepting Marquez’s army but they’ve got no guns. Now, listen I want you to understand me. This is no time to screw the pooch because this is supposed to be the big dance number, all right? Hello? Hello? Are you there?
Okay, okay. I’m going to freak right out.
I would like the puerco pibil and a tequila with lime. Yeah, listen, I need a new line. This one’s been compromised. Okay? Thank you. I’ll be waiting here at La Vaco Valando. That’s right. The Flying Cow.
-Oh, my Christ. Is that Barillo? What kind of cartel would have you running its operation? I feel it’s only fair to warn you that killing me is crossing the line and you will have you every single marine from here to Guantanamo Bay up your keister, mister. So just know that.
-My name is Sheldon Jeffrey Sands. I work for the Central Intelligence Agency. I throw shapes. I set them up. I watch them fall. I’m living la vida loca.
-No! I’m terrible sorry about your chewing gum, but listen. I will give you this… if you’ll be my eyes. I meant… this. I need you to take me to the center of the city. Well, It’s little difficult for me to tell right now because I’m having a bad day. Do you see someone? Okay, okay. Listen, have you ever seen one of these? Have you used one? Don’t ever, because they’re very-very bad. But what I need for you to do is to aim this at the bad man who’s following us and shoot him in the head.
-Oh, yeah. Very matalo. Close? Okay. Smoke him. Smoke the fucker. Just send him straight to fucking Broadway. What? Okay. Come here. Right or left? Was that my right or your right?
-Sorry.
-Look me in the eyes… and then kill me.
-Good boy. Now you’re thinking. Take me to the center of the city, where there will be even more dough.
-Why are we stopping?
-But why? Why not?
-I can’t see fuck-mook! I have no eyes.
-Work, work, work.
-Okay.
-Are we in front of the building?
-Okay. This is it, kid.
-I don’t hear you running.
-No.
-Did you get your man?
-If that isn’t interagency cooperation, I just… I just don’t know what is.
-Fuck you.
В его речи я слышу только эти 3 фразы... 
Вот так одной фразой можно получить то, что хочешь 
Но четко слышу, как он говорит I throw shapes, потом повторяет эту же фразу, и потом 2 следующие 
свунюсь от каждой фразы, в голове сразу встает та или иная сцена и выражение лица Сэндза... 
. Спасибо, а то я слово не могла подобрать 
